In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl

　Roy's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar. An eerie red light flickered beneath his skin, and a dramatic transformation was taking place within him. [Endurance: 521→712 (B)]

　Agility: 689 → 755 (B)

　[Magic Power: 415 → 901 (S)]

　Aside from dexterity and strength, all other stats increased to some extent, with magic power jumping to S-rank. About two hours later, Roy gradually regained consciousness and seemed to have survived.

　Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!

　Roy immediately used his magic.

　Golden lightning surged from his palm, but upon closer inspection, it was different from before, mixed with a trace of crimson lightning, significantly increasing its destructive power. The advantage of his lightning magic was its speed and ability to change form; originally, as a spell without incantation, its power was lower compared to other spells.

　This shortcoming has now been addressed.

　If he were to return to that battle, he was confident he could confront Hyacinthus's LV.3 magic head-on with pure magic, rather than resorting to trickery to lower his opponent's guard. [Skill Awakened: Elven Royal Authority!]

　[Elven Royal Authority: Allows the user to learn all elven magic. When fighting elves, it suppresses the enemy's body and soul; elven royalty are immune!]

　[Note: The elf must be willing to teach you magic!]

　[Note: Unwarranted slaughter of elves or destruction of their homeland will disable this skill!]

　Roy had just finished casting his magic when a new panel popped up before him. He quickly scanned it, and even with his usually calm demeanor, he couldn't help but be astonished. Heaven had actually taken pity on this unlucky gacha player, granting him a special skill awakened through "Royal Blood."

　It can learn all the magic possessed by elves! It forcibly suppresses the bodies and souls of elves!

　This skill is the bane of elves.

　Before Roy could recover from the surprise of the "Elven King's Authority" skill, the broken sword he was holding suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and all the rust disappeared.

　As if activated, it revealed its slender, silvery-white blade, with mysterious incantations spreading out.

　A new panel popped up in front of Roy.

　Name: Elven Holy Sword

　Quality: Legend

　Description: A weapon crafted by Celia and the Flame Fairies using countless precious materials.

　Special effect (eternal): It has the attribute of "indestructible", has no durability limit, and will repair itself over time even if it is forcibly damaged!

　Special Effect (Heavenly Incineration): Instantly drains all magical energy within a radius of tens of kilometers, transforming it into raging flames that can destroy a small city! Special Effect (Fairy Spirit Transformation): Transforms into a fire fairy spirit, gaining high-speed chanting and the ability to unleash fire magic!

　[Note: Using this sword requires Elven Royal Blood or Fire Fairy Essence. Minimum level is LV.3. LV.7 unlocks its full power!] [Note: This sword cannot harm Elven Royal Blood or Fire Fairy Essence; attempting to kill them will result in a backlash!]

　Upon seeing the "Elven Holy Sword" stats, Roy gasped. The three special effects nearly blinded him; this was no longer the scrap metal he had seen before.

　No wonder nothing happened when he touched something earlier.

　This holy sword is bound to a master; only elven royalty or fire fairies can activate it.

　The blood bead he swallowed was equivalent to acquiring the bloodline of the Elf King or the Fire Fairy.

　Similar to the "Demon Sword Bloodline" of the Clozo family.

　The ancestor of the Clozo family once saved a fairy, who, in gratitude, cut off a piece of her own flesh and fed it to the fairy. The Clozo family thus possessed a portion of fairy blood, enabling them to forge extraordinary magical swords that helped the Kingdom of Lachia conquer many nations. However, these swords cannot be used against elves or fairies.

　The Clozo family is a prime example. They aided the Kingdom of Lachia in waging war and even burned down the forests inhabited by elves and fairies. The enraged fairies cursed the family, condemning them to never be able to forge magic swords again and causing them to fall from grace.

　All of this is irrelevant to Roy at this moment.

　Roy's eyes burned with fervor as he looked at the Elven Holy Sword, his first legendary weapon.

　If it were a dungeon, you'd need at least a level 7 or higher dungeon to have a chance of getting legendary equipment.

　Although ancient heroes lacked divine favor, they had the assistance of celestial spirits, making their top-tier combat strength considerable. It wasn't surprising that they could forge such a weapon. Sensing that Roy hadn't met the usage requirements, the elven holy sword's light gradually faded, returning to its previous unremarkable appearance. Roy took off his coat, wrapped the elven holy sword in it, and slung it over his shoulder. The unactivated elven holy sword was completely unsharpened; even the tip couldn't pierce the coat. "Whoosh!"

　Roy's breathing became rapid, and he had only one thought in his mind: he had to level up to LV.3!

　The "Elven King's Power" and the "Elven Holy Sword" were the spoils of this trip that Roy was already very satisfied with.

　Roy headed home.

　Now, seeing the bamboo basket filled with honey cake again, Roy's eyes were filled with disgust. It was completely useless; how dare that goddess trick him! He really hoped he wouldn't run into her again!

　Guided by the map, Roy navigated the passages with practiced ease. Unlike before, he felt a sense of accomplishment and strode with a cheerful pace. As Roy passed through several passages and entered a corner, suddenly, a chilling feeling enveloped his entire body, and his muscles involuntarily twitched. In the previously empty open space, a massive monster appeared, its entire body shrouded in thick black mist, obscuring its true face. It resembled a dog, had three heads, and exuded an incredibly powerful aura.

