Who Says I'm Not a Proper Adventurer?

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Certain Victory

Lance had expected this, but he found that when he officially confirmed the possibility...

He silently looked down at his right hand.

His arm was trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

This strange sensation was exactly like his reaction after killing those Goblins and returning to his rented room for the first time.

This powerful body, strengthened by several Specialties, was madly craving a real battle.

A small tribe commanding fifty Goblins, limited by its racial foundation, couldn’t possibly give birth to some terrifying mutant.

The most reasonable guess was that there was just a newly-formed Big Goblin there.

It was the weakest of all Professional Level Demons.

Lance quickly calculated the relative strengths of both sides.

After activating the Dragon Hunting Breathing Combat Technique, stacked with the dual enhancements of the Solid Stone Membrane and Azure Dragon Armament, his Attributes had already surpassed the limits of Non-Professionals.

His evaluation of himself was very simple.

He was a damn good fighter.

In a life-or-death battle, a trade of blows with no regard for defense, he was certain he would be the last one standing.

He didn’t know if this was a side effect of his red Talent, but he felt as if his body was suppressing something with no outlet.

It was as if he had to vent it through slaughter or something else; otherwise, suppressing it for too long might lead to a situation he couldn’t control.

And now, this hand trembling with excitement was the best proof.

He clenched his fist tightly.

’Since my body craves it this much, I might as well go all out and give it a try.’

Besides, thanks to the experience accumulated from clearing those three small camps, his Goblin Research Progress on his panel had long since broken through the Level 3 mark.

The full-map vision for Goblins had been quietly unlocked.

He could scout out the entire situation in the camp without getting close. If anything unexpected happened, he could retreat.

"Cecilia."

Lance turned to look at the young woman behind him and asked:

"When interns from your academy encounter life-threatening danger in the wild, how do you ensure your own safety?"

Cecilia froze for a moment, clearly unable to keep up with Lance’s abrupt change in topic.

But she still answered the question very seriously.

"We were all issued special Magic Items before we left."

"If we encounter an irresistible, fatal danger, the item will automatically activate to form a Shield and send a distress signal to the academy’s safety officers. They’ll rush over to rescue us as fast as they can."

Hearing this answer, Lance’s worries were completely put to rest.

He would never put a friend who trusted him in danger just to satisfy his own desire for battle.

With the safety officers as a fallback, he had no more worries.

Lance looked into the young woman’s ruby-like eyes and laid out all his intel, including his theory about the Elite Monster ahead.

He explained in detail the immense risks the upcoming battle might entail, then waited for her to make a choice.

Even if she chose to back out now, he wouldn’t have any complaints.

But Cecilia just gripped the shoulder strap of her canvas bag, her gaze exceptionally firm.

"Lance, this is a commission we accepted together."

"We have to complete it together."

The young woman’s thoughts were surprisingly in sync with Lance’s; she would never abandon the man who had protected her and flee alone at a time like this.

"Alright, then we’ll go back together."

Lance smiled and held out his large right hand.

Cecilia understood immediately and raised her small hand.

SLAP!

The large and small hands met mid-air in a crisp high-five.

"Together!" A bright smile bloomed on the young woman’s face.

Tactical reconnaissance is always the first step of any operation.

Lance stopped with Cecilia a few hundred meters from the nest.

He didn’t need to risk getting any closer. He just had to lead the young woman on a wide circle around the camp, and its troop deployment was completely exposed to his sight.

His vision lit up with a dense cluster of red dots.

About thirty or so—fewer than he had expected.

But among the red dots representing Ordinary Goblins, one special spot of light was particularly glaring.

Its silhouette was clearly a head taller than its surrounding kin.

Based on visual proportions, the creature’s height was definitely between 1.8 and 1.9 meters.

This confirmed Lance’s worst, and most anticipated, suspicion.

It was an adult Big Goblin.

As the weakest of the Professional Level Demons, it hadn’t mastered any powerful bloodline Specialties and was even called the shame of Professional Level Demons.

It merely possessed a physical constitution that was slightly stronger than an Ordinary Demon’s.

However, a Big Goblin that commanded a Goblin Camp might possess some [Tactical Specialization].

In the Demon Manuals given to Adventurers by the Adventurer’s Association, some versions even removed the Big Goblin from the Professional Level Demon category and reclassified it as Non-Professional Level.

Lance preferred to call it a Semi-Professional Level demon.

The fact that he could see the Big Goblin also confirmed a piece of good news.

The system still classified this Mutated individual of the Big Goblin group within the Goblin racial category.

This meant the Weakness Insight Trait granted by the system was fully effective against it.

Before confirming this information, Lance had only an eighty percent chance of victory.

Now, with the highlighted weak points, he had ninety percent certainty.

And Cecilia’s precise Spell support was just what he needed to perfectly cover that final ten percent.

With a hundred percent chance of winning, he had no idea how he could possibly lose.

He had a strong Intuition.

’If I kill this Mutated Elite Monster with my own hands, it will definitely bring unexpected benefits to my Goblin research on the Biological Research panel.’

The next steps of his strategy were clear.

With a Big Goblin present, he definitely couldn’t just raise his Shield and charge into the camp to engage in close combat with the green-skinned monsters.

Once surrounded by more than thirty Goblins, plus a massive and astonishingly powerful Elite Monster, such a reckless charge would be no different from suicide.

He had to use the terrain to his advantage to kill all the Ordinary Goblins first, and only then focus on the isolated and helpless Big Goblin.

Hiding behind a dense bush, Lance focused his gaze and summoned his translucent panel.

[Dragon Hunting Breathing Combat Technique Level 3 (811/1000)]

[Levin Archery Level 2 (193/240)]

[Current Remaining: Skill Experience 1128, Knowledge Experience 260]

Looking at the numbers on the panel, he quickly calculated in his head.

If he wanted, he could directly spend the points to raise his Dragon Hunting Breathing Combat Technique to Level 4 right now.

But he forcibly suppressed this tempting urge.

The memory of the muscle spasms from forcibly solidifying his body Specialty and Talent was still fresh in his mind.

He was afraid that the exclusive modifiers derived from this core skill would be too potent.

If it involved deep-level body reinforcement without high-calorie Magical Beast meat to provide sufficient nutrients, his body would most likely collapse on the spot.

That would be no different from suicide.

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