Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The instinct of magical beasts to bully the weak and fear the strong made it reach a decision immediately.

It prioritized the prey on the battlefield that looked the weakest and easiest to kill as its first target.

The mutated troll opened its blood-soaked maw and let out an ear-splitting roar.

Its thick lower limbs suddenly exerted force, heavy footsteps stomping across the shallows and kicking up towering sprays of water. Its enormous body charged wildly toward White Rock like an out-of-control heavy war chariot.

“Trying to get through here?”

Lance sneered, his eyes instantly sharpening.

“Did you ask me first?”

The moment the words fell—

The muscles in Lance’s legs bulged violently, and his entire body instantly transformed into a swift black shadow.