"Whoosh— busy day done, mission finally completed."
Link slung his heavy backpack over his shoulders and made his way back toward the Northern Front.
According to his "death plan," Phase 1's objective had now been successfully accomplished.
With the talent he had just acquired,
he no longer had to worry about getting captured, interrogated, or tortured without any way out.
However, even with this safeguard,
it still wasn't perfect — which was why he had only considered it the goal of Phase 1.
After all, if he were to faint imdiately without a chance to react,
the talent wouldn't be of much use anyway.
Thus, Link had already decided:
tomorrow, he would imdiately launch Phase 2 of his plan.
But that was a matter for tomorrow.
At least for today, he could consider his tasks completed.
"Grab the Sweetflower Fruit, finish off the other two D-rank missions,
and this trip will be perfectly rounded off."
...
Three hours later—
In the Mission Hall,
the receptionist girl leaned lazily against the sofa,
her mind drifting back to the boy she had t that morning.
Handso, sure.
Talented, probably.
But wasn't he just a bit too arrogant?
"Little brother, please don't die out there on the battlefield...
Otherwise, your big sister here would be heartbroken!"
Still, she reassured herself —
he probably wouldn't be that unlucky.
Although the Jungle Swamp Frogs were indeed tricky opponents,
as long as you did your howork beforehand, there was a chance.
And even if he couldn't win, he could always abandon the mission —
no sha in that.
She was still lost in thought when the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her reverie.
"Hello, I'm here to submit my mission proofs."
Huh?
The receptionist girl lazily opened her eyes and looked toward the mission window.
In the next second,
her eyes widened in disbelief!
Especially when she caught sight of the absurdly oversized backpack slung over his shoulder —
she was utterly stunned.
Was this guy out on a mission...
or had he just gone out shopping wholesale?!
Link, oblivious to her thoughts, casually tossed the enormous backpack onto the task counter.
"All three mission proofs are inside," he said calmly.
"Also, I brought back so additional materials —
please have them evaluated and converted into rit points accordingly."
rit points weren't just used to upgrade your rank —
they could also be used at the rit shop to exchange for a variety of useful items.
anwhile, the receptionist girl finally shook off her shock.
She quickly signaled to a colleague at the side.
The staff mber moved over and began systematically unpacking the giant backpack.
Inside were:
Jungle Swamp Frog poison glands,Giant One-Eyed Wolf fangs,Demon Goat horns...
The staff mber nodded affirmatively toward the receptionist.
Only then did the receptionist fully accept reality:
The handso boy standing in front of her had really completed all his missions!
"Ahem— Link, congratulations on completing your tasks,"
she said, her voice much softer now.
"Don't worry, your rit points will be updated shortly.
You can go back to the barracks to rest and then—"
Before she could finish, Link spoke up again.
"I'd like to accept another three D-rank missions."
For a mont,
the entire Mission Hall fell into stunned silence.
"..."
"My god, how did he even do it?!"
"If I rember right, didn't he just pick up those missions this morning?"
"Finished three D-rank missions in a single day —
is that even sothing a newbie can do?!"
"Co on, last ti our whole squad took an entire week of roughing it out in the wilderness just to finish one D-rank mission.
How the hell did he manage it?!"
"This isn't just absurd — this is absurdity's mother personally opening the door to welco absurdity ho!"
"I'll bet anything — this kid is destined for greatness.
In the future, he's going to be a legendary figure for sure!"
...
Link, unaware that his rapid task completion had already made waves throughout the camp,
had only one thought:
To level up quickly,
while also patching up the flaws in his Death Rewind talent.
After collecting his rit points,
he went straight to the rit shop, purchasing a batch of Flesh Forging Elixirs.
With supplies in hand,
he returned to his dormitory and imdiately resud his training.
Though the Sweetflower Fruit he had found wasn't of much personal use to him,
it still exchanged for a generous amount of rit points.
The psionic potions he bought would last him five to six days of intense training.
And by then,
the promised camp compensation would likely have arrived as well.
...
Enhancing one's strength had never been an easy task.
Even with Link's exceptional talent,
the grueling training left his body trembling,
his lips pale and bloodless.
But the harder the effort, the greater the reward!
In just a few hours,
Link's Power Values skyrocketed by over 30 points,
pushing him firmly into the Lv5 Esper range.
His leveling speed was like riding a rocket,
blazing upward at terrifying speed!
anwhile, Link didn't neglect his Mind Power training either.
Whenever he exhausted his physical strength,
he imdiately switched over to ditation.
He left no ounce of potential untapped,
grinding himself to the absolute limit.
At the sa ti, with Lib's assistance,
Link also spent ti studying the different moonfolk species.
Among the chaotic, bizarre species,
he discovered many truly astonishing creatures.
One particularly interesting revelation was that —
strictly speaking, the war between humanity and the moonfolk wasn't a war against a single unified race.
It was humanity versus the "Hundred Races of the Moon."
Out of the tens of thousands of moonfolk species,
only about a hundred powerful races had beco true ruling classes.
The remaining nine thousand-plus species?
They either served the upper races like obedient dogs
or were simply used as food.
These lower races were all lumped together under one cruel label:
Cannon Fodder.
Before he knew it,
Link drifted into sleep.
When he woke up again,
the sun was already high in the sky.
He changed into a set of loose, heavy robes
and used a special technique to alter his appearance.
Within a few breaths,
he transford into a towering two-ter-tall giant of a man.
This was the first ti he had ever done sothing like this.
Even though he knew it was necessary,
he couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable.
Still, he steeled his heart,
kicked open his dormitory door,
and strode straight toward the towers.
"Stop right there! Co any closer and we'll open fire!"
Thump!
A guard stationed at the tower fell dead, a Shadow Arrow piercing straight through his heart.
"Sorry,"
Link muttered quietly, his hand gripping a longsword.
"But I have no choice."
Like a god of slaughter,
Link pressed forward.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Tower under siege! Reinforcents needed imdiately!!"
Although the ordinary guards weren't individually powerful —
most hadn't even reached Tier 1 —
their sheer numbers made them a considerable threat.
Enough ants could bite an elephant to death,
and that wasn't just a saying.
"No,"
Link gritted his teeth,
"I can't die by their hands.
Otherwise, this Death Rewind attempt will have been completely wasted!"
As this thought crossed his mind,
Link unleashed his Venom Mist talent!
Within just a few breaths,
a dense poisonous fog spread out around him.
The guards fell one after another, collapsing like wheat being scythed down in a harvest.
Before long,
the entire camp was awash in blood.
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