　"L... Level 7 or higher monsters?"

Chapter 75 Go and wipe out the two major clans (Please subscribe)

　Roar!

　Roy's appearance also attracted the monster's attention. The six eyes on its three heads stared at him simultaneously, emitting a chilling light. In that instant, Roy's blood ran cold; this wasn't the way to find love around the corner.

　The monster's deep roar sounded familiar to Roy, and then his pupils contracted—it was the same roar he had heard when he entered. The terrifying pressure emanating from the monster made Roy's face turn deathly pale, every cell in his body seemingly radiating fear. Even Goliath, the master of the seventeenth floor of the dungeon, wasn't worthy to carry its shoes; this monster was at least LV.7, and Roy even felt he had underestimated it. The strongest adventurer he had ever seen was "The Mighty" Ota, whom he had only glimpsed from afar.

　Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

　The enormous monster opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp fangs. Dark purple saliva dripped onto the ground, emitting wisps of smoke like a potent corrosive agent. Roy dared not make a move; the difference in strength was too great—he would die, instantly killed!

　At this moment, the monster's six eyes focused on Roy's bamboo basket, revealing a hint of infatuation.

　Roy, his survival instincts kicking in, keenly noticed this. He placed the bamboo basket on the ground, lifted the tablecloth, revealing the honey cake. The moment the monster saw the cake, its emotions flickered, and its gaze locked onto it.

　"please!"

　Roy moved away from the bamboo basket and backed up against the wall.

　The monster suddenly shrank to the size of a normal house dog, pounced, buried its three heads in the bamboo basket, and began to devour it. Roy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and moved cautiously along the wall. Even though it had shrunk in size, the sense of danger it posed to him had not diminished in the slightest.

　To avoid being ambushed, Roy kept facing the monster head-on and slowly retreated.

　They dared not make a sound with their footsteps.

　Once he reached a certain distance, Roy took off running, wishing his parents had given him two more legs in this life, even resorting to the special effects of his Wind Chaser Boots. He ran until he escaped the cave.

　Seeing the light of day again made Roy realize how wonderful it is to be alive. If he had provoked that monster, it wouldn't have been an "adventure," it would have been utter suicide! "I thought you died in there."

　The silver-haired goddess's voice rang out again. Roy turned his head and saw that she was still sitting on the blue stone.

　"How was it? Was it fun?" the silver-haired goddess asked with a smile, like a child who had just received a toy.

　Roy's face turned pale. "Fun my foot!" he thought. Facing that monster, even Ota would be badly injured; he was far beyond his current capabilities. Yet, he had no choice but to agree, "Fun, fun!"

　Hearing Roy's insincere complaints, the silver-haired goddess's smile deepened.

　"Goddess, what exactly is that monster? How can there be such a powerful monster on the surface?" Roy leaned closer. Apart from the black dragon, monsters on the surface that reach LV.4 are very rare, and monsters above LV.7 are almost non-existent!

　"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." The silver-haired goddess glanced at him, showing no intention of answering Roy.

　Roy curled his lip. Did he really think he didn't know?

　A three-headed canine beast that loves sweets—Roy could only think of one mythical monster: Cerberus! But he wasn't sure if it was the real Cerberus or a monster that resembled it.

　If it was the real person, then the cave he entered was rather terrifying...

　Roy felt a chill run down his spine; he had truly been a fearless newborn calf.

　Unable to glean any information from the silver-haired goddess, Roy changed the subject, laughing, "Your Majesty, could I have my arm guard back?" "Trying to burn your bridges after you've served your purpose?"

　The silver-haired goddess raised an eyebrow, displeased.

　"Don't dare!"

　Roy waved his hands repeatedly, saying that without the honey cake, he would have been instantly killed by the monster.

　As he spoke, Roy stepped forward to massage the other's back and said with a fawning smile, "My strength is nothing in the outside world. I'm afraid I can't even protect myself. I only beg the goddess to have mercy and give back the life-saving arm guards."

　The silver-haired goddess laughed angrily. He dared to venture into that "cave," and now he's pretending to be weak with her. This little rascal is just like those shrewd merchants; as long as there's profit, he'll be like a cat that's smelled fish.

　At this moment, the silver-haired goddess rolled her eyes and said, "It's not impossible to give it back to you, but I have one condition."

　"Please say!"

　Roy caught a glimpse of cunning in the other man's eyes, and he became more vigilant.

　The silver-haired goddess said coldly, "Go to Orario and wipe out the Freya Familia and the Loki Familia!"

　"I?"

　Roy nearly choked on his own saliva. He asked cautiously, "Five years... three years from now?"

　The silver-haired goddess answered decisively, "Now!"

　Roy gave a bitter smile. "Goddess, please make another request. I am willing but unable to fulfill it."

　"Have some ambition, will you!"

　The silver-haired goddess extended her slender, jade-like finger and tapped Roy's head with a look of exasperation.

