My inventory is full of monster materials.

Pinewood Town, Daphne Hotel.

"breathe--"

The streets outside the window were already bustling with noise, but the room was still filled with the sound of even, long breaths.

Sunlight crept up the bed from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed, eventually falling on the face of the black-haired boy.

Mark woke up reluctantly.

"What time is it?"

He mumbled incoherently and rubbed his eyes.

When his gaze focused on the dark wood-paneled ceiling above him, the unfamiliar sight brought him to his senses—yes, he was no longer on Earth.

I really don't want to get up~

Mark grabbed the soft white mattress and pulled it over his head, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Sleeping until you naturally wake up—what a luxurious happiness!

Last night, the "White Eagle" team completed their mission settlement. Mark received 7 gold coins, a basic health potion, an unknown rune beast hide, and a light green magic stone.

With his wealth skyrocketing, Mark finally left the dark and smelly stable where he used to live and found a decent hotel in town to stay at—the Daphne Hotel.

Mark chose this hotel because...

It wasn't because the food was affordable and plentiful, nor because the room was elegantly and quietly decorated, nor because the owner had a young daughter.

Rather, it was because the innkeeper, Paul, was also an experienced adventurer who had once slain a minotaur.

After retiring from the military, the hotel owner and his wife opened the hotel together.

Thanks to the owner's strong deterrent force, Daphne Hotel has rarely been the target of trouble, and its safety record is well-known in the town.

Of course, the hotel rent wasn't cheap either.

The price of a standard single room is: 50 copper coins per day, or 15 silver coins per month.

Moreover, meals, hot water, and prices are not negotiable.

Mark prepaid a month's rent without hesitation.

For him, a safe place to live is the most important investment right now.

"How should I spend my five-day break?"

Mark tossed and turned in bed, thinking about his upcoming schedule.

Eat and drink in town, and enjoy a life in another world you've never experienced before?

To be honest, in the past, he was busy making a living and had no time to pay attention to the appearance of Songmu Town.

Perhaps we could go to the Rouge Street that Henry mentioned and experience the exotic charm of another world?

I've heard that there are not only humans there, but also dwarves, elves, orcs, catwomen, fairies, centaurs...

According to the old hands, that's the destination for all adventurers.

Just then, a thought flashed through Mark's mind. He quickly rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a folded piece of white paper.

"What I want..."

Felix's parting words echoed in his ears.

In an instant, a glint of light flashed in Mark's eyes, and he said to himself with unwavering determination.

"I want magic!"

……

……

Mark, having changed into lighter clothing, found the "obvious old oak tree" in the western residential area of ​​town.

Amidst a row of neat rows of houses, a lush oak tree abruptly interrupts the view.

It is 20 meters tall, and its trunk is about 4-5 people's arms can encircle it. Its huge canopy spreads out like clouds, and sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting small, shimmering spots of light on the ground.

Mark observed the street for a while and found that the local residents were already used to the giant tree, and some elderly people were even gathered under its shade, leisurely playing cards.

Mark strolled up to the old oak tree, reached out and touched its weathered bark, a hint of doubt in his mind.

It's somewhat special, but not many.

Let's give it a try, as the captain suggested.

Mark then paced around the old oak tree, three times to the left, three times to the right...

When the final step was completed, the surrounding scenery rippled and distorted silently like water.

The residential buildings suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deep, tranquil, and dappled ancient forest.

Unbeknownst to Mark, a heavy wooden door had appeared on the tree trunk in front of him, with a sign above it that read "Lily's Cottage".

Spatial teleportation?

A hidden master in the beginner village!

wrong.

Mark immediately dismissed his suspicions.

Because if you observe the surrounding forest scenery carefully, you will find that it is like an animation frame loop, with the scene being the same over and over again.

If you move a few meters away from the old oak tree, you can see the scene begin to distort, and you can faintly hear the chatter of passersby.

Mark understood.

This is an illusion surrounding the old oak tree, where the hidden "Lily's Hut" can only be seen by following the correct steps.

It seems that the homeowner dislikes being disturbed by the outside world.

Mark straightened his clothes and then went to the wooden door.

The wooden door wasn't anything special, except that it had a fist-sized opening in the middle, and a small platform was specially installed next to the opening for people to stop.

Mark gently knocked on the door with his hand.

Thump~ thump~

Less than half a minute.

A bright orange squirrel with a very bushy tail emerged from the hole.

The squirrel stood nimbly on the platform, its big, dark eyes fixed on Mark, its large tail swishing left and right, and it squeaked twice with its neck tilted back.

Mark didn't understand animal language, but he could roughly guess what the little guy meant, so he took out the piece of white paper from his waist bag and handed it over.

The squirrel held the white paper with its tiny paws, but didn't leave immediately; instead, it stared longingly at Mark.

Ok.

No wonder Felix told him to bring more nuts.

Mark then pulled out a handful of fragrant roasted walnuts from his pouch and gently shook them onto the small platform by the door.

Seeing this, the squirrel very humanely tucked the white paper under its armpits, then used its two little paws to gnaw on the walnut kernels with a "crunch crunch" sound, while its big tail happily swayed like a windshield wiper.

In less than two minutes, all the walnuts were gone.

In less than two minutes, all the walnuts on the platform were gone.

But the little squirrel, having eaten and drunk its fill, simply lay back contentedly, its head still resting on the white paper, and turned over with its round little belly bulging out.

Mark's eyes twitched involuntarily at the sight.

This gatekeeper is so unprofessional! He took the bribe and then did nothing... such a disgraceful thing!

Mark kept poking the squirrel's belly with his finger, urging it on.

"Hehe, little guy, go and inform them quickly."

However, the squirrel looked dizzy and stubbornly refused to move.

Suddenly, a crisp, angry shout came from behind the wooden door.

"Juju! You're slacking off again!"

The squirrel "Juju" was startled and immediately grabbed the white paper and scurried into the hole in the wooden door.

In just a few seconds.

With a "click," the wooden door opened a small crack, gesturing for the person outside to enter.

Mark glanced at the size and proportions of the tree trunk, and despite his doubts, he pushed open the door and went inside.

The instant you step over the threshold.

A strange perceptual distortion occurred.

The entire interior space of the tree trunk silently expanded and enlarged, completely encompassing Mark.

When Mark came to his senses, he found himself standing in a peculiar general store that was about 15-20 square meters in size.

The shop's design has a strong forest theme.

Instead of stone slabs or carpets, the ground is ingeniously covered with lush, soft grass, and you can feel the fresh scent of grass after a rain.

The right wall is a wooden shelf that reaches the ceiling, displaying hundreds of strange magical plants, fresh and dried, with roots, stems, leaves, flowers, and fruits... all in vibrant colors.

The right wall also features massive wooden shelves, upon which are displayed various processed biological materials, such as the hind legs of a ferocious rabbit, the sharp legs of a giant tarantula, and the fangs of a dire wolf...

Many more were completely unidentifiable remains or organs, clearly from a vast area beyond the Golan Forest.

Mark's gaze slowly swept over the dazzling array of materials, finally settling on the front of the shop.

Behind a crystal display case, a beautiful young woman stood quietly.

She wore a loose, plain white mage's robe, had emerald hair and green eyes, fair skin, a beautiful face, and elegantly shaped, slightly upturned ears—

An elf?!