Chapter 62
Author: Ye Above Story
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Felix ventured into the woods with a determined goal—to level up and kickstart his new life as an adventurer. At just sixteen, he was considered a late bloomer among his kind, a demon hybrid with a taller stature and a more curvaceous figure than typical demons. His orange hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he wore practical armor while carrying a dagger, taking his first steps into the world beyond the orphanage where he grew up.

Orphaned and raised by the Mages of Justus, Felix had worked hard for two years at an inn to save up for his ascension class. When the opportunity finally came, he chose the path of a scout, a class known for agility and keen detection skills. However, lacking nearby dungeons or easy monster hunts, he found it challenging to gain experience as a tier 1 scout. Frustrated with mundane tasks, he resolved to venture into the forest alone, despite the risks.

Determined and stubborn, Felix avoided seeking help from other adventurers, particularly wary of male a
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