Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Looking at this dazzling set of data, Lance couldn’t help but clench his fist.

This efficiency was simply astonishing.

In just one night, two core skills had directly broken through to the Mastered level.

Even more terrifying was the expansion speed of that Aether Energy Pool.

From an almost negligible 0.1, it had surged straight to 3.4 scale.

For an average person, an ordinary Adventurer would need at least half a month or even longer of grueling training to reach this value, and that would still require the support of various expensive auxiliary potions.

This was nearly twenty times the training efficiency.

Moreover, this kind of high-pressure training had an immediate effect on his physique, directly increasing his Constitution attribute by one point.

“But this still isn’t the limit…”

Lance touched his stomach, which still felt empty.During those four and a half hours, he had been forced to stop more than ten times to eat and drink.

Although the black bread was filling, its efficiency in converting into energy was far too low, severely dragging down his training rhythm.

If he could obtain some high-nutrition edible monster jerky, or specialized alchemical potions for replenishment,

he could push this efficiency even higher.

Lance calculated silently in his mind.

At this rate of training, perhaps it wouldn’t even take half a year.

Just one month.

He was confident he could grind all his current combat skills to LV5, the Expert level, and his Constitution attribute would definitely be the first to reach the ceiling of the Attribute Lock.

“Looks like my previous plan was still too conservative.”

Lance stood up, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

He needed to increase the frequency of monster hunting and accelerate Biological Research to obtain racial traits.

After resting briefly, the temperature on his body gradually returned to normal.

Lance lowered his head and looked at himself.

He was filthy beyond belief.

After the sweat dried, it had formed a layer of white salt residue on his skin, mixed with dust from rolling around in the yard earlier. He looked as if he had just crawled out of a mud pit.

Sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Under normal circumstances, he would have to go through the trouble of boiling water for a bath.

But now…

Lance raised his right hand, his gaze falling on the ancient silver ring on his index finger.

With a thought, the Aether Energy in his body flowed along his arm into the ring.

“Cleanse.”

As he silently recited it in his mind, the patterns on the ring faintly lit up.

An invisible wave instantly swept across his entire body.

The sensation was extremely strange—like a cool breeze carrying away all the filth.

In the blink of an eye,

the sweat stains on his skin, the dust on his clothes, even the grease in his hair—all vanished completely.

His entire body became dry and clean, and even his clothes carried a faint fresh scent.

This was the convenience of spells.

Lance glanced at the system panel.

【Aether Energy Pool: 3.4 scale → 2.9 scale】

This trick-level spell consumed about 0.5 scale of energy.

“The energy consumption is lower than I expected.”

Lance nodded in satisfaction.

This meant that with his current energy reserves, even without recovery, he could cast six or seven such spells consecutively.

And this was only the result of one night of training.

At this moment,

Lance truly realized, in a real sense, how terrifying his talent was.

As long as he was given enough time and resources,

he could crush all the geniuses of this world in an utterly unreasonable manner.

Lance quietly sat on the porch steps, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness inward, carefully sensing the rhythm of that newly formed energy pool.

In this world, each different Breathing Technique opened an Aether Energy Pool at a different location.

That location was the core where energy gathered, and it would also become the foundation for constructing the “Source Furnace” during future advancement.

And the pool opened by the 《Dragon-Hunting Breathing Technique》 was located at the very center of his chest.

In ancient texts, this position was named the “Solar Wheel,” symbolizing the origin of human will and the spark of life.

At this moment, in Lance’s perception, the energy vortex at the Solar Wheel was slowly rotating, automatically drawing in the free-floating Aether elements in the air.

Threads of cool energy were absorbed into his body, flowing into that depleted pool.

After quite some time,

Lance opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowing.

Too slow.

Based on the current rate, it would take at least one hour to naturally recover 0.5 scale of energy.

This turtle-like recovery speed was likely due to his lack of relevant caster talents, and the fact that he had not mastered any traits or skills that could accelerate mana recovery.

If he actively operated the Breathing Technique while in the “Aether Resonance State,” the recovery speed should increase significantly.

“What a pity.”

Lance let out a slightly regretful sigh.

His red talent 【Hvergelmir’s Surge】 was domineering, but it could only rapidly restore physical stamina and could not instantly refill the Aether Energy Pool.

This left him with a shortcoming in energy sustainability.

But soon after, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, shaking his head helplessly.

“Lance, Lance, aren’t you being a bit too greedy?”

Everything he currently possessed—whether it was the system panel, those extraordinary talents, or this rare Breathing Technique—

already far surpassed most people.

However, as his understanding of himself deepened, and as his knowledge of this world broadened,

Lance, sitting on the doorstep, raised his head and let his gaze pass through the treetops, landing on the vast and boundless night sky.

Some ambitions hidden deep within his heart began to quietly grow on this tranquil night, undergoing a complete transformation.

He no longer wanted to be just a passerby.

He also wanted to be like the First Hunter King who pioneered the Breathing Techniques, using a mortal body to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Gods.

Or like Karen Valshius from the stories, creating a unique rare class for the one he loved, leaving behind a legendary tale sung for generations.

He even wanted to imitate the Starry Night Witch, Ilysia.

Leaving countless hidden “easter eggs” and riddles across every corner of this world—things only those who understood could grasp—waiting for the day when someone in the future would uncover them and share a knowing smile.

He wanted to create his own Legacy.

He wanted to carve out a path of his own beyond this rigid class system.

He wanted to travel across the world, to personally meet those demi-human girls in the Codex that had yet to be unlocked, and to experience the customs of different races.

He also wanted to challenge evil dragons.

If possible, he wanted to place upon his own head the title of “Hunter King,” a name that already sounded incredibly cool.

Oh, right.

As a materialist in his previous life, he had never had the chance—but this time, he truly wanted to see a real God.

And after experiencing all of this, after living through that epic and brilliant adventurer’s life,

he would return to this small town, return to this tavern.

Sit together with those old friends, drink the strongest rye beer, and tell them his magnificent stories.

And all of this—

would be witnessed by the vast sea of stars above his head.

No matter how the world changed and shifted, only the stars remained eternal, silently watching every dreamer upon the earth.