What kind of divination am I doing?

"Adventure Rank? There's no such thing, because the competition is too fierce. An adventurer who's alive today might not be tomorrow," Monica explained.

"The risk is that high? Are there still people willing to be adventurers?" Lu Qiao was taken aback.

Monica revealed a sense of helplessness: "Not everywhere is like Earth, with rules and peace."

"So Earth still has wars and mercenaries, Line Filler Baby!" Lu Qiao blurted out subconsciously.

"By the way, some skilled adventurers do give themselves nicknames, which then spread throughout the taverns. After they die, these nicknames become titles and are engraved on their epitaphs," Monica said thoughtfully.

"This sounds so familiar. There are no living legends in Night City," Lu Qiao blurted out.

"Yes, if one dies nobly enough, the tavern he frequents will name his favorite drink after him. If it's really good, it will be imitated by taverns in other lands. Lord Aini's favorite drink is a special blend named after his ancestor: Prophet Babawanga." Monica realized.

"My ancestor's name in the human world was Prophet," the black cat interjected, with a hint of inexplicable pride.

How could he let the black cat have his way? Lu Qiao pretended not to hear, turned his gaze from the adventurers a little distance away back to himself, and continued to enlighten these alien captains.

Lu Qiao stared at the army before him: "Wait a minute, shouldn't this kind of thing be handled by adventurers? Why send in an alien army?"

Monica explained with a hint of helplessness, "This is a Red Event, and we need to notify all the alien races. A Red Event is an event that leads to the extermination of a world. If this evil god's summoning is real, it's possible that more than one world will be destroyed, so it must be a Red Event."

The black cat purred, "Thank goodness you didn't foolishly call the adventurers over. If we couldn't solve it, the longer we wasted, the more dangerous it would be!"

Monica nodded her thanks: "I forgot to say it until now, thank you, sir. I will remember your kindness."

The black cat waved its paw and said, "Don't thank me yet. We don't know how serious the matter is yet. If it's minor, we can let it go, but if it's serious, I'll still report it truthfully!"

Monica kept her head down, knowing that she was still considered a sinner.

Lu Qiao continued his enlightened movements, then asked again in a low voice, "Red events are genocide-level, so what about ordinary events?"

"Besides the red events, there are also yellow and blue events. Yellow events are mostly related to relics and raids, while blue events are mostly related to investigations and escorts. There are also white events for newcomers, which are mostly errands and message delivery," Monica replied.

Lu Qiao's division of labor was fairly clear, and he raised the final question: "What will we gain if this event is completed?"

"Similar to Earth, there are three types of currency: gold, silver, and copper. Gold is the most suitable metal for enchanting, otherwise it wouldn't have been targeted by this evil god's ritual. Copper is suitable for embedding combat techniques, which can amplify the caster's power. Silver is neither particularly outstanding, but it can be incorporated into both physical and magical cultivation, making it a versatile material," Monica explained.

"Using copper for martial arts inheritance? Is copper hard enough? Wouldn't it be even stronger to forge a weapon from an alloy that isn't from Earth?" Lu Qiao asked.

Monica shook her head: "It's different. The strength of the bronze sword after being hammered by the dwarven craftsmen is already comparable to that of Earth's tungsten steel alloy, or even metallic chromium. If the appropriate fighting inscriptions are hammered on it, such a bronze sword can easily cut diamonds in the hands of a strong person."

"So what matters isn't the materials, but the craftsman's skill?" Lu Qiao knew that this was something Earth couldn't copy; it was the legacy of a master.

Monica nodded: "Yes, a bronze sword might even have multiple inlays of silver and gems, many of which are tools for adventurers to save their lives. Powerful armies would also equip their elite soldiers with these, but it's rare."

I won't comment on things I'm not familiar with.

The black cat snorted coldly, as if it had just thought of something: "Oh right, in order to prevent you from dying young, I have to give you something good."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qiao's eyes lit up immediately, and he subconsciously asked, "Finally, you've been given an ability! What is it?"

"We'll talk about it later," the black cat whimpered softly.

Monica immediately understood, walked to the front of the road and shouted to everyone, "Lord Aini has exhausted her magic and needs to rest. Those of you who haven't yet achieved enlightenment, please bear with it and let Lord Aini find an open space to rest."

The enlightenment was over, and Luqiao had helped more than sixty different races on this trip.

Helpless, the various alien races began to remain on guard and rest.

Monica then circled an area, which was behind the watchtower.

They deliberately had several giants use their bodies to shield a resting area.

