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After that night, thanks to the powerful restorative force that always appeared at the start of each instance, He Ao's body was completely recovered.

The next morning, Wick brought him a motorcycle.

His eyes were listless, and his expression was dejected, a stark contrast to his demeanor yesterday.

"Don't misunderstand, I suddenly had a lot of official business to attend to last night, so I worked all night and am a bit tired."

He noticed Heo staring at his face and quickly explained.

He Ao nodded, indicating his understanding.

Wick: "Don't overthink it. I just opened one last night and did a quick check of the contents..."

He Ao nodded, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more and that he believed him.

Wick: ...

Wick: "Okay, I did have a long night last night."

At six o'clock in the morning, He Ao took a bite of dried meat, rode his motorcycle, and disappeared into the vast snowy wilderness.

At eleven o'clock, He Ao returned to the camp, bringing with him several powerful beast corpses, including a crimson creature that looked like a wolf.

He first went back to his room and stayed there for more than two hours.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he left the house, his whole body seemingly engulfed in flames.

Talent Sequence 5: Wrathful Man

He disposed of the beast's carcass at the market and bought the motorcycle.

At 5 p.m., he rode his motorcycle away from the camp again.

The young, wandering loner who had once stopped him watched his retreating figure, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Wick walked to his side and stared in the direction where Heo had disappeared.

"Isn't he afraid of danger going out so late?!"

The young wanderer in the wilderness sighed with bewilderment.

I've had a lot to do today, I'll make up for the next update tomorrow, everyone get some rest.

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Late at night, Heo returned from the wilderness, dragging back a pile of strange beast corpses under the watchful eyes of the young wilderness wanderers who were changing shifts.

He Ao returned to the house, having already paid for the rest of his stay, and continued tinkering.

Around three or four in the morning, he left the house and stretched his muscles.

He found a bare rock outside the camp, punched it, and with a soft thud, the rock shattered into several pieces.

Talent Sequence 23: Fighter

He Ao glanced at his physical attributes. He had absorbed a significant amount of power from the talent sequence through the circulation of martial arts. The 'Madman' path seemed to be all about strength-based extraordinary abilities, which greatly enhanced his physical attributes.

When he was an F-rank Angry Man, his physical attributes had already reached 41. Now, as an E-rank fighter, his physical attributes have reached 129, while most D-rank talents with other abilities only have physical attributes of around 140 or 150.

He rode his motorcycle and left the camp again.

This time, he didn't arrive until 11 a.m., close to the start of the market.

This time, he dragged back a huge pile of alien beast corpses, much more than the previous two times. The pile was like a small mountain, and the motorcycle could barely move it.

After returning to the camp, He Ao did not go back to his room, but instead dragged the beast's corpse directly to the market.

Motorcycles were not allowed to be driven around in the camp, so He Ao stopped his motorcycle, pulled the beast carcass, and headed towards the market.

And so the wilderness wanderers at the camp witnessed this scene.

Wearing a large windproof coat, his cheeks and hair stained with bright red blood, the young man, who still looked somewhat immature, dragged a small mountain made of strange beasts that were more than ten times his size, across the icy ground towards the market.

For most wilderness wanderers, strange beasts are powerful and terrifying beings. With each hunt, they never know if they might suddenly be left in the wilderness forever.

The powerful and terrifying beasts that were so terrifying to them were treated by He Ao as if they were chickens that could be easily crushed. They were simply tied together, piled up into a small mountain, and passed through the camp.

This undoubtedly made He Ao the focus of everyone's attention.

Girls in the wilderness are passionate and unrestrained, and a wild and powerful man like He Ao is exactly the type that wilderness women like the most.

On a journey of less than a kilometer, He Ao was stopped by five groups of girls and one group of burly men who tried to chat him up.

In response, he grabbed the person blocking his way by the collar, lifted them up, and put them aside, telling them not to block his path.

However, his brutal approach seemed to have triggered some strange trait, and more and more people were running towards him.

Fortunately, the road to the market wasn't far, and Heo entered the market before being harassed further.

About an hour later, he walked out of the market again and rode his motorcycle away from the camp.

He had already found out the habitat of the King Kong Monkey yesterday, but after staking out the area all morning, he hadn't managed to find it. So he came back first and traded the beasts he had hunted for some items that could be used to set traps.

With some money, they returned to the snowfield.

