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With this herb I could create a physical strength-enhancing Potion or Pill later on, which might bring a nice buff to my physical strength and prove to be extremely useful in battle if I were to fight a strong enemy with stats greater than my own. It was a good find. I could even synthetize the deadly poison into equipment, such as poisonous needles, that I can combine with my Throwing Technique Skill… I had already begun to plan the creation of various throwing weapons.

I had money and there are a few shops that make equipment around here. I could pay someone to make me some long and sharp nails and knives to throw at enemies, or even big iron balls that could crush someone’s skull. However, poisoned needles seem like a good assassination tool if there is ever some nuisance in my life that I want to get rid of…

“You plan on using the herb for alchemy? I never thought my son would have a knack for alchemy! I guess you would realistically make a pretty penny out of being an alchemist in the capital… The only thing I want the most out of you is for you to be a successful man but be careful going around grabbing and whatever you find around… okay, son?” asked my father.

He was genuinely concerned about his young son, I could understand him very well, although I was not a child but someone older than him, that could easily give him various lessons. I decided to agree because he was a man I’ve grown fond of. As someone that never had parents, I was happy to finally have them.

“Sure, father, sorry for being rash all the time… I simple get these inspirations that I cannot easily resist… Thankfully this Inventory Bag is very useful to store the dangerous stuff.” I said.

“It sure is!” my father agreed, as he petted my head and smiled.

Holding his spear he led me around the forest until we finally found something to kill, a wandering lone wolf, who had a very big wound on its back. It seemed desperate and skinny, bloodthirsty, and hungry, and ready to strike at any moment.

“That wound… it looks strange, doesn’t it?” asked Eleanora.

“So you noticed, little Eleanora? I thought so as well… It looks like it was made by some kind of blunt weapon… Let’s put this old wolf out of its misery.” Said my father, pointing his spear at the wolf, his entire body seemed to exude an aura of strength.

Indeed, this was my father, a hunter.

“GRAARR!”

The old wolf roared back at us, jumping straight towards me, the smallest and easiest target.

I conjured magic, as I gathered the runes within my mind and used chant-less magic. A magic circle appeared in the palm of my hand as shadows gathered at my will, a small spear made out of darkness emerged, materializing, and firing itself towards the wolf.

CLASH!

“Awwooo…!”

The wolf tried to evade and managed to do so, the spell was slower than its movements. However, the Shadow Spear Spell was still strong, and managed to pierce its left shoulder, throwing it off balance for my father to take the opportunity.

“HAAAH!”

My father roared, as he infused mana into his spear and attempted to pierce the wolf’s head. But the wolf, however, evaded. Its instincts were strong and kee. It was so hungry it had adrenaline rushing all throughout its body.

“GRAA!”

The wolf tried to jump on my father’s back but I held a rock and threw it at the wolf’s stomach, piercing through the thin flesh and making the wolf lose balance once more, provoking it to fall on its the side.

“Now!”

My father quickly clashed against the wolf once more, his spear pierced through its body several times with a rather good technique. The wolf tried to evade as it jumped, but the wounds were weakening it by the second.

In a last attempt to attack him, the wolf managed to jump over his spear as its jaws opened wide, almost about to clamp down on my father’s face.

However, before I could rescue him, my father pulled a knife out of his pocket and pierced the wolf’s chin from below, stopping its charge and causing it to fall.

He grabbed his spear once more and fiercely pierced its thin neck, making the wolf struggle during its last moments while drowning on its own blood.

My father looked at the old wolf while sighing in relief. His eyes seemed filled with remorse. each time he killed a beast, I could see a hint of guilt within his eyes. He was not as insane as I was, he was able to feel remorse for taking another life, even if it was a wild beast that would have tried to eat me.

Nonetheless, feeling remorse didn’t mean that he wouldn’t do what he had to do, but the guilt was also part of being human, I suppose… Oh, but that guilt is not even present in my own mind, no matter how many lives I take… I suppose in that regard, father, we are very different.

But without a doubt, I was happy that he was able to showcase his strength to me. I had purposedly not killed the wolf quickly so he could have some practice. I wanted him to get in better form, and what’s better than field practice? Hunting will help him keen his senses. I will soon awaken his Qi, so I want his body to be as healthy and strong as possible.

“Good hunt, father. You’re pretty amazing!” I said. I disliked pretending to be childish, but I had gotten used to the act.

“Hahaha! It’s nothing much, son, it was thanks for your help that we took it down, did you receive any Blessings yet? We have been killing monsters for a while now.” He said.

“Hmm… I don’t think so, maybe I need more kills.” I mused.

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