I didn't intend to destroy the world.

After showing the Raven Adventurer's Bronze Badge, Levitt officially entered the Forest of Monsters.

The previous one doesn't count—

The Forest of Monsters has a terrible name, and it's just as bad for inexperienced or weak adventurers.

Even in the safe outer area of ​​the Monster Forest, as described by the old adventurer, he could still see fresh traces of many adventurers' deaths.

There were no broken corpses, no abandoned equipment, only recent bloodstains and signs of a fight.

Levitt carried a small bag, had a short sword at his waist, and a broken crossbow on his back. He appeared to be well-equipped, but he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Three sides of the road were surrounded by dense forests, with faint animal cries echoing through the air. Occasionally, other adventure teams would pass by Levitt at the checkpoints of the town of Zendar.

They all stared at Levitt with a peculiar look.

"He's all alone, and he looks like a novice."

"Don't judge a book by its cover; maybe he's a lawyer?"

People would occasionally whisper among themselves, and Levitt looked distressed when he heard this.

As a farmer without even a profession, he is now forced to embark on a path that is called adventure, but in reality, it is about "broadening his horizons".

Last night he talked with the members of the Big Bear Adventure Team. They said that almost all adventurers go through trials and tribulations and obtain a basic profession before they start adventuring, and very few people choose to become lone wolves.

Li Weite is not Jiahao, nor is he stupid, but he has to survive.

"Go collect ten Blue Moon Grasses first, then try to find Rotten Knife." Taking out the map of the Monster Forest purchased from the Adventurers' Guild, Levitt had to admit that Rotten Knife's goblin map was more complete and clearer.

With his hazy memory, he could even point out obvious errors in some places on the map, but those were mostly in the deeper parts of the Warcraft Forest and didn't affect his current itinerary.

When Levitt looked at the map in the Rotten Blade Cave last time, he remembered the approximate location. It was on the outer edge of the Monster Forest, and the central part was just beyond that. He marked a point on the map when he accepted the quest, and the distribution area of ​​Blue Moon Grass happened to be on the way.

After accepting the map, Levitt drew his short sword and set off with utmost concentration.

Blue Moon Grass has a unique appearance, with pale blue stems and leaves shaped like crescent moons.

It is not densely distributed, but scattered over a large area. Once Levitt reaches that area, he needs to keep an eye out as he walks.

Be aware of the blue moon grass swaying gently among the many plants, and also be wary of any danger that might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Fortunately, the weaker monsters scattered around the perimeter of the Monster Forest also felt fear.

Demon wolves, demon boars, and goblins—these are probably the most dangerous creatures in the outer areas marked on the adventure map.

Levitt might find the first two troublesome, but he desperately wanted to see the last one.

However, for a farmer, this kind of gathering task is not difficult. Even though he walks and stops, bends over and straightens up, he doesn't feel too tired.

After putting the fourth Blue Moon Grass into his pocket, Levitt stretched. As he got closer to the cave of the Rotten Knife and the others, he lost interest in collecting more, his mind preoccupied with the curse within his body.

"Shhh—"

Levitt's short sword was drawn with a "whoosh," and he picked up the pre-loaded broken crossbow with his right hand.

Something emerged from the bushes; it was humanoid, but not a goblin.

There were three men: one short and fat, one tall and thin, and the other wearing a hood so his face was obscured. Levitt was furious when he saw him.

The hooded man took a dagger from his waist. His right hand was covered in red scales that glittered in the sunlight. The other two did not reveal their menacing nature, but each took two steps back.

Seeing this, Levitt didn't bother with formalities and went straight to the point: "I don't remember having any grudges with you."

"You've seen Crescent Moon, haven't you?" The hooded man uttered a name that shocked Levitt.

Quarter moon?

How does this stupid dog know about the crescent moon?

"So that's why you picked a fight with me last night? But unfortunately, I don't know Crescent Moon. You've got the wrong person." To be on the safe side, Levitt didn't tell the truth.

The reason is that Crescent Moon is dead, and it is impossible to determine whether this person is friend or foe. If the truth is exposed, it will inevitably cause some trouble.

