Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The Witch Ilysia, who had been floating in midair the entire time, watched this clean and efficient sequence of killings and completely confirmed something in her heart.

The close-combat techniques used by this young man—

Absolutely belonged to that Dragon’s exclusive techniques.

One had to know—

That Dragon had ultimately succeeded in marrying the renowned legendary Witch while possessing a human body.

And these fierce combat techniques had also been carefully recorded and preserved by that Witch.

However, because this combat style was far too violent and placed absurdly heavy burdens upon the body—

Even though the manual had spread into the world, very few normal humans would willingly choose to learn it.

Although these techniques had indeed been executed using a human body by that Dragon—

When they were originally created, absolutely no consideration had been given to whether ordinary human physiques could withstand them.

It could be said that every single move and stance within this martial art pursued explosive power at the absolute limit, and every technique involved extremely dangerous close-range killing combat.

Without possessing a Dragon’s terrifying stamina and monstrous defensive ability—

Forcefully learning this self-destructive combat art that injured oneself nearly as badly as the enemy could only mean the person thought their life was too long.

Back when she had traveled together with Karen—

She herself had once entertained the idea of having Karen learn this powerful martial art.

But after carefully examining the techniques and realizing just how unfriendly they were toward humans—

She ultimately felt too heartbroken for Karen and completely abandoned the idea.

At this moment—

Taking advantage of the brief combat pause after killing the Lizardman—

Lance turned his head and resumed the topic that had previously been interrupted.

“Miss Ilysia, could you now explain in detail what Fate Trajectory Grafting actually means?”

Hearing that form of address, the phantom floating in midair immediately furrowed her beautiful brows in dissatisfaction.

“Hey, don’t call me ‘Miss.’”

She placed both hands on her waist, her tone carrying the coquettishness unique to young girls.

“Although this happened in the future, the me staying at this point in time is still a youthful and beautiful maiden, okay?”

“One word like ‘Miss’ instantly aged me by over ten years.”

“Sorry.”

Lance slightly shifted sideways, dodging a bone spear thrust from a Lizardman.

He casually tossed out an utterly insincere apology.

Then his right hand smoothly shot forward, grabbing the spear shaft and violently yanking it. His left fist heavily smashed into the Lizardman’s head, casually crushing the ugly skull apart in the process.

“Hmph, men who don’t understand romance really are all the same.”

Seeing Lance’s perfunctory attitude, Ilysia puffed her cheeks slightly in dissatisfaction.

However, she did not continue dwelling on the issue of titles. Instead, she withdrew her joking expression and seriously began explaining the concept of “Fate Trajectory Grafting.”

“The so-called Fate Trajectory Grafting is an extremely forbidden and advanced fate spell formation.”

“The spellcaster expends enormous amounts of mana to create these historical projections.”

“Then forcibly assigns intruders like you into specific historical roles.”

“Afterward, the spell formation judges your final compatibility with that historical character based on all your actions within the projection.”

“As long as your level of role performance reaches a certain preset standard established by the spell formation—”

“Then when the projection ends, the formation will peel away a certain special fate trajectory from the historical figure you portrayed and ultimately graft it onto you.”

Lance nodded and was about to continue speaking—

At that moment, two small Goblins had already silently entered his blind spot.

They flanked him from both sides, tightly gripping poisoned bone blades while thrusting directly toward Lance’s eyes.

Meanwhile, at the farther edge of the shallow shore, a Goblin Shaman was currently raising a pale skull staff high into the air.

A foul-smelling acidic fireball was rapidly taking shape at the tip of the staff.

It could be said that at this very instant, every possible angle Lance could use to dodge had been completely sealed off by this coordinated combo attack.

However, within Lance’s vision at this moment, a certain research trait was flashing upon the translucent panel.

【Weakness Insight Mutation: Goblin Action Prediction (0.5 Seconds)】

This tiny half-second advantage represented absolute domination in true close-combat slaughter.

Expressionless, Lance directly stepped half a stride sideways toward the right.

The Goblin pouncing from the right instantly widened its eyes in terror as it discovered that its thrusting motion had practically delivered its vulnerable neck straight into Lance’s palm voluntarily.

Lance mercilessly tightened his fingers.

The crisp sound of bones shattering rang out as the Goblin died instantly.

Immediately afterward, Lance explosively exerted force with one arm, using the corpse in his hand as an excellent meat shield and violently smashing it toward the bone blade stabbing from the left side.

The sharp bone blade plunged into its companion’s body with a splurt, while the Goblin wielding the knife screamed from the tremendous impact.

Lance stepped forward and directly crushed its head apart with a hammer-like left fist.

The unpleasant scream abruptly ceased.

Then Lance exerted force with both arms, swinging the two ruined Goblin corpses as heavy projectiles before violently hurling them toward the distant Shaman currently casting spells.

Just half a second before the acidic fireball in the Goblin Shaman’s hand was about to fully form—

The two heavy corpses precisely smashed into it.

The acidic fireball, now out of control, immediately underwent a violent martyrdom explosion.

Ghastly green flames erupted violently, instantly illuminating the entire shallow shore.

The current Lance could already be considered a fully qualified Goblin Slayer.

All Goblin tactical coordination and attack intentions would be directly seen through by his eyes.

After completing this intense sequence of movements, Lance did not even breathe heavily once.

He turned toward the Witch phantom floating in midair and continued asking—

“Witch Miss, since the other party spent so much effort arranging this setup, then there must be something on you and Mr. Karen that they desperately desired.”

“That’s why they needed to rely on my actions to graft fate and thereby seize that hidden object.”

“Can you think of anything worthy of being coveted by High-Level Professionals?”

Ilysia floated left and right through the air.

She frowned while thinking for a long time, seemingly genuinely unable to think of any treasure worthy of such painstaking plotting.

After all, at this particular point in time, she and Karen were merely two Extraordinary-rank Adventurers.

To those High-Level existences standing above the clouds, their current possessions were simply insignificant.

“This should probably be because the future Karen and I accomplished some earth-shattering feat.”

Ilysia spread her hands and offered a reasonable guess.

“But you don’t need to worry at all now. The other party’s evil scheme completely collapsed the instant you stepped into this place.”