[Five Years Later]Inside a dense forest, anticipation fills the air as a tall elf, his silver hair cascading behind him, stands amidst towering trees. His piercing gaze reflects unwavering determination, matched only by his unparalleled skill with the sword. Each swing of his katana cuts through the air with swift precision.The masterfully crafted katana glimmers in the dappled sunlight that filters through the thick foliage. Its polished steel gleams, its keen edge a testament to its lethal potential. As he moves, the harmonious symphony of steel resonates, blending with the rustling leaves in perfect rhythm.With each swing, the elf's movements grow more intense, pushing the boundaries of what seems humanly possible. His agility and speed defy imagination. The surrounding trees tremble, their leaves quivering in awe of the force that emanates from him.In a sudden burst of motion, he leaps into the air, his katana held high above his head. The ground beneath him quakes as he desce

"Wild bronze rank 2 rabbits? Okay, I'll c-cook it. I'll serve it with the broth I made," Marilyn agrees, though her bashful demeanor remains evident. Taking the Rabbits from my hand, she sets to work, carefully arranging twigs and branches to build a fire. Her fingers work with finesse, and soon, the fire begins to crackle and dance.With the fire ablaze, Marilyn handles the wild Rabbits with great care. She deftly prepares them for cooking, seasoning them with a selection of herbs and spices we found during our journey. Watching her focused movements, I am captivated by her culinary prowess.As she places the Rabbits on a makeshift grill over the fire, the tantalizing aroma of seasoned meat fills the air. It's a delightful blend of herbs and smoky goodness.As the Rabbits cook, Marilyn occasionally glances my way, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire and perhaps from something more than just the flames. I find myself unable to meet her gaze, my own face reddening with embarr

Seeing the monster, my eyes widen in shock. Before me stands a Goblin, but not just any Goblin—a Goblin Master Rank 1. We share the same level, a revelation that sends a jolt of surprise through me."Goblin Master Rank 1? Same level as me, eh?" I mutter, unable to believe my eyes. In the next moment, I grab the hilt of my sword and draw it, preparing for what comes next."Kekekek~ Kekekek~ Foodoo~ Foodoo~" The Goblin begins uttering gibberish as it approaches me, a disturbing chant that sends shivers down my spine.Enveloping my entire body with aura, I charge forward, slashing my sword at the Goblin. However, the creature reacts with surprising agility, ducking to the side and evading my attack.It retaliates by clumsily swinging its rusted sword at me, and I swiftly parry its attack. The strength behind its blows nearly matches my own, and our speed is almost identical, a testament to the Goblin's surprising prowess.But despite its skills, a monster will always be a monster. "Fireb