But does he know about the curse within him, given that he knows about the crescent moon?

"Liar, I can smell the crescent moon on you." The hooded man pointed the dagger at Levitt, took a step forward with his right foot, and charged forward rapidly.

By the time Levitt realized what was happening, he could already see the blinding sunlight reflecting off the tip of the dagger.

"Bang!" Levitt raised his crossbow and fired, but missed. He immediately swept his short sword across, using offense as defense.

After unlocking the basic swordsmanship, Levitt wielded the short sword with the skill of someone wielding a farm tool, like an apprentice with a solid foundation.

However, it was clear that the hooded man was stronger than him.

"Ding!"

In the close combat, Levitt's right hand, which was holding a short sword, was suddenly numb from the impact of the dagger.

He immediately sensed that this hooded man was no ordinary person; at the very least, he was more capable than himself.

"call--"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hooded man's backpack come flying at me.

Levitt instinctively raised his left arm, realizing the blow hadn't caused any real damage. Just as he was about to sheathe his sword and prepare to attack again, he suddenly saw a huge tail hurtling towards him—

What? A tail?

"Bang!"

A tightness in my chest, followed by a feeling of weightlessness as my feet left the ground.

Levitt landed, rolled around on the grass, his chest aching so badly he could hardly breathe, and the next second his neck felt icy cold.

"Answer my question." The hooded man crouched down, holding a dagger in his right hand and clamping Levitt's other hand with his left.

"Crescent moon, is that it?" Under the hooded man's threat, Levitt released his short sword, his left palm facing upward.

"You know Crescent Moon, and you've been spending a lot of time together lately," the hooded man said, sniffing the air.

Is it really a dog?

Upon closer inspection, the hooded man's exposed hands and the tip of his lizard-like tail are covered in red scales.

Like a dragon.

"I've been in the same adventure group as Crescent Moon recently, but we got separated yesterday," Levitt replied.

"You smell of blood. Whose?" the hooded man continued to ask.

Levitt: "We were attacked by goblins, and some people died."

"Where's Crescent Moon? Is she alright?!" The hooded man suddenly became agitated upon hearing that someone had died.

"I don't know, we got separated." Levitt frowned slightly, his skin stinging from the hooded man's scales. "I also have a question for you, you—"

"You're lying! You clearly have the crescent moon mark on you, how could you abandon her?" The hooded man's attitude grew more agitated, and he slashed Levitt's neck with his dagger.

"Power, transform, freeze!"

Without time to think, the incantation was uttered, and a beam of ice crystals shot out from Levitt's palm, blasting directly towards the hooded man's face.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The hooded man's face was covered in ice crystals as he leaned back, but he didn't forget to slash wildly forward with his dagger.

Levitt immediately stood up, and just as he was about to slash forward with his short sword, the hooded man's tail, covered in red scales, swept over.

In his attempt to dodge, the short sword missed its mark, only managing to cut the hooded man's backpack.

"Aaaaah! How dare you trick me with candy!" The hooded man roared, clutching his face in excruciating pain.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Before Levitt could make any further moves, arrows came flying from the hooded man's companion.

Levitt suppressed the urge to vomit blood and plunged into the nearby bushes.

"Damn! It's a mage! Run!" Someone exclaimed, followed by the sound of people running away.

Levitt wanted to go out and observe the battle, but the backlash from using the magic trick caused him to bleed from his mouth and nose, and he felt dizzy.

The resentful and hostile female voice still echoed in his mind. Levitt took a big gulp of the diluted medicine, and after he calmed down, he peeked out from the bushes.

The hooded man and his companion disappeared, leaving behind only the backpack whose bag he had cut open.

Levitt walked out and stared at his backpack, but his attention wasn't on it.

[Understanding...]

【The Curse of the Crescent Moon (Incomprehensible due to insufficient knowledge, from the elven Crescent Moon, your life force is burning rapidly)】

[Insight +1]

"It really was that damn logo that caused this trouble." Levitt cursed, reaching for the hooded man's discarded backpack. "It's true, an adventurer's first pot of gold doesn't come from quest commissions."