The living conditions had once been harsh to the extre.
That was until the pioneer known as the “First Hunter King” appeared.
Through countless observations of Dragons and other mythical creatures battling, he discovered that before a Dragon unleashed its devastating breath, its chest cavity would produce a special resonant frequency.
This mad genius began to imitate that frequency.
He forcibly controlled his breathing rhythm, making a mortal’s fragile lungs adapt to the high concentrations of violent magical power in the air.
Thus, the very first Breathing Technique was born.
Because of this, he took the first step as a human professional, becoming the first mortal to ascend the Stairway to Godhood.
The so-called Breathing Techniques were, in essence, thods of forcibly absorbing the free-floating aether energy in the air through specific breathing rhythms and chest resonance.
Within the body, they constructed a high-pressure circulation system, strengthening the physical form and opening up an energy pool for storage.
Through daily training, this pool could also continuously expand its limits.
After thousands of years of evolution and refinent, this primitive and dangerous technique had developed into countless schools.
And the 【Gale March Breathing Technique】 in Lance’s hands was the most widely practiced version across the continent today.
Its creator was not so peerless powerhouse.
Rather, he was an old centurion nad Gale Rodrig, who had survived forty brutal years on the empire’s frontier battlefields before retiring with honor.
During his ti as an instructor, he deeply understood the strain and dangers that ancient Breathing Techniques placed on the body.
Thus, using one of the most mainstream breathing thods of his ti as a foundation, he drastically removed all aggressive elents that could potentially cause bodily harm.
This improved Breathing Technique, while sacrificing explosive offensive bonuses and lacking flashy effects—
Possessed unparalleled safety and stability.
Training in this technique could greatly enhance a practitioner’s endurance and recovery, allowing warriors to sustain longer in prolonged battles.
Steadiness.
That was its greatest defining trait.
Because of this, it was jokingly called the “universal Breathing Technique,” the top beginner choice for most academy-trained students and self-taught Adventurers alike.
Lance stared at the exchange booklet in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed.
This 《Gale March Breathing Technique》 was indeed the safest choice for beginners.
It could significantly enhance cardiovascular endurance, allowing warriors to maintain stamina during long-distance pursuits or prolonged combat.
But the problem lay exactly there.
The core advantage of this Breathing Technique was completely overlapped by Lance’s talent, 【Hvergelmir’s Surge】.
He was already a monster with virtually infinite stamina—learning another endurance-enhancing technique would be utterly redundant.
It wouldn’t create any qualitative improvent.
What he lacked wasn’t endurance—
It was output.
What he truly needed was a Breathing Technique that functioned like a pump, instantly draining massive amounts of stamina and converting it into destructive power and explosive force with high efficiency.
Even if the side effect was rapid exhaustion, it didn’t matter.
After all, he recovered stamina quickly.
Only those high-consumption, high-explosion techniques could perfectly complent his talent.
Although his personality favored caution and survival-first thinking—
If he continued applying that sa philosophy to combat skill selection, he would beco nothing more than a turtle that could only take hits without striking back.
True steadiness should an possessing absolute defense while also hiding a blade capable of killing in a single strike.
With a sigh, Lance turned the page.
The remaining Breathing Techniques each had their own strengths—so focused on strength enhancent, others on agility and burst speed.
But when he glanced at the exchange prices listed behind them—
Even the cheapest required three hundred rit points.
Looking at his own pitiful 22 rit points, Lance could only close the booklet helplessly.
For an ordinary Adventurer—even the most desperate risk-takers—it would take at least one or two years of difficult extermination or gathering missions to accumulate such a sum.
That kind of growth curve might suit ordinary people.
Step by step. Steady and reliable.
But for Lance, who urgently needed to rapidly increase his strength to qualify for a Legacy Class—
It was far too slow.
At this rate, two years later, the opportunity would already be long gone.
Just as he stood at the counter, troubled and considering whether he should try his luck at the black market—
The clerk, who had been busy monts ago, suddenly walked over quickly, wearing a polite professional smile.
“Mr. Raven, please wait a mont.”
The clerk bowed slightly, speaking respectfully.
“The Guild Master would like to invite you to his office. He said there are so matters he’d like to discuss with you in person.”
“?”
Lance froze for a mont, alarm bells ringing in his head.
He was just a newcor who had registered not long ago. Although he had perford decently in the recent operation, it shouldn’t have been enough to attract the attention of the guild’s top leader.
“Yes, the Guild Master is waiting for you in his office.”
The clerk confird again.
Though full of suspicion, Lance knew it wasn’t appropriate to refuse on soone else’s turf.
He returned the booklet, adjusted his chainmail hood, and followed the clerk toward the third floor.
Arriving at a heavy oak door, the clerk knocked lightly.
“Guild Master, Mr. Raven has arrived.”
From inside ca the robust voice of Necros.
“Co in.”
The clerk pushed the door open and gestured politely.
After Lance entered, the door was quietly closed behind him.
Inside the spacious office, Necros sat behind a large desk, reviewing docunts.
Seeing Lance enter, the old man set down his quill and gestured toward the chair in front of the desk.
“Sit. No need to be nervous.”
Necros wore a gentle smile, completely devoid of the imposing authority he had shown when berating his subordinates that night.
“The reason I invited you here today is that I have a special commission I’d like to entrust to you.”
Before Lance could ask anything, Necros began speaking first.
“I’ve reviewed your file, and I’ve also read the battle report submitted by Gale Chaser Gareth.”
“Although you haven’t been an Adventurer for long—”
“I see in you a kind of survival wisdom that many veteran Adventurers lack.”
“You clearly possess decent strength, yet you prefer to take on safe gathering tasks. You know how to assess situations and, more importantly, how to remain calm in the face of danger.”
The old man looked at Lance, his eyes filled with undisguised appreciation.
“Young man, you are a very promising Adventurer.”
Hearing such generous praise, Lance’s expression did not relax in the slightest—instead, it grew even more tense.
He understood this routine all too well.
Having spent years navigating the workplace in his previous life, he knew that when a superior suddenly called you into the office and began showering you with praise about your potential and abilities—
It usually ant they were about to dump a massive, troubleso burden onto your shoulders.
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