Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

Chapter 17 Fine, I'll get out!

Even epic poems have their differences.

Rhodes' gaze lingered briefly on [Mage Slayer] before shifting to the third card.

While the silence from [Mage Killer] is effective, it has a hidden prerequisite: it requires the target to hit.

But now his hit range is only ten meters.

The [Precision Detonation] enhancement is different; it offers a much wider range of possibilities.

This allows the Flame Arrow to function solely as an assassination weapon, as before, while also creating timed bombs with a duration of up to five minutes.

It truly lives up to its reputation as an epic enhancement that cost two rare enhancements.

[Next enhancement requires 175/250 Life Essence]

[Current Skill Enhancement]

Flame Arrow: [Sharp Penetration] [Mastery] [Self-Immunity] [Precision Explosion]

Identification Technique: [Weakness Detection]

So, putting everything else aside...

The enhanced Flame Arrow alone surpasses the Fireball spell of an elite mage.

The damage output is sufficient, but in terms of sustain, support, and survivability, it's not even as good as a novice mage.

We need to find a way to improve our survival skills.

You only have one life.

I don't want to end up in a situation where I'm passionately competing with every other profession.

I was pondering this.

The two had already entered the town of Phil.

......

At the doorstep of alchemist Nathan.

The two guards chatted idly.

They work in three shifts, year-round without rest.

With the moon hanging in the sky and the shift change approaching, I relaxed a bit.

After all, it's almost Mr. Nathan's bedtime, so not many people will come to visit.

Just as the two were discussing who would treat them to drinks at the tavern, two figures pulling a wooden cart slowly walked towards them.

"Who is it?"

One of the guards frowned, gripped his weapon tightly, and instinctively shouted.

He was about to leave work when someone suddenly came to visit, which made him very unhappy.

It's like drinking a glass of beer and telling yourself that it's been mixed with urine.

Seeing that the two men showed no sign of stopping, the other guard carefully examined the newcomers.

I noticed that this was a handsome young man who had just been there during the day.

For the sake of a silver coin, he stopped his companion's impatient tone and asked:

"Why are you here again?"

"Don't know where to begin investigating the clues?"

I guess they've been busy all afternoon without achieving anything and are lost.

The guards intended to give them a few more pointers.

Young adventurers like this have little experience, and their investigations usually involve asking around at the Adventurers' Guild.

Without connections or resources, it won't be easy to get information.

"We've got a lead." Rhodes nodded and turned to gesture to the small wooden cart behind him.

"Is this wooden cart a clue?" The guard frowned.

Do young people even understand what a valid clue is?

"No, this wooden cart contains medicinal herbs."

"What?"

The guard's eyes widened, and he walked a few steps to the front of the carriage, picked up a package of oiled paper, and smelled it.

"It really is a herbal medicine?!"

Can these two young adventurers really handle gnolls?

Or is the information wrong, and the herbs were simply lost, not stolen by the gnolls?

In any case, we need to notify Mr. Nathan immediately so he can get it checked.

The guard grabbed a packet of herbs and rushed to the villa entrance, banging on the door.

"Mr. Nathan."

"Mr. Nathan!"

"What's wrong?" A frail and impatient voice came from the second floor of the villa: "He won't see anyone unless the mayor visits!"

"Mr. Nathan, your herbs have been found."

Upon hearing this, there was a sudden silence upstairs.

After a short while, the sound of hurried footsteps coming downstairs could be heard.

The old man opened the door, snatched the paper bag from the guard's hand, tore it open in a few quick movements, revealing the herbs inside.

A look of delight broke out on his stern face: "It really is my batch of herbs!"

"Was it an elite adventurer team that made a move?"

"No, they are two young adventurers, sir," the guard replied respectfully, bowing his head.

"One of the adventurers seems to admire you greatly, sir, and has been wanting to meet you."

A young adventurer?

When did Phil Town have such a person?

Nathan thought for a moment: "Okay, let him in."

Rhodes told Paril to return to the inn first and hand the small wooden cart over to the guards before he, led by the butler, entered Nathan's villa.

The place is magnificent and grandly decorated, with a luxurious style reminiscent of European aristocrats in TV dramas.

He walked through the lobby to the reception room and sat down on the sofa.

He casually took the tea offered by the butler and looked around.

A moment later, an old man in pajamas slowly walked in.

Nathan's hair was completely white, and the center of his head was bald.

His brows and eyes exuded a strong sense of arrogance.

He sized Rhodes up and down, then cut to the chase and asked, "Speak, what do you want?"

Rhodes chuckled awkwardly, "I've heard of Mr. Nathan's great reputation for a long time, and I've come here specifically to pay him a visit."

"I wouldn't dare ask you for anything, I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Hmm." Nathan was pleased with the young man's humble and eager-to-learn attitude.

He nodded without showing any joy or sorrow and said, "Ask away."

Rhodes carefully chose his words: "Mr. Nathan, I heard that you led the research on the petrification disease that broke out six months ago, and ultimately determined it to be an infectious disease?"

"So what if I am?" Nathan raised an eyebrow and stared straight at the young man in front of him.

It was as if they had already guessed what would happen next with his question.

"Sir, I would like to ask you how exactly is petrification disease transmitted?" Rhodes still beat around the bush, not directly pointing out the anomaly.

"snort."

Nathan expressed his dissatisfaction with a nasal tone.

"You, like Stanley, doubt my judgment?"

"Heh, very good, all of you adventurers' guilds are exactly the same."

He suddenly looked angry, stood up, and poked Rhodes' nose with his cane.

Why should I explain my research findings to a lowly person like you?

"I'm a mid-level adventurer, mid-level, you understand?!"

"And who do you think you are?!"

Good grief, you ate something dirty.

Why are you acting crazy at your age?

Rhodes didn't respond, just quietly watching Nathan.

Nathan pulled out a bag and threw it heavily on the table.