Who Says I'm Not a Proper Adventurer?

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Teasing Fate with Death

The first time, the original owner of this body was killed on a street late at night by a roaming Thief while trying to earn a rush fee. That directly led to the arrival of my soul from the Otherworld.

For some unknown reason, it seemed the mastermind hadn’t saved the original owner that time.

The second time was on the shoals of Copper Creek Forest, when I was pierced through the chest by a Goblin Barbarian Soldier’s Stone Spear while protecting Damian.

The third time was just now, when I chose to activate my Dragon Form, trading my life for Buck’s and taking that fatal Poison Blade head-on.

’If I’m not mistaken, those must have been the three special death experiences.’

Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine any other way he could have forcibly broken free from that terrifying mastermind’s control over his destiny, aside from a complete reset through death.

Especially tonight.

If not for the death caused by that ultimate trade, which by a stroke of luck allowed him to touch upon the hidden information stream for Jhin, the Virtuoso, he would have never discovered this chilling truth at this stage.

Following this train of thought, a sudden realization struck Lance like a bolt of lightning.

He remembered a fatal blind spot he had long overlooked.

Ever since the system finished loading, he had never once questioned something.

Even though he was a Transmigrator from the Otherworld and it made sense that he’d have one more Talent than an Ordinary person from this world...

...he had never questioned why both of his Talents were of the red tier that symbolized Mythical quality.

If his death by electrocution on Earth and his soul’s rebirth in the Otherworld happened to fit the resurrection Trait of the Ouroboros Ring...

...then Hevagmir’s Boiling, the Talent that provided Unlimited Stamina, absolutely had to be something the original owner of this body already possessed.

The original owner was supposedly just an Ordinary person living in a border town, yet he possessed a Mythical Talent.

This proved that the original owner was anything but ordinary.

Lance lowered his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

He was mocking his own arrogance—the kind unique to a Transmigrator.

Then again, if a paradigm-shattering event like today’s hadn’t occurred, who would be bored enough to question their own extraordinary gifts?

Most people would just take it for granted, chalking it up to "protagonist plot armor."

Lance pushed aside his self-mockery and looked at the last few lines of text displayed in his vision.

[4. Conditions: Jhin, the Virtuoso provides no Attribute growth. It cannot be chosen as a Main Profession. As a secondary Profession, it is not subject to soul attrition.]

[5. Feat Requirement: I successfully resisted death (Completed)]

(Only a madman who toys with destiny through death may be crowned here.)

(Hello, my successor. —Balthazar)

Staring at these two short messages, Lance felt his blood run hot.

’If I had continued down the original path of that low-born boy, I might have spent my entire life unable to escape the manipulator’s control, ultimately becoming nothing more than a pitiful puppet.’

But now, everything was different.

Just by relying on the death-reversal of the Ouroboros Ring, he had already begun to invisibly tear at the great web of his manipulated destiny.

What would happen with the system in his future?

With the system’s overpowered mechanics, he could continuously hunt all sorts of Demons, stacking countless Extraordinary, Legendary, and even Mythical Talents.

With his current, terrifying, snowballing growth rate...

...perhaps long before the mastermind even noticed anything was amiss, he would have already grown in secret into a behemoth that even they couldn’t ignore.

That would be the perfect time to truly flip the board and enact his revenge.

For anyone else, the conditions to become Jhin, the Virtuoso were incredibly demanding.

Luckily, however, he had already fulfilled most of them.

The Attribute issue could be quickly solved by farming Demon Talents.

All that remained was the Main Profession restriction.

He had to become a Pale Guard as soon as possible. That was the fastest way to become Jhin, the Virtuoso.

Just from the Profession’s name, he could tell it would help him fight against destiny. One could even call it a counter-class specifically designed to fight the person behind the scenes.

Besides, considering the wildly arrogant disposition of the last person to hold this Profession...

Toying with destiny through death.

A complete and utter madman.

It was obvious this Profession’s Power wouldn’t be weak.

Lance slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, not a hint of panic remained in them—only an icy cold.

Then his lips curled into a silent smile.

’I don’t care what you are.’

’A god on high, a demon from the abyss, or some self-important son of a bitch in this world who fancies himself the one pulling the strings.’

’Then you’d all better pray every single night.’

’Pray that the threads of destiny you tied to me back then are strong enough.’

’Otherwise, once I get back on my feet, I will climb up every last one of these damn threads, and I will tear your precious heads—along with the garbage script you’ve written—to pieces.’

At the same time, Lance found himself growing even more interested in this vast world.

The countless great feats hidden in the mists of history, the Fire-Stealing Marvels capable of interfering with the laws of reality, and this unknown Power that could manipulate destiny.

To him, a visitor from the Otherworld, all of it was utterly fascinating.

...

Meanwhile, Cecilia had no idea what a massive shock Lance had just been through.

The Half-Elf maiden was in a very strange state.

Swirls seemed to spin in her eyes, and she was completely dazed, letting her roommate, Yuna, cling to her arm as they walked back to their room.

「In the past hour.」

Sylvester, the lead teacher from Violet Academy, had gathered all the interns.

During the meeting, the instructor officially announced the core activity for the next phase of their internship.

To coordinate with the Adventurer’s Guild in clearing out the hotspots of Magic Power radiation, all intern teams had to leave the safety of the town and begin camping overnight in the dangerous Copper Creek Forest.

Ever since that short meeting, a few words had completely taken over Cecilia’s mind.

Late at night, the forest, two people, spending the night.

As if imbued with a power of their own, these words bounced around inside her head.

Walking beside her, Yuna didn’t notice her friend’s strange state.

She was rubbing her arms and complaining loudly that the wilderness would be full of annoying bugs at night, and that she’d never get a wink of sleep.

As for Cecilia, who knew what sort of outrageous scenes were playing in her mind, but the pointed ears hidden beneath her hair were now so red they looked ready to drip blood.

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