Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

“It’s a bit tricky.”

Lance stroked his chin as his mind raced, rapidly constructing a tactical model.

If he were to be focused down by nearly thirty monsters at once in this kind of open terrain, even with his current attributes, he would still die on the spot.

But if he made good use of those scattered boulders…

“As long as I keep moving.”

Lance silently calculated movement routes and attack ranges in his mind.

“By using these rocks as cover and maneuvering in a pillar-circling pattern, I can artificially split the battlefield.”

“By constantly pulling and repositioning, most of the river crabs will either be blocked by the rocks or get stuck crowding each other.”

“That way, the number of enemies I have to face head-on at any given time won’t exceed five.”