My inventory is full of monster materials.

When pressed by his teammates, Mark simply took a sip of his ale and smiled as he countered with a question.

"Do you guys remember what I said when I used 'Ice Blade' on the bison herd during our first attack on the waterfall?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought, trying hard to recall the scene at that time.

Before long, Emily, with her quickest brain, spoke first.

"Mr. Mark seemed to say at the time, 'We'll get an explanation after this mission is over,' right?"

Henry and the others suddenly realized what was happening and chimed in with their own opinions.

"Yes, yes, that's it! That's the line!"

"I just listened casually at the time and didn't think much about it."

"Could this be related to your current appearance?"

...

This question immediately piqued everyone's interest, and the curiosity in everyone's eyes was almost overflowing.

At this moment, Mark could barely suppress the smile on his face. He quickly picked up his iron cup, pretended to drink, and then let out a heavy sigh.

"Ah~ To be honest, the reason I can cast so many ice spells is because of the frost bloodline in my body, which comes from my ancestor being a frost giant."

"Frost Giant?!" x4

These words stunned everyone like a thunderbolt.

This world is mainly inhabited by six races of giants: Storm Giants, Cloud Giants, Fire Giants, Frost Giants, Stone Giants, and Hill Giants.

Frost giants mostly live in extremely cold places, are born with the power of frost, have glacier-like pale blue skin, and their hair and beards are snow-white or light blue. Their bodies are always covered with frost and ice pillars.

The crowd discussed animatedly, recounting the rumors they had heard about the frost giants.

"It is said that there are traces of frost giants on the north side of the Dragon Ridge Mountains in the northwest of Pinewood Town."

"Those who listen to the poetry recitations in the tavern are frost giants who are taller and more robust than ogres."

...

After some discussion, none of them had expected that Mark would have such a unique background.

Henry stroked his chin, a knowing glint in his eyes, and tentatively asked.

"So, Mark, all these changes in you are due to the awakening of your bloodline?"

Mark did not reply directly, but spoke vaguely.

"almost."

Everyone immediately realized what was going on.

No wonder Mark, though only a mage apprentice, could unleash so many powerful ice spells, and even that terrifying ice dragon made sense—they didn't know what level bloodline awakening could reach.

But Brady immediately frowned and replied.

"That's way too much, Brother Ma. If your ancestors were frost giants... how did they manage to mate with humans and have offspring with such a huge size difference?"

"..."

Brady's unique thought process instantly killed the heated discussion, leaving everyone stunned and momentarily at a loss for words.

Mark blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed—this red-haired kid really knew how to bring up the most awkward topics.

Just then, Orion also started to think outside the box.

"That's possible. My grandmother was a frost giant, and my grandfather was a normal human. That would make sense."

"Oh~" x3

Henry and Brady deliberately dragged out their voices, and Emily echoed their sentiments.

Mark's face turned even redder, and he quickly coughed to interrupt everyone, lest his thoughts wander in strange directions.

"Actually, my grandfather was a dwarf frost giant, which is why he was driven out of his tribe."

"Later, by chance, I ended up living in a human community, and some of my special skills are actually atavistic traits from my grandfather~"

Mark deliberately winked and made faces to retaliate against his companions' teasing, his tone extremely arrogant.

This made Henry and the other men extremely envious.

The giant's great sword! !

Who doesn't love it?

As the only girl in the group, Emily suddenly understood the meaning behind it. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly lowered her head, put her hands together, and silently recited the Holy Word of Dawn to dispel distracting thoughts.

The atmosphere around the campfire became lively again, filled with the cheerful laughter of the group.

……

……

three days later.

As dusk deepened in the forest, countless stars twinkled in the sky.

The camp was quiet, with the team members each doing their own job. Only the direction of the herb hut remained tightly closed—Clyde had been inside in seclusion, refining medicine for three days and three nights.

Suddenly, a huge burst of wild, ecstatic laughter erupted from the hut, echoing throughout the entire camp. The excitement and madness in the voice could be clearly felt even from a distance.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Hearing the commotion, Henry and his men, scattered throughout the camp, stopped what they were doing and rushed to the open space in the camp.

The usually composed Clyde was now a completely different person. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, his robes were stained red and green, and he exuded a kind of manic excitement.

Clyde gripped a conical flask containing a gray liquid tightly in his right hand, and a silver circular badge in his other hand, laughing wildly and shouting as he tilted his head back.

"I did it! I finally did it!"

Seeing him like this, everyone felt a little uneasy—they should indeed be happy for Clyde's success, but on second thought, was Clyde really successful now?

The group exchanged glances, and finally Orion, who was closest to Clyde, stepped forward slowly. Max hesitated for a few seconds before following him.

Clyde had stopped laughing wildly. His palms trembled as he gripped the conical flask, staring at the gray liquid inside with a look of fascination, muttering to himself.

"If I drink this, I can advance to a professional! A professional—!"

Orion stepped forward and carefully grasped Clyde's wrist, his tone full of concern and advice.

"My lord! You haven't rested for three days and three nights. Why don't you rest for a couple of days and drink the potion when you're feeling better?"

Upon hearing this, Clyde, contrary to his usual behavior, broke free from Orion's grasp and glared at him angrily.

"Don't try to stop me! I'm drinking it now, and nobody's going to stop me!"

"Clyde!"

Suddenly Mark stepped forward and called out, a faint smile on his face.

"Could I borrow this bottle of medicine to take a look?"

Clyde paused for a moment, looked down at the conical flask in his hand, then at Mark's bright blue eyes. His emotions gradually calmed down, and he obediently handed over the conical flask.

Mark took the conical flask, examined the gray liquid closely, then casually shook it, sensing the faint magical fluctuations emanating from it.

Just then, a phantom light screen appeared before them.

[Ilúvatar's Blessing detected. Yes/No... Divine power locked, cannot be used.]

Mark nodded silently.

From the very beginning, he never intended to possess the Oracle Potion, and the panel prompts made that sense.

Now that Mark was certain the potion was fine, he didn't linger and handed it back, saying softly.

"You drink it."

Orion wanted to say something more, but Clyde had already taken the potion, uncorked it, and swallowed it down.

boom!

The conical flask was smashed to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

Clyde pressed the silver badge in his hand tightly against his forehead, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Time passed slowly, but Clyde remained motionless, his forehead pressed tightly against the badge.

Just then, Mark and his friends noticed a shooting star streak across the night sky.

At first, everyone just took it as a good omen and didn't pay much attention to it.

Until the meteor, trailing a long white fiery tail, fell straight toward their camp, instantly illuminating the entire camp.

Hu~hu~

Clyde was enveloped in white light, and a surge of magical energy suddenly spread outwards, causing a gale to howl and leaves to flutter.

Everyone instinctively took a few steps back, staring in shock at the scene before them.

As the white light gradually subsided and darkness returned to the camp, Clyde slowly opened his eyes. The madness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a clear and calm gaze.

At the same time, Clyde's aura underwent a dramatic change, becoming profound and condensed, comparable to the reappearance of the Brain Core Slime King.

Without a doubt, Clyde has successfully advanced to the professional level!