I didn't intend to destroy the world.

Name: Li Weite

【属性】：力量：10、敏捷：10、体质：10、智力：8、感知：10、魅力：10

[Skills]: None

[Trait]: Imperial, Goblin

Gain new traits:

[An Unknown Curse (Incomprehensible due to insufficient knowledge, but you are about to die)]

Standing on the street, Levitt suddenly remembered to check his panel. After reading it, another trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Translate this for me: what is an unknown curse? What is this fucking ignorance? But I'm dying?

What exactly is this curse?

Is the rotten knife lying? Does it think I'm still useful to it, and that I have to go back to it to break the curse?

Was it Crescent Moon? Did she utter a disgusting death utterance before she died, and then use a curse to take revenge on me?

Is the rotten knife a beast, or is the crescent moon a symbol?

No, that's not right either; the fact that the crescent moon is the symbol is already established...

If it's a crescent moon, what would the missing gray squirrel and rose know?

"Levitt?" The bearded man named Bearskin patted Levitt on the shoulder. "Are you alright?"

I'm about to die, and you're still okay?

Levitt wiped his mouth, shook his head, looked at Bearskin and the three members of his Great Bear Adventure Team, and said gratefully again, "Thank you all for saving me. I have some money here."

On the way here, he didn't tell these people much truth, nor did he mention the rotten knife.

As he spoke, Levitt reached for his satchel, but Bearskin stopped him with his thick, heavy hand, laughing, "We didn't save you for money; it was just a favor."

Bearskin called himself a holy knight, and good deeds were his creed.

"Ordinary doctors probably can't handle the curse. You'd better find a local priest or druid." His teammate had already walked away when Bearskin whispered something to Levitt, then waved and left behind a massive silhouette.

Levitt opened his bag; nothing was missing, and the magic book was still safely inside.

He then turned his attention to the town of Zenda.

It looks chaotic at first glance.

The town of Zendar has some wide, dilapidated streets lined with many shops, but the most numerous of these are taverns that offer accommodation.

Almost every pub has a sign, not a signboard, but a rule:

No drawing swords, no using magic, and so on.

Although it was his first time in Zenta, Levitt could tell with the naked eye that there were almost no "locals" there.

Outside the tavern, dwarves were arm wrestling with orcs while perched on chairs; a gnome carrying a sword taller than himself nearly knocked over an elf drinking juice; a scantily clad harpy was singing loudly on the second floor of the tavern; and of course, there were humans, but Levitt only saw dark-skinned waitresses...

Li Weite was not a local either. He saw his own black-haired, black-eyed appearance as a stranger in front of a glass window, but his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked like he didn't have much time left.

I must survive!

He approached the dwarves and orcs who were arm wrestling and inquired about the druids.

The dwarf glanced at Levitt, then was immediately knocked down by the orc. Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "You should go find a coffin shop! Your face is paler than a dead man's!"

......

After encountering "new things" such as dwarves, gnomes, harpies, and black people and gaining points, Levitt arrived at a clinic where, according to the angry dwarf, the doctor was a highly skilled druid.

He held a handkerchief given to him by the succubus to stop the nosebleed. Seeing a crack in the clinic door, he knocked, but no one answered from inside the shabby clinic.

"Is nobody here? Doctor? Druid?" Levitt went inside and looked around, but still no one was there.

"Did they go out?" Levitt, who decided to wait a while, sat down on a chair in the clinic.

Not wanting to flaunt his wealth, Levitt, finally alone, opened his satchel to check and found he had a little over five gold coins.

This is a considerable sum of money from a farmer's perspective, but from an adventurer's point of view...

When Levitt thought of druids, images of plants and animals involuntarily came to mind.

"Meow—"

While he was pondering, he suddenly heard a sheep bleating in the backyard of the clinic. Levitt followed the sound to the backyard, where there was a dilapidated sheep pen with two sheep inside, engaged in the important task of breeding.

To be honest, this was the first time in two lifetimes that Levitt had ever seen anything like what happened between sheep, though they weren't any different from other livestock.

Sheep: Sheep are gentle, herbivorous mammals.

[Insight +1]

After glancing at the sheep pen twice without showing any interest, Levitt leaned against the wooden fence and continued to ponder.

After some time, a voice came from behind: "Here to see a doctor?"

"Doctor, you—" Li Weite was overjoyed, but when he turned around, he found that no one was talking to him behind him.

It's a sheep!

"Are you the top one or the bottom one?" Levitt was surprised to realize that the person in front of him was probably a druid.

"Is there a difference?" The druid's voice was androgynous, but what he said made sense.

Levitt agreed with its idea.

Highly skilled in medicine?

The first thing you see is something that defies the heavens.

"Do you have money?" The doctor's question about money made the already strange sheep's eyeballs appear even more sinister.

The druid sized up Levitt's shabby appearance, seemingly assessing his worth.

Levitt patted his handbag, and the sound of coins clinking inside could be heard.

Seeing this, the druid used his ram's horn to pry open the wooden door of the sheepfold, and told Levitt to close it before leaving.

Upon entering the clinic, the druid asked Levitt to describe the symptoms and the source of the curse.

Levitt simply explained that the curse could originate from two sources: either goblins or an elven sorceress.

"Hmm, make a cut." The druid, not wanting to delve too deeply, handed Levitt a dagger and had him cut his finger.

After Levitt did as instructed, the druid licked the blood with his tongue, then turned around, found a book, and used his tongue to turn the pages.

More than half an hour later, the druid said regretfully to Levitt, "Neither my experience nor the records mention this curse. I only know that it is taking shape within you and is constantly devouring your source power."

"The power of origin?" The druid's words made Levitt's heart skip a beat.

"Simply put, it's...life force, or magic." The druid closed the book, walked over, and saw Levitt's sorrowful face reflected in the sheep's eyes. "The farmer is tainted by a vicious curse, like a story a mother tells her child at night."

Levitt remained silent, understanding from the druid's words that such a curse was extremely rare.

A weak elven mage? A slightly smarter goblin?

None of them seem to be associated with this kind of curse.

"Am I about to die?" Levitt asked the druid with a grave expression.

"Strictly speaking, that's true, but you can extend your lifespan by replenishing your primal energy." The druid paused. "Unless you're a mage, you can only replenish it by drinking life potions."

Now Levitt understood: this curse was constantly draining his life force.

Levitt asked, "What if it's a mage?"

"If you're a mage, the magic power you receive daily through weaving can replace your life force being consumed, regardless of whether the curse will worsen later." The druid looked into Levitt's eyes and said with considerable regret, "There's no need to waste money. Just go home and eat whatever you want."

"Do I really have to die?" Levitt frowned.

"The price of the life potion is two gold and fifty silver." The druid's answer made Levitt's expression freeze.

However, he immediately remembered the spellbook in his backpack.

If I want to survive, why don't I just become a mage?