Chapter Four: If You’ve Got the Nerve, Go Find My Older Cousin!

[The Chosen One]: (Title) (Legendary)
Physical Attack +35
Magic Attack +35
Strength +75
Intelligence +75
Stamina +75
Spirit +75
Critical Rate +15%
Accuracy +3%
All Attribute Enhancements +20
Final Damage +12%
3% chance to increase attribute values by 35 upon attack.
5% chance to increase critical rate by 5% when casting a skill.
Note: Buy ten sets, you’ll be the strongest in Arad, I’ll be the richest in Asia, we both win! — A certain big shot from Goose Corp.

Unexpectedly, the first person to offer him substantial help on the continent of Arad was neither the gentle Seria nor the stalwart Linus, but… Old Ma!

The overwhelming attributes of the Chosen One allowed him to instantly kill even lowly goblins with ease!

“Heh, it feels a bit ridiculous.”

Ye Lin clenched the samurai sword tightly and strode deeper into Loran Forest, where more goblins lurked.

One goblin only granted 3 experience points. To reach level 2, he needed to kill 34 goblins—a considerable number.

This was no game; dungeons couldn’t be entered endlessly at will, and the goblins’ numbers were not infinite.

In reality, his current state resembled a tech-assisted adventurer, with the system merely materializing his level and equipment stats.

Even without the system, the damage added by the sword would neither diminish nor increase.

Hiding behind a tree to conceal his figure, Ye Lin quietly leaned forward and then crouched, slowly approaching a goblin sleeping on a rock.

As long as he could inflict a fatal blow, the posture didn’t matter.

He gently placed the cold metal blade on the goblin’s nearly nonexistent neck. The icy chill made the goblin shudder, just about to open its eyes!

Swoosh~

The sword swiftly slashed—

Experience +3!

The goblin’s fatal weak points were its abdomen and neck, while its head was protected by a hard skull, making strikes there less effective.

If it were a greatsword, perhaps it could have shattered the skull completely.

Picking up the dropped loot—a strangely scented hand bone—Ye Lin smoothly reached level 2.

Upon encountering another goblin, a sudden idea struck his mind. After unequipping the Chosen One, he used a magical star projectile to injure a throwing goblin without killing it.

Nearby goblins were all following a minotaur soldier. If he could have this one lead him to the minotaur, it would be equivalent to locating the goblin gathering spot.

He intended to make a big move; the cash he spent gave him infinite confidence, and the Chosen One bestowed supreme courage!

Otherwise, at his current kill rate, reaching level 5 would likely take until the day after tomorrow.

Strength was the foundation of this world!

Intelligence? A crane driver doesn’t need intelligence!

Sure enough, the throwing goblin fled in a panic, abandoning its bamboo basket and stones, screaming as it ran deep into the forest.

Ye Lin followed closely, surprised to find that the places he passed were clearly marked on the system’s personal map.

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