Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Cecilia, hiding in the grass, stared wide-eyed.

She had never imagined that killing monsters could be so simple—almost like chopping vegetables—yet carried such a steady rhythm.

“S-so… amazing.”

Lying prone in the grass, the girl murmured unconsciously.

The battle continued.

As time passed, this kind of high-intensity repetitive combat placed terrifying strain on stamina.

Yet Lance was like a tireless perpetual machine—his precision did not drop in the slightest.

Until the final Stone-Shell River Crab twitched and died beneath his blade, the riverbank finally returned to silence.

Aside from the scattered shells and severed limbs on the ground, the number of monsters slain by Lance had reached twenty-three.