Dan Feng looked around, carefully observing every person nearby, trying to find someone whose fighting spirit could rival the Water God he had just seen.
After all, the term "Human God" clearly belonged to a god of humans, so his fighting spirit must surely be extremely dense.
However, after sensing for a while, he didn't discover anyone like that.
Since he didn't know where this so-called Human God actually was, the worry in Dan Feng's heart gradually dissipated.
"Since the system has already intervened to block it, perhaps nothing will happen?" Dan Feng thought to himself. Nevertheless, he silently committed the words "Human God" to memory.
Then, Dan Feng and Roxy Migurdia began strolling around, enjoying the free and exquisite food.
It had to be said that compared to food from the outside world, the dishes in the palace were noticeably superior in both texture and flavor.
Food outside was usually large in portion and filling, while the palace food was small in quantity but refined—each dish like a work of art.
Dan Feng and Roxy Migurdia wandered through the area, selecting delicious-looking foods from all around.
Just as they were immersed in the world of gourmet delights, they suddenly heard someone shout loudly, "The duke has arrived!"
This shout instantly drew the attention of most of the adventurers.
They all turned their gazes toward the palace gates in unison, where luxurious carriages were slowly entering one after another.
"It's the Notos family's carriage!" someone exclaimed excitedly.
The Notos family was one branch of the Greyrat family; the other three branches were Boreas, Euros, and Zephyros.
In other words, the dukedom of the Asura Kingdom was inherited through the Greyrat family.
These carriages did not stop in the outer area but proceeded straight toward the interior of the palace.
Dan Feng and Roxy Migurdia watched the nobles depart.
After they had eaten their fill, there wasn't much else to do. Now they could only wait for Bloody Kant to come out so they could leave together.
Time passed—who knew how long—when a young boy came running out from inside the palace.
He had brown hair, green eyes, and a distinct handprint on his face.
"Hypocritical jerk..." The boy didn't feel upset because of the slap. Instead, he walked straight to an open area in the outer grounds.
He looked at this group of adventurers who were all A-rank or higher, his green eyes sparkling with light.
He disliked the restraints of noble etiquette; he yearned for freedom.
Yet his father, Amarant Notos Greyrat, was someone who placed great emphasis on noble traditions and manners. Because of his casual demeanor in public today, his father had slapped him in front of everyone—that was why he had run out.
He didn't care what the king thought. He didn't want to become the head of the Notos family, but his father insisted on forcing him to learn how to be a proper family head.
He was only ten years old—an age that should have been carefree—but reality was far from that.
Every day, he was forced to study so-called noble etiquette. Those complicated rules made him feel utterly bored and annoyed.
In contrast, he was quite interested in learning the Sword God Style, because swordsmanship gave him a sense of freedom and power.
Toward those useless noble manners, he felt only contempt—he even thought that not even a dog would bother to learn them.
He secretly resolved that once he cultivated the Sword God Style to Advanced rank, he would sneak away from his family and set out alone on the path to becoming an adventurer.
To better understand the life of adventurers, he decided to first approach some adventurers and ask them what one needed to pay attention to after becoming one.
So he came to a place where many adventurers had gathered and quietly listened to their conversations.
"Have you heard? An S-rank labyrinth was discovered near the Ranoa Kingdom!" one adventurer said excitedly.
"What? An S-rank labyrinth? Even S-rank adventurers wouldn't have any guarantee of surviving that—you really dare to go?" another adventurer looked at the speaker like he was an idiot.
"Yeah, I heard some death squads went in before, but none of them came back."
"You really have guts to even think about a place like that?"
"If you don't try, how will you know? Maybe there's a massive treasure hidden inside!"
The boy listened to their heated discussion about the labyrinth, and a longing for such dangerous places surged in his heart.
He thirsted to explore those perilous locations—only then could he become the strongest adventurer in the world.
He didn't want to be like the other members of his family, trapped in one kingdom for life, going to great lengths just to become an ordinary duke.
He would use his talent in swordsmanship to pursue true freedom and glory. That was the dream of Paul Notos Greyrat!
However, Paul felt somewhat out of place among this group. No matter how hard he tried to join their conversation, he could never manage to insert even a single word.
So he sighed helplessly and decided to give up on talking to this group, quickly moving toward another cluster of people.
But when Paul approached the next group full of anticipation and asked his question, he encountered unprecedented cold indifference.
It seemed no one was willing to pay attention to this little boy. They completely ignored his existence, treating him like thin air.
Even so, Paul was not discouraged by this. He didn't put on any noble airs, nor did he easily give up on asking about the precautions adventurers needed to take.
After wandering around for a while, Paul finally arrived beside Dan Feng.
His gaze quickly swept over Roxy Migurdia standing nearby—since in his eyes, she looked about the same age as him and probably wasn't an adventurer.
In comparison, the silent young man in front of him seemed much more like an experienced and powerful adventurer.
"Hello, adventurer," Paul said without hesitation. "I want to become an adventurer in the future, so I'd like to ask—what should one pay attention to during adventures?" His question was concise and clear, without any unnecessary embellishment.
Speaking this way was very polite; almost anyone without an arrogant personality would answer.
Dan Feng was somewhat surprised by Paul's sudden question. He couldn't help frowning, showing a puzzled expression.
Still, despite his confusion, Dan Feng decided to give his opinion.
"Caution," Dan Feng replied expressionlessly, his voice calm.
Several tens of seconds passed before Paul cautiously asked, "Th...that's it?"
Dan Feng nodded. That was his advice—when taking on requests, caution was undoubtedly the best approach.
Paul nodded as if he half-understood. Although Dan Feng had only said one word from beginning to end, he felt that caution was indeed extremely important for an adventurer.