CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: SIGNIFICANT IMPROVEMENT (SEEKING CONTINUED READING!)

The head exploded, leaving only the pus-filled body still blindly flailing forward.

The shield swung forcefully, knocking the hand aside. The sword in his left hand slashed down, cutting off the enemy’s forearm directly.

The heavy hammer in his right hand slammed down again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

One hammer blow after another.

A perfect chance for output, not a moment of output time can be wasted.

Sharp weapons found it hard to kill a body without weaknesses. But as blunt instruments smashed down repeatedly, it was like pounding a piece of meat on a cutting board.

The entire body was now rotten, the bones supporting the body shattered within.

The dwarf occasionally vomiting at the rear watched the scene, jumping anxiously.

Because Kana didn’t know how to use a hammer properly, he was just swinging his hammer haphazardly.

Yet somehow Kana’s strength became incredibly great, and he pounded the headless rotting goblin leader helplessly.

Shield Strike, slash, heavy hammer.

Even if the enemy seemed almost dead, he showed no intention of letting go.

Until the information Kana wanted popped up.

Experience +52

[Experience: 62/1000]

Little goblins had over 20 points, while big goblins gave only 52.

Compared to before, he leveled up, so the experience gained was of lower quality for him now.

Looking at the goblin’s body lying on the ground, now a mess of rotten flesh and pus.

The stench grew thicker, and the blood mask started to fail in blocking it.

Kana couldn’t help but feel the urge to vomit.

"We should leave here quickly."

Without hesitation, he turned and left the cave with the exhausted dwarf.

From afar, Bobo leapt down and followed them out of the cave.

Upon rushing out, they finally removed the blood masks from their faces.

As the dwarf emerged, he immediately collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily.

Bobo gasped for air: "My god, why is it so stinky inside?"

"Those goblins worshipped the Rotting Monarch, that’s why they became like that," Kana explained briefly.

He roughly understood why he earned experience.

He had previously set the condition for acquiring experience as killing "Intruders."

And clearly, intruders in this world were far more numerous than he anticipated.

Previously, when Kana set it, he envisioned intruders to be akin to "Void."

After all, he knew many "Void Vanguard" lairs in the game, so even with such a setup, he could find enough monsters to gain experience.

Now, after killing worshippers of the "Rotting Monarch," although they were goblins, he still gained experience.

Clearly, an evil god like the "Rotting Monarch" was also an intruder, almost certainly.

That would mean there were many entities in the game considered intruders.

Compared to what Kana initially thought, it would be much easier to find targets, simplifying the method of gaining experience.

This was clearly a good thing.

Watching the dwarf recover significantly, though the pustules on his face did not disappear immediately.

"Come, Child of the Mountains, your hammer."

Saying so, Kana walked over, helped the dwarf up and handed him the hammer: "Thank you for your hammer, it worked well."

"Ha-ha, absolutely. It was blessed by the mountains," the dwarf replied with a laugh.

After taking the hammer, noting the pus still on it, he grimaced and wiped it on the ground.

Saying, "Honestly mate, your hammer swinging is terrible. You should learn."

Kana smiled without retorting; in the game, he never used a hammer.

Using swords and guns was way cooler than using a hammer.

"Nice to meet you, mate, I’m Getai, Getai Gray Stone of the Gray Mountain tribe, Child of the Mountains. How about you?"

"Ah, a friend from Gray Mountain," Kana nodded, acknowledging, his right arm aligned with his chest and stomach, bending slightly in a bow.

Seeing this, Getai quickly executed the same gesture.

This was dwarven etiquette.

"I am Kana, Kana Safro Sate, and this is my Guardian Knight—Alyris..."

A simple introduction was given.

After Kana asked, "Why are you here? And why were you captured by goblins?"

Upon hearing this, the dwarf instantly appeared embarrassed, sneaking closer to whisper: "I guess we’re comrades now? You mustn’t spread this around, it’s too humiliating.

Of course, excluding the heroic fighting later."

Then the dwarf explained: "I partied too hard last night, drank too much and perhaps got too drunk, ended up straying off the path.

When I came to, those little creatures had carried me into that cave."

You surely staggered a long way while drunk. If Kana recalled correctly, the dwarves on Gray Mountain mainly gathered on the mountain’s far side.

Meaning, facing the Cohen Kingdom.

The dwarf then rubbed his face, followed by a scream.

"Damn it, what’s on my face?"

He finally reached up to touch the huge bump on his face, only to find it was a pustule.

"Remember? You vomited inside, I said not to do that," Kana reminded.

"Yes, yes, it’s coming back to me. But it was too stinky inside," recalling it, Getai couldn’t help feeling nauseous again: "You seem to know about these things, how can I deal with it?"

Getai seemed urgent, unconsciously poking at the pustule on his face, wincing in pain.

"I probably look like a frog now; truly a disgrace."

"Poke it open, just not now."

Getai stopped his hand.

"You should return to your tribe, then poke it open. Apply an antidote lotion, while drinking half. Maintain a clean state for some time, you should be fine.

Or maybe someone can perform Purification, that would certainly be faster."

Listening to Kana, Getai nodded: "Thanks, but I think I must go, they could be searching for me."

Kana nodded: "If anything happens, you can find me by the riverbank, we’re camping there."

"Alright, sure thing, I will."

Getai nodded, raised his hammer, surveyed the surroundings and ran toward the hillside.

Watching Getai leave.

Only then did Alyris ask: "Those are dwarves? Not quite like I imagined; I thought they’d be shorter.

But the big beard fits quite well, and they’re more agile and stronger than I expected."

Previously Alyris thought these dwarves and the like were just stories from tales.

Today another race was seen, and truly traveling with the prince broadened horizons.

Only now did Kana wave his hand.

George jumped down from a distant tree, sprinting over.

His gaze lingered in the direction the dwarf left, unable to resist asking: "What was that? A diseased old man?"

Like those afflicted with dwarfism, looking quite pitiful, with pustules on the face.

Seeing this, George felt a bit of compassion, especially hearing they were rescued from a goblin cave.

"Oh, oh dear." Bobo couldn’t help but cover her face upon hearing this.

Having spent so much time with Kana, she almost forgot that the country’s majority had savage-like perspectives.

Kana couldn’t help but chuckle, and then said: "Alright, let’s go back now. I believe Bobo will gladly answer your questions."

They jogged back, just in time before nightfall reached the camp.

"You’re finally back, otherwise I’d have to send someone to find you." The Soldier Captain guarding the camp sighed with relief seeing them return.

The forest at night wasn’t safe.

Moreover, these soldiers were from Riverbend Town, merely twenty miles away from this forest and the Recovery Area.

Though unaware of the Magic Recovery Area, they knew of the forest’s peril far surpassing other places.