Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The outskirts of Graystone Town at night.

The desolate graveyard was completely shrouded in dense darkness.

Several crows perched upon withered tree branches, letting out harsh cries.

Cold fog slowly spread along the ground.

Crude gravestones faintly appeared and disappeared within the mist.

Lance wore a set of black clothing.

In his hands, he carried a heavy toolkit along with grave-robbing tools such as a shovel and pry bar.

Like a ghost, he silently moved along the edge of the surrounding wall.

Skillfully avoiding the gravekeeper patrolling with an oil lantern.

Lance quietly lurked within a dark corner.

Only after the yawning gravekeeper completely entered the small wooden hut glowing with yellow light to rest—

Did he slowly emerge carrying his tools.

He stopped before a grave overgrown with weeds.

Lance secretly felt fortunate.

Thankfully, the original owner’s family had been extremely poor back then and lacked the extra money required to bury Moloch in one of the high-grade cemeteries with strict security.

Otherwise, there was absolutely no way he would have been able to sneak in and excavate so easily tonight.

Lance took a deep breath and pulled out the shovel, beginning to clear away the soil covering the grave.

The dull sounds of dirt being overturned felt especially abrupt within the graveyard.

Fortunately, this location was remote enough, and he deliberately kept his movements restrained, so he caused no disturbance.

Thanks to that miraculous talent granting Infinite Stamina—

He did not need to stop and catch his breath at all.

More than an hour quickly passed.

Lance cleared away all the thick dirt above, revealing the cheap oak coffin beneath.

Switching to a metal pry bar, he viciously jammed it into the gap.

Accompanied by several scraping sounds, the rusted iron nails were forcibly pried loose.

Lance suddenly exerted force with both arms.

Directly flipping open the thick coffin lid in one motion.

Using the faint moonlight, Lance clearly saw the scene inside.

Then he silently laughed.

Resting neatly over the corpse’s eyes were still two Rest Copper Coins.

How arrogant.

That was the only evaluation Lance currently held toward the mastermind behind the scenes.

The other party was clearly absolutely confident in their own power.

The mastermind firmly believed no one could escape his manipulation of fate, no one could break that kind of cognitive distortion.

He believed that weak and cowardly boy would never discover that his life was a fabricated illusion meticulously manipulated by someone else.

It was precisely because of that lofty arrogance that the other party had left behind such a laughable flaw.

How could there possibly exist an ordinary flesh-and-blood corpse in this world—

That, after being buried underground in damp soil for an entire two years—

Still showed not even the slightest sign of decay on its body surface?

This was obviously an alchemical puppet created using high-level techniques.

I found you.

Moloch Lott.

Lance stared at the face that resembled his own by seventy percent and softly spoke the name.

If his deductions were correct, then this man who had played the role of a loving father within his memories was the true mastermind manipulating everything.

Even if he was not the final mastermind, he was absolutely someone directly connected to the truth.

Although Lance currently had no idea which corner of the continent this sinister man was hiding in—

Tonight’s coffin opening and corpse examination had at least confirmed one extremely important fact.

That was that the other party absolutely could not monitor him in real time.

If the other party truly had the ability to grasp all of his movements anytime and anywhere—

Then the moment Lance forcibly deviated from fate through resurrection, the man would already have intervened. There was no way he would have allowed Lance to survive until today and gradually approach the truth step by step.

Whether this nominal father intended to use him as some kind of sacrificial offering for a ritual, a vessel for certain power, or to complete some world-shocking Legacy—

Lance would never let him off lightly.

Since you enjoy hiding behind the scenes and playing with other people’s lives—

Then you should also be prepared to be bitten back by your prey.

The night finally passed.

As the first ray of morning sunlight spread across Graystone Town, today officially marked the important day of Violet Academy and the Adventurers’ Guild jointly clearing the mana radiation points.

When Lance arrived at the small plaza before White Oak Manor carrying a heavy camping pack on his back, the scene before him caused him to pause briefly.

The plaza was already bustling with noise.

Various well-equipped Adventurer Parties had gathered here in groups of three and five. At a rough glance, the number of people had already exceeded one hundred.

The sounds of weapons clashing mixed together with the rough laughter and conversation of mercenaries.

The last time Lance had seen such a large-scale gathering was during the joint extermination operation organized by the guild some time ago.

Sweeping his gaze across the bustling crowd, he quickly spotted a familiar figure.

He saw Cecilia.

At this moment, the Half-Elf girl was staying together with Yuna inside Valeria’s party.

Lance walked forward and proactively greeted the tall swordswoman.

“Thanks for taking care of my intern.”

Valeria cheerfully waved her hand and said it was nothing, then conveniently introduced Lance to the other members of her party.

Each of those members possessed sharp gazes, and from their stances alone, it was obvious they were all highly skilled veteran adventurers.

After exchanging several pleasantries—

Just as Lance was about to bring Cecilia away to verify and collect the mission point map belonging to their two-person party—

Valeria suddenly called out to stop him.

“Raven.”

“You should be about ready to advance classes soon, right?”

The swordswoman reminded him.

“The Underground Dungeon’s Summer Crown is about to begin.”

“It’s a grand annual celebration and extremely important for newly advanced Professionals. Don’t miss it.”

Valeria patted Lance on the shoulder. “With your formidable strength, I believe you’ll definitely obtain an outstanding title when the time comes.”

Eh? What did that mean? Several question marks instantly popped into Lance’s head.

Summer Crown? Title?

He had never heard these fresh terms before.

But at that moment, the leading instructor in the distance was already loudly calling Cecilia’s name.

Apparently, among all the interns, she was the only one who still had not gone to collect her mission map.

Lance could only temporarily suppress the questions filling his mind and hurried over with Cecilia to collect the parchment map marked with the radiation points.

Throughout the entire process of lining up to receive the map, Cecilia was almost completely silent, her hands nervously clutching the corners of her clothes while behaving extremely stiffly.

Naturally, this was because she was embarrassed to the extreme.

The evening before yesterday, after her senior carried her back to the manor, she returned to the room with Yuna later that night to change clothes—

Only to discover in despair that she had actually wet herself!

That realization caused her to completely collapse on the spot.

She had absolutely no idea whether it was because she genuinely needed to pee back then, or because while being carried on her senior’s back, her body had suddenly produced that uncontrollable trembling sensation…

At this moment, merely recalling that blush-inducing scene slightly—

Cecilia became so embarrassed that she wished she could directly carve out an entire Violet Academy into the manor’s stone floor using her toes.

It was far too shameful.