Chapter 202: Beating the Clothes Off Them

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Beating the Clothes Off Them

Lance carefully mulled over the two descriptions.

The combat effects of these two entries were simply too powerful.

Especially the second one.

The ability to ignore Magic Shields was an absolute nightmare for every squishy Mage.

And the Molten Armor effect, which permanently reduced defense, was enough to strike fear into any enemy’s heart.

In this world, every piece of Enchanted Armor was priceless.

With this Molten Armor attribute, he would be a walking master of armor destruction on the battlefield.

As long as a battle of attrition lasted long enough, even an opponent wearing the highest-grade heavy Plate Armor would be hammered into a pile of scrap iron.

Even if they were wearing a dozen layers of armor, he could beat them until they were stark naked.

Lance calmed the churning excitement in his heart.

In this world, the Source Material that each person condensed after igniting their Ethereal Melting Furnace was unique.

All sorts of strange and wondrous effects emerged one after another.

He recalled the details of his earlier battle with the Ghoul Leader, Buck.

At the time, he had noticed that when Buck activated his Source Material, he not only gained a single chance to forcibly break free from a lock-on, but he could also strengthen himself based on the extent of his enemy’s injuries.

After this review of his own new Profession, Lance felt he might have slightly underestimated the true combat strength of veteran Professionals.

He had previously managed to kill Buck as an uninitiated mortal.

This was partly thanks to the two Rare Skills he had mastered, plus the brute force of his Red Dragon Incarnation’s Attribute suppression.

But thinking back on it now, there had also been a large element of luck involved.

Before Buck came seeking revenge, he had already been seriously injured.

He had basically taken advantage of a weakened opponent.

As for the two so-called Professional Level monsters he encountered later...

That Big Goblin was a complete disgrace to Professional Level monsters, with no technical skill to speak of.

And the Giant was essentially just a mutated juvenile, perhaps not even qualifying as a proper Professional Demon.

But from now on, now that he had officially stepped through the gates of becoming a Professional, the stage he would face in the future would be much broader.

The opponents he would encounter would all be experienced Professional Adventurers who constantly walked the line between life and death.

They all had their own unique Source Materials, Talents, Professions, Skills, and Specialties.

This would make every future battle against others a greater test of his on-the-spot reactions.

Even though he had successfully obtained a Heroic Profession today, it was impossible for him, in this nascent rookie stage, to mindlessly steamroll Rare Professions or even Ordinary Professions of a higher Level than himself.

Because the fundamental rules of this world were clear.

The essential difference between Professions was more reflected in their long-term growth curves.

For example, the higher the Level of a Profession Specialty, the more powerful its derivative Effects would become.

The dominance of a Heroic Profession would only truly show its overwhelming advantage in the mid to late stages.

In the early Professional Level stages, the gap in everyone’s Attributes wasn’t yet insurmountably large.

’But that just makes it more interesting, doesn’t it?’

As a hardcore gamer in his past life, Lance loved this kind of hardcore challenge down to his bones.

Moreover, Lance also discovered that this world seemed to constantly guide everyone to become more distinct. It was as if on any given path, even within the same Profession, each person who persisted would develop a unique and peculiar style due to their own special traits.

It was as if the entire world was telling you: ’You are one of a kind. You have infinite possibilities.’

’If I treat this real Otherworld as an immersive game, maybe it’s the game of infinite possibilities I hoped would exist in my past life.’

Lance was deeply looking forward to it.

With that, Lance’s first Profession System had taken shape. He was a monster of a hex-stat character, excellent in both offense and defense. Offensively, he had the effects of Healing Ban, Molten Armor, and Demon-Breaking. Defensively, he had damage reduction and protection against sneak attacks.

His trump cards were resurrection, Combat Continuation, and the ability to turn the tables in a desperate situation.

After taking stock of these hard strengths, a small question arose in Lance’s mind. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

’How exactly does the charisma bonus mentioned in the Dragon Phase entry manifest in reality?’

’Did it fine-tune the contours of my facial features? Or did it change the texture of my skin?’

To answer this question, he felt he had to find a clear mirror and see for himself.

There had been a brass mirror in the attic.

But just now, when he returned to his physical body from the Star Realm, the mirror had been hit by the impact and its surface had long since become blurry. It was completely useless as a proper dressing mirror.

The only intact mirror left in this old house was in Ella’s room.

Lance decided to go knock on her door now.

’That Wolf Lady has been moping in her room for days because of what happened. This reasonable excuse of needing a mirror is the perfect opportunity to drag her out for some fresh air.’

...

In the guest room at the end of the second-floor hallway.

A deeply relaxing, languid atmosphere permeated the air.

If Rein were to push open the door now, the sight before him would absolutely be enough to trigger a heart attack from sheer anger.

Because the Wolf Girl he thought was suffering from a huge psychological blow, hiding in her room and crying herself into seclusion every day, was currently living like a goddess.

In truth, by the end of the very first day after getting flicked on the head, the frustration in Ella’s heart had completely dissipated.

As a member of the Werewolf Species, she was far more thick-skinned than humans might imagine.

Backing down when you can’t win was a survival instinct etched into her canine genes.

Her aunt had beaten that lesson into her since she was a pup.

However, she quickly discovered that as long as she put on a dejected act, the crippled old veteran wouldn’t force her to learn those tadpole-like common tongue alphabets.

In fact, because her acting was so realistic, Rein hadn’t restricted her activities at all these past few days. Instead, he even prepared sumptuous meals and hearty soups for her every day.

It was a blessing in disguise.

At this moment, Ella was lying on the large, soft bed.

She was wearing only a thin, white tank top, her two long, firm thighs audaciously clamping her large tail between them.

Due to her uninhibited sleeping posture, the edge of her tank top had ridden up, revealing a sliver of her healthy, flat stomach.

She clung tightly to her fluffy, gray tail with both hands, using it as a giant body pillow and burying her face comfortably in the soft fur.

A glistening thread of drool slowly trickled from the corner of her slightly parted lips, almost about to drip onto the bedsheet.

The scene exuded a youthful allure, yet her unguarded, silly sleeping posture also made her seem adorably naive.

Just as she was in her dream, frantically gnawing on a whole roasted lamb...