"Thest lesson for a talented yer like you, Jake," Richard smiled, turning a blind eye to Jake''s pained expression. "Humans are really weird creatures. I once knew a man whose prestige as a hunter stretched far and wide across the world. He was strong, bold, and merciless. He''d fight any monster, even those looking like devils from the worst nightmares.


    Yet, he couldn''t lift a finger at his own kin—a human. The human hired by the monsters to kill him. Someone who would do anything for fame and money… he just couldn''t kill that person.


    "Why? The hired man had the same killing intent and simr motives as the monsters, right?" Richard asked.


    Jake didn''t answer him.


    He could see what the crux of thest lesson was.


    Fighting monsters was much different than shing with one''s kin—a human.


    Although Jake exchanged words with the intelligent eagle in a humannguage, it wasn''t simr in the slightest to battling one''s kind, with whom he had lived for eighteen years in a peaceful and modern world.


    The principles from the world in question shaped Jake''s mindset and personality.


    That said, because he was in the immersive virtual reality game, those principles and troubles mattered the most.


    He wasn''t clicking a mouse or keyboard or looking at Richard through the screen—Jake stood there in person, viewing the man''s feelings with his eyes and even feeling them with his heart.


    He breathed, experienced pain, and felt sadness and happiness all the same in the Legend Enigma Online.


    Just like climbing The Unconquerable Mountain was impossible for many yers because of its natural hurdles and hazards, the same rules applied to killing one''s kin.


    Empathy was instilled too deep in the hearts of yersing from Earth.


    The game system helped yers'' mentality as much as it could, but there were instances in which it couldn''t aid a yer at all.


    In a nutshell, the novel experience of getting into a fantasy world came with its consequences.


    Richard continued, "Behind me is the statue of one of the misfits—Bemende. Once you kill me, the statue will tailor the best ss for you based on your performance in your final battle and the seven-month-long experience on the tutorial ind."


    He was correct.


    In this cavernous space, Jake saw plenty of room for battle and the statue of a woman buried in the ground up to her chest. She was tilted to the side like someone had thrown her in. From the ceiling, an unnatural white light draped her picturesque face.


    It was the source of light here, and Jake could see Richard well due to that.


    "I hinted to you that most yers get sses from other statues on the maind, didn''t I? Those statues belong to The Human Traitors. Do what you want with that information," Richard passed another piece of advice from the bottom of his heart before getting into his battle form.


    He took out a bow and arrow from nowhere in less than a second. He drew the bowstring taut even faster, releasing the arrow at Jake.


    Before Jake could react, four arrows struck him. It had appeared as though Richard only had one arrow up his sleeve, but he let go of a total of five of them, to which Jake reacted as fast as he could, dodging thest one.


    Richard smiled and said much merrily, "The inventory feature of the game system does not only belong to yers."


    After that, he stuffed the bow in his inventory and pulled out a wooden staff. It was carved from the dark wood, long and curved at the end, seemingly like a weapon of an old mage.


    A sphere of fire twirled below the curved end as Richard channeled his mana.


    "I teach the newbies one to threemon magic skills. This is one of them—fireball," he exined before shooting the magic at Jake. It was much faster than the previous arrows, and Richard didn''t even have to point his staff for the fireball to hurl at his opponent.


    Jake avoided that and let the magic go past him.


    s, the fireball mischievously made a U-turn and mmed into Jake''s back. His perception failed him in this case solely because he didn''t have much contact with fire magic and because his eyes were on Richard.


    Jake patted his back to save his armor''s durability points.


    Meanwhile, Richard switched his weapons. He wielded a dark wooden sword now.


    "Swords and Magic seem to be most yers'' fantasies," he said before rushing at Jake. He wasn''t faster than Jake in his ck monkey set, but his speed only allowed Jake to release three arrows at him from the Soldier Form.


    Richard, however, didn''t stop his assault.


    By cutting arrows into half with the edge of his sword, he showed Jake the impable precision of a swordsman.


    Once in his reach, Richard had no hesitation in swinging down his sword at Jake''s shoulder. He seamlessly cut through Jake''s light armor, drawing a deep gash from which blood leaked out in abundance.


    He kicked him away, "One of the mistakes new yers wielding a sword make is that they only focus on swordsmanship. A real swordsman uses all he has—his sword, arms, legs, even head!"


    Laying on his side, Jake suddenly felt warm, green energy wrapping around him like a ribbon. He checked his status and noticed that a healing skill had touched him.


    He lifted his eyes and saw Richard standing with a different wooden staff. It was made of light wood, much shorter like a club, and decorated with a white gem at its tip.


    Richard just cast a healing skill on him, yet his expression was not amiable. Instead, he wore a condescending mask, and his expression seemed as though he was looking at a rat.


    "You have yet to wound me," Richard said coldly, "Stand up and fight me, Jake."


    That cold tone was so unfamiliar, yet so natural.