　The silver-haired goddess, enraged, didn't even notice that Roy was brimming with confidence. He believed that in three years at most, he would be able to grow to the point where he could take down the two most famous clans in the world. Looking around the world, which adventurer would dare to say such a thing?

　Roy laughed, "Goddess, this isn't some thrilling story where you can defeat a powerful enemy just by shouting 'Don't underestimate the bond between us!'" The silver-haired goddess stared at Roy with her blood-red eyes, and after a long while, she sighed helplessly.

　"never mind!"

　The silver-haired goddess tossed the steel arm guards to Roy, looking wistful. "If one day you meet a little guy with white hair and red eyes, who's about nine or ten years old now, try to lend him a hand."

　Upon hearing this, Roy's expression immediately turned serious, and he stared intently at the silver-haired goddess.

　Since their encounter, the silver-haired goddess's words and actions, coupled with this overly obvious statement, seemed to have made him realize her true identity. Roy's direct gaze made the silver-haired goddess feel uncomfortable, and she said irritably, "Are you willing or not? Give me a straight answer, stop beating around the bush!" Roy replied earnestly, "Of course, no problem!"

　The silver-haired goddess smiled with satisfaction, quite confident in her ability to judge people. "Alright, hurry up and go, or it'll be too late. Take care, Your Majesty!"

　"Get lost, don't get in my way!"

　The silver-haired goddess waved her hand dismissively, and Roy, like a wild horse, ran down the mountain.

　Watching Roy run faster than a rabbit, the silver-haired goddess couldn't help but chuckle and mutter to herself, "The Astrea Familia, the sprout of justice, the fastest leveling adventurers in history, how interesting. We'll definitely meet again."

　In fact, Roy did not leave immediately.

　Instead, he crouched at the foot of the mountain. Two days later, Roy sneaked back up, and sure enough, the eerie cave and the silver-haired goddess had vanished. As if they had never existed.

Chapter 76 Return to Orario (Please Subscribe)

　Roy pulled out the treasure map, which had turned into an ordinary parchment scroll and was of no use.

　He couldn't help but marvel at how the gods had descended to the mortal realm, revealing a world whose mysteries were beyond imagination. Although Orario was known as the "center of the world," and its dungeons were one of the three great mysteries, it wasn't enough to explain everything.

　Roy composed himself; he was just a LV.2 nobody, and it was best not to know too much until he had the strength to match it. Now that the eerie cave and the silver-haired goddess had disappeared, Roy turned and left without looking back.

　Embark on the journey back to Orario.

　More than 3,000 kilometers—in his previous life, it would have taken dozens of hours by high-speed rail. Roy shook his head and smiled, but seeing his new skill "Elven Royal Authority" and the elven holy sword on his back, it all seemed worthwhile.

　Just as the silver-haired goddess said, there wasn't a single household within a radius of several hundred kilometers.

　Roy ate wild fruits and hunted animals along the way, hiking over 300 kilometers through forests until a small town finally came into view. "Uncle, a few pieces of bread, a beef, and some hot soup, please!" Roy tossed a 100-dollar farie over and twirled it on the counter. The restaurant owner's eyes lit up, and he quickly called his staff to get busy in the kitchen.

　The town has a small population, only about 40,000 to 50,000. You know everyone when you go out, and your social circle is only so big. When Roy first entered the town, he attracted a lot of attention and was even questioned by the guards.

　At that moment, the shop owner and employees were all swarming around him; that's the allure of money.

　Roy casually asked the shop owner for information.

　Don't ask, don't know, I'm startled when I ask.

　Roy felt he had been in the cave for about half a day, but in reality, five days had passed. No wonder the silver-haired goddess's first words to him were that she thought he had died inside; it was truly bizarre.

　Roy's meal arrived quickly, and he wolfed it down. The wild fruit and bland roasted meat of the past few days had left his mouth feeling utterly tasteless. After eating and drinking his fill, Roy left the restaurant and, based on the intelligence he had gathered, headed to the town's only trading company.

　Although the town is small, it has many local specialties, and every month a caravan brings goods to Orario. Rather than walking back to Orario himself, Roy would rather become a mercenary for the caravan; although it would be slower, it's still better than wandering around alone.

　He got lost in the mountains, and it took him several days to travel more than 300 kilometers.

　After joining the Chamber of Commerce, the team set off two days later. Many people had already come to apply for jobs, much like the new adventurers in Orario, who liked to wear flashy but impractical armor and occasionally take out their weapons to show off.

　Roy obediently followed behind in line.

　Unsurprisingly, many people were eliminated and left dejectedly, while others felt indignant and argued their case. At this point, the caravan's professional guards stepped in and threw the person out.

　Caravans are pragmatic. In this chaotic era, they encounter monsters, thieves, and bandits along the way. They don't need pampered soldiers; they want people who are truly capable of protecting the caravan.

　When it was Roy's turn, he went to the counter.

　"What monsters have you killed? Have you received divine favor?" The receptionist lifted his sleepy eyelids and, seeing that Roy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, immediately lost interest and asked listlessly.

　Roy said, "I am a Level 2 adventurer!"

　In that instant, the noisy hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Roy.