The black cat jumped off the overpass and shouted, "It's too late to teach you magic and combat skills now, but I can still teach you movement techniques. What I'm going to teach you is: the backstep."

"Step back? I can do that myself," Lu Qiao said dismissively.

Lu Qiao immediately imagined himself holding a basketball, dribbling it twice in the air, then using the black cat as cover, he took a step back and did a fadeaway jump shot.

Lu Qiao made a cool fake shot, landing with both hands still in the shooting posture.

"Are you kidding me?! Squat down." The black cat was speechless.

"Hmm." Lu Qiao crouched down and lay on the ground, peering at the black cat.

The black cat extended its claws and aimed them at Lu Qiao's forehead again.

After a brief moment of distraction, a familiar set of movements entered Luqiao's mind.

This set of movements seemed to have been practiced millions of times in Lu Qiao's mind, as if he had been repeating this movement over and over again throughout his life.

In that instant, a century of arduous practice entered Lu Qiao's mind.

From thought to muscle memory, I have memorized this step-back movement.

The black cat's paw landed on the ground, and it meowed, "Come on, give it a try. Monica, you help me."

Lu Qiao knew he needed to let Monica try his step back. Lu Qiao straightened up, and something suddenly rushed into his body, making his steps a little unsteady.

At this moment, Monica obeyed the order and pulled out the whip from her lower back.

The whip was jet black, with a round blue gemstone inlaid on the handle. It was a nine-section whip, with copper and silver rings inlaid on each section, clearly a weapon that had been carefully crafted.

Monica raised her whip and lashed it at the bridge, the whistling sound growing louder as she charged straight toward the bridge.

Pa~!

The crisp sound of the whip cutting through the air demonstrated the power of Monica's strike.

Lu Qiao only sensed the danger, and the next second his body leaned backward.

His body immediately retreated, leaving a blurry afterimage, at an extremely fast speed, in the blink of an eye.

By the time Lu Qiao realized what was happening, he had already retreated three or four body lengths.

Is that a backstep? Awesome! At least this move by Lu Qiao has already surpassed the realm of human capability.

Monica's whip missed completely, startling Lu Qiao himself.

"What the hell? Are you really going to hit me?" Lu Qiao cursed angrily.

The black cat snorted: "Keep going! Try a few more times. I'm not going to go all out with you now, but if something really happens, you won't be able to escape."

Monica accepted the order and continued whipping the road and bridge.

Snap, snap, snap!

Many alien races peered out, wanting to know what had happened, but the giants meticulously blocked their way and reprimanded them, "What are you doing watching adults' affairs! Don't you have eyes?!"

The alien races who had just tried to peek immediately turned away, losing interest in the matter.

I know this is an adult's little quirk, and it's not only forbidden to look at it, but also must be kept secret and not shared with others.

In a small area behind the watchtower, Monica was constantly cracking her whip.

Lu Qiao dodged and weaved, feeling as if he could easily dodge with a simple movement.

This was the backstep that Black Cat had taught him, but Lu Qiao also understood that Black Cat was clearly deliberately trying to cause trouble, letting Monica keep attacking even though he had already mastered it.

But Lu Qiao pondered that he could not only retreat backward, but also retreat to the left and right. With that in mind, Lu Qiao gave it a try.

As Monica's next whip lashed out, Luqiao chose to move forward.

Lu Qiao tried to move forward, but after the whip struck, he realized he had to step back.

But then, instinctively, I turned my back to you and looked forward, only to realize that all I could do was retreat.

To maintain his balance, Lu Qiao raised his hands.

In order not to block the view, he touched his hair behind his back and successfully turned sideways and moved forward.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Lu Qiao made a memorable scene, perfectly dodging a head pat like in Avatar.

Anyone who has played AAA games knows that action games are categorized into four levels of abstraction: light, medium, heavy, and Indian.

It's okay. You only have one life, but being handsome lasts a lifetime.

Lu Qiao himself was completely bewildered after completing all of this.

But after figuring it out, a strange image appeared in Lu Qiao's mind: what if he could first do a handstand with his hands clasped together to activate the second stage of awakening, then put his hands behind him and retreat under the constant attacks of the opponent?

The game footage of Avatar being released played in Lu Qiao's mind.

Lu Qiao quickly abandoned this strange idea, hoping that this famous Indian masterpiece would soon leave his head; he didn't want to be the king of some dancing city.

Lu Qiao is now afraid of Monica's next attack, after all, they are now only one step apart.

Monica was so startled by the road bridge that she was momentarily stunned. It wasn't a training retreat, so why was it being used for offense?

