Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

As for the missing Constitution attribute requirement, Lance already had a plan in mind.

After meeting with Cecilia, he intended to make a trip to Birchwood Town to visit Toby the Shield Guard whom he had met previously.

At that time, he would see whether he could help slaughter some Ironhide Boars at the other party’s slaughterhouse.

As long as he could successfully unlock the Ironhide Boar’s Racial Talent through the system Codex, then his Constitution attribute requirements would absolutely meet the standard immediately.

Right, he had also learned something from one of his casual chats with Cecilia—

Upon advancing to the Professional Rank, one could obtain Skill Solidification.

And since he now maintained constant activation of his Breathing Technique every day, even unconsciously running it in low-power mode while sleeping—

He planned to choose another skill as the one to solidify.

Tomorrow morning, he intended to visit the Adventurers’ Guild, wait for the old Guildmaster to distribute his rewards, and conveniently use his Merit Points to exchange for a new skill he had already set his eyes on.

As for the final requirements regarding swordsmanship and archery proficiency, those were nowhere near as difficult as Azure Dragon Ultimate Flow. He could finish training them within a few days.Lance rapidly simulated the entire process in his mind and concluded that at most, he only needed one week to complete the Class Advancement Ritual and officially step into the ranks of Extraordinary beings.

After organizing everything related to becoming stronger—

The thing hanging over Lance’s head now instead became another troublesome real-world concern.

Lance walked to the window and reached out to push open the bedroom shutters.

He folded his arms together atop the windowsill and quietly enjoyed the cool summer night breeze.

At this moment, the full moon hanging in the night sky had already begun sinking toward the western mountains. Judging by the time, it was probably already around three or four in the morning, and dawn would soon arrive upon the distant horizon.

Yet Lance felt not the slightest trace of sleepiness.

His mind was completely filled with that outrageous act he had committed toward Cecilia while in Dragon Form.

No matter what, when they met tomorrow, he absolutely had to give that little girl a proper explanation.

Actually, setting aside tonight’s accident—

Lance could very keenly sense that the feelings hidden within Cecilia’s gaze toward him had already changed over this period of time.

Especially whenever he encountered danger, her concern was practically overflowing from her expression.

In his previous life, he had at least been an adult who experienced several normal romantic relationships. He had also played quite a few of the market’s classic romance games and certain private little games.

He was not so dull that he resembled the blockheaded male protagonists from traditional stories who remained completely oblivious despite obvious affection from girls.

Moreover, he possessed an extremely firm and pragmatic mindset.

There was no way he would fall into some meaningless self-doubt simply because the system trait “Source of Pleasure” might influence another person’s perception, then start questioning whether the other party truly liked him.

In his view, since these system traits had become part of himself, then they naturally formed an inseparable aspect of his individual identity.

He was not so melodramatic that he would split himself apart and forcibly separate the charm brought by the system from his own personal charm.

Because he believed that kind of internal conflict completely put the cart before the horse.

Deep within his truest thoughts, if he and Cecilia naturally ended up together in the future—

Then these strange traits granted by the system would instead become a special fuel that enhanced intimacy, making their emotional life even richer and more interesting.

The reason he previously complained about the system was simply because the traits always appeared too suddenly and too absurdly beyond his expectations, not because he rejected them.

Now that such a heart-racing intimate incident had already occurred—

He could conveniently use tomorrow’s meeting to openly test the other party’s true feelings.

As for the massive noble family standing behind Cecilia?

Lance gazed into the night outside the window and revealed a confident smile.

He had never considered her distinguished background to be some insurmountable mountain blocking his path.

After all, he was a cheat-enabled player possessing the System Panel.

With such outrageously broken cheats activated, if he still ended up defeated and separated by ordinary worldly family powers—

Then this entire transmigration would truly have been wasted.

If those other transmigrators saw him being this pathetic, they would probably line up just to drown him in contempt.

……

At the same time, Eastern Coast Province, Azure Harbor.

The night was deep, and within Moloch’s study, only several High-Level Magical Crystal Lamps emitted soft glowing light.

Moloch quietly sat behind his oak desk.

Holding an expensive quill in his hand, he wrote with rustling sounds upon an opened parchment notebook.

He was currently weaving a seemingly reasonable “accidental death” script for a powerful viscount far away in the royal capital.

Each word that fell represented another thread upon the Web of Fate being tugged by his hand.

This sensation of manipulating all living beings like Marionettes within his grasp always brought a trace of pleasure to the mad soul hidden beneath his elegant exterior.

Just as he prepared to write down the viscount’s final date of death—

Moloch’s wrist suddenly froze in midair without warning.

It was not that he did not wish to continue writing.

He simply suddenly could no longer continue.

A heavy pressure traveled instantly along the light quill toward his fingertips before heavily pressing down upon his wrist.

Preventing him from writing another stroke.

This heaviness did not originate from the physical world.

This belonged to the mysterious phenomenon known as “Weight of Fate.”

A subtle stiffness appeared upon Moloch’s face, which always carried a gentle smile.

“Crack… crack…”

He saw that the tip of the quill in his hand had unexpectedly begun seeping pale white frost outward without warning.

This inexplicable cold instantly froze the ink upon the parchment.

Immediately afterward, within the quiet study, the sound of rippling water strangely echoed.

Splash… splash…

The sound was incredibly ethereal, as though a lake sleeping within an extremely cold snowstorm had begun slowly producing ripples in the center of his study.

Moloch’s pupils shifted slightly.

He understood his own abilities extremely well.

Not only did manipulating fate require 【Fate Essence】 as ink—

But the carrying capacity of his Web of Fate also possessed limits.

The reason he normally planned every target so carefully was precisely because he needed to accurately calculate the weight of their Fate Trajectories, ensuring every thread of fate remained within the load-bearing limits of his enormous web.

But now…

He could clearly feel that upon the Web of Fate he had painstakingly constructed, a towering glacier burning with freezing flames had suddenly crashed down out of nowhere upon the spot originally reserved for some tiny insignificant insect!

Ever since being severely wounded by his old rival while simultaneously needing to drive numerous prophecies forward—

His Web of Fate had already become far less resilient than before.

At this moment, this sudden increase in weight had completely exceeded the limits he could bear.

Which meant the web was about to shatter.

How many trapped prey would escape because of this?