The young wilderness hunter watched He Ao's motorcycle disappear into the snowfield and sighed softly, "It seems like he hasn't rested since he set off yesterday morning. Even superhumans need rest, right?"

"A raging volcano lies buried within him, and that volcano sustains him, driving him to do whatever it takes for power."

Wick walked up to the young wilderness wanderer and sighed, "The moment I saw him, I knew he was the kind of eagle that belonged to the sky, but for some reason he temporarily folded his wings and landed here with us."

“And what about me?” the young wilderness wanderer looked at Wick. “Lord Wick, what am I?”

Wick glanced at him, paused, and said, "Tit, I suppose."

The young wanderer in the wilderness was taken aback. "Just a titmouse?"

He felt a little resentful. He was already an E-level superhuman and the most outstanding hunter among the younger generation in the camp. He had received countless praises since childhood.

He seemed to be about the same age as him, and he felt that Wick's comparison of him to a titmouse and He to an eagle was somewhat of an insult to others and a demotion to himself.

If the best person in the camp is a titmouse, then everyone else is even worse than a titmouse, just a bunch of worthless scoundrels?

He took a breath and said defiantly, "Or, could I create one of those volcanoes you mentioned, evolve it, and turn it into a swan or something?"

“Sure,” Wick yawned. “Now that your parents are alive, if anything happens to them, you’ll have a volcano.”

"what?"

The young wilderness wanderer was taken aback.

"What do you think drives a person to work tirelessly and at all costs to become stronger? Is it ideals? Is it wealth?"

Wick waved his hand and walked deeper into the camp. "It's hatred! Hatred is a flame. The brighter it burns, the stronger a person becomes, and the closer they are to madness. Kid, being a happy titmouse isn't so bad."

The young wilderness wanderer watched Wick's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Wick, who had fooled a young man, touched the chip in his pocket.

I think I can't come anymore; my body can't take it.

Adults shouldn't play too many games.

Hmm... I'll start practicing moderation tomorrow.

His pace quickened considerably.

-

As night fell, Heo dragged the corpse of the King Kong Monkey back to the camp.

When the stars were shining brightly and the moon was high in the sky, he came out of the house.

Talent Sequence 50: Martial Artist.

Physical fitness has increased to 278.

With Ronaldo's memory, he quickly mastered the martial arts.

Next, we need to prepare the secret potion to advance a 'warrior'.

He found Wick again, and this time Wick was even more tired than when he last saw him, with lifeless eyes and a listless spirit.

In response, He Ao could only pat him on the shoulder and give him some red moon fruits that he had picked in the wilderness that day.

Red moon fruit is a small fruit about the size of a finger. It is said that eating it can speed up recovery and replenish vital energy for injured people.

Those who are not injured can replenish their Yang energy.

Wick wanted to refuse, but his hands wouldn't listen to him; they grabbed the red moon fruit and stuffed it into his pocket.

Since he had accepted a bribe, Wick was unusually cooperative in the ensuing conversation.

He first bought a mithril test tube from Wick, and then asked about the blacksmith in the camp.

Wilderness wanderers also frequently need to use melee weapons, and since there are no assembly line factories in the wilderness, many weapons need to be repaired or forged by themselves.

This has led to the continued existence of the blacksmith profession in some settlements of nomadic people in the wilderness.

However, such gathering places for nomadic people in the wilderness are not many, because the Nolanca Group has developed a miniaturized casting machine that can be directly controlled by a computer for unmanned casting. Even a child can easily operate it, the training time is short, and the efficiency of processing standard ironware is far higher than that of a blacksmith.

Many large wilderness nomad camps or families would buy these forging machines, and the blacksmith profession gradually disappeared.

However, the short sword in He Ao's hand is an atypical iron weapon, and only a skilled old blacksmith can repair or modify it.

However, Rock City is relatively poor and far from the industrial areas in the south, so transportation costs are high. As a result, Wick's camp cannot afford to buy those casting machines yet, and still retains the traditional blacksmith profession, and the blacksmiths are quite skilled.

He Ao planned to entrust his broken sword to the blacksmith to be transformed into a set of two-handed short swords.

Then he and Wick continued talking about the strange beasts around them.

"What? You're looking for the Blood Spider?"

Wick stood up abruptly.

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The blizzard shrouded the secluded and narrow canyon.

The towering cliffs blocked the sunlight on both sides, and although it was noon, the canyon was still as dark as the end of dusk.