The next second, Monica performed a backstep to create some distance.

Monica flipped backward, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, her entire beautiful back reflected in front of Lu Qiao, and then flipped over again to create some distance between them.

Although Monica only stepped back by one body length, the entire movement was incredibly graceful.

It was only then that Lu Qiao noticed that Monica's bartender uniform was actually a backless dress.

Lu Qiao was stunned by his appearance; he was so handsome that his own back-stepping and head-touching looked like a clown in comparison.

Monica raised her hand and pulled the whip back into her hand, then turned to the black cat and bowed slightly: "I've graduated. If Lu Qiao hadn't patted my head but attacked me, I would have been injured."

Huh? Huh! Huh?! Why are you even making up your own interpretations?

Luqiao has already shown off, so how can we expose him? That's not what we meant, and that's all we can say now.

But could Lu Qiao not know this? If he were given the chance, his head-touching step back would only be able to touch the head, not to make a move.

The black cat was satisfied. It ran two steps towards the road bridge and leaped onto the road bridge's shoulder: "You're innovative, that's pretty good. This trick is suitable for you too."

"Enemy attack!"

The shouts came from an unknown place, and everyone became alert.

The alien races went on high alert, fearing a surprise attack from the enemy at any moment.

"What's going on?" Lu Qiao asked instinctively.

Hearing this, the Cyclops turned around and lunged at Luqiao.

Lu Qiao instinctively stepped back to avoid it.

The Cyclops awkwardly said, "Sir, you can see clearly from my shoulder."

Lu Qiao then realized what was happening and let the Cyclops grab him.

The Cyclops lifted Lu Qiao onto his shoulder, and Lu Qiao naturally sat comfortably on the Cyclops' shoulder.

The giant's height of over four meters, nearly five meters, allowed Lu Qiao to see the situation in the distance.

That's the location of the castle; a troop of winged people is flying back.

Three or four winged people were jointly holding a blue-skinned human.

Behind them, the winged people carried a huge bag under their claws.

Monica climbed onto the other shoulder of the Cyclops and looked into the distance, explaining, "That's the demi-human from the tavern. Behind him is the kilogram of gold he was supposed to receive."

The winged people hovered in mid-air, shouting without landing, "We've captured a living person! Please give us your instructions, sir!"

It was clearly not an enemy attack, but rather the capture of a demi-human. However, the sudden appearance of the demi-human also excited the alien army.

Everyone looked toward Luqiao, waiting for further instructions.

Lu Qiao waved his hand naturally: "Put him down."

As soon as the winged people landed with the demi-human, almost instantly, various spears and swords were placed around the demi-human, pinning him to the ground in a kneeling position.

The winged human then tossed the bag down. As soon as it hit the ground, Lu Qiao pointed at it and said, "Give it to me!"

The Cyclops reached out and handed the bag to Lu Qiao. Lu Qiao grabbed the bag, which was surprisingly heavy, and tossed it to Monica, saying, "You hold this for now."

Monica knew the bag contained gold, so she opened it, checked to make sure it was the right item, and then hung it on her lower back.

The Cyclops crouched down, while Lu Qiao and Monica stood on higher ground, looking down at the remaining demi-humans.

This was the first time Luqiao had seen a race that was similar to humans, and to be honest, they weren't that different from humans.

Its skin is blue, its hair is red, and its eyes are golden, with star-like patterns in its pupils; the differences are quite significant.

The demi-human was dressed in linen clothing. He was now being captured and looked up at Luqiao with resentment.

Lu Qiao asked, "What are you going to do with the gold? Are you going to summon an evil god?"

"He doesn't understand," the black cat reminded him from the side.

Lu Qiao pointed at the demi-human: "Let me enlighten him."

The Cyclops stretched out his palm, let Luqiao step on it, and lifted Luqiao over to enlighten the demi-human.

But halfway up the road, the demi-human murmured, "I swear to serve Yuriel to the death."

The next second, the demi-human took out a dried red fruit from his pocket and stubbed it out in front of him.

Although many alien warriors had managed to hold off the demi-humans, they all assumed their comrades would intervene if the demi-humans rioted, so they paid no attention.

The red fruit burst open in front of the demi-human, and then red smoke appeared on the demi-human's face.

Most of the smoke settled directly on the demi-human's face, collar, and clothes.

A small portion of the smoke was inhaled into the demi-human's mouth and nasal cavity. Subsequently, the demi-human's eyes turned bloodshot, his power surged, and he broke free from his restraints, rushing towards the road and bridge.