Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The amount of information was far too overwhelming—Lance had no time to carefully read through the class description that already sounded unusual just from its name.

Because after their brief moment of fear, the group of Goblins seemed to muster their courage again, as if to mask their inner panic, roaring as they charged toward him once more.

They wanted to kill him again.

“Then come.”

Lance’s gaze sharpened.

The Goblins felt in terror that this human who had returned from death was now emanating an even more terrifying aura than before.

That oppressive presence was like the high-level predators they had once encountered deep within the forest.

This time, Lance took the initiative to charge.

He raised his shield and knocked aside a Goblin scout lunging toward him. The short sword in his hand flicked out like a venomous serpent’s tongue, precisely slicing across the glaring red weak point beneath its armpit.