Chapter 1 Stepping into the outside world (2/2)

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The first problem waiting to be solved was how to fill his stomach.

He could be regarded as a professional hunter. No, it would not even be an exaggeration to say that he was the most outstanding hunter in the vicinity within a few hundred miles.

At the age of 13, he climbed up the mountains in search of firewood and used his broken axe to hack a bloodthirsty feral hungry wolf to death – this wolf was a low level magic beast inside primal wildfire. When under attack it had the innate skill to transform its fur as hard as a tortoiseshell, its teeth were strong enough to break a hunter’s spear and with its agile movement, it was a formidable foe.

However, at that time, Shaar Thunder only used one strike to cut off the wolf’s head.

A gentle strike actually.

In matter of fact, the 13-year-old Shaar Thunder was scared shitless and wet his pants. When the wolf rushed towards him, Shaar almost lost his consciousness. Luckily, his instinct which was sharpened by practicing his combat posture a thousand times moved his hand on its own and chopped off the wolf’s head.

Then suddenly…..He felt the warm fresh blood splashed onto his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a wolf head still baring its teeth on the ground. A clean cut could be seen on its neck and the rest of the wolf’s body behind him.

It took him some time until he got back his composure then the excitement overwhelmed him.

Actually ……I am really powerful?!

Afterwards he carried the wolf corpse in high spirits back and could not wait for the old man to praise him for his exploit. The old man however was not happy at all and he told him two reasons. The first one was: “If you practice this long and cannot even kill a small fart wolf, then you should hide your head in a tofu block.”

TL: The original sentence was “Buy a tofu block and kill yourself with it” which basically means hide your head in the sand… but I like tofu more!

But the second reason was the real cause that made the old man angry:

“You idiot, don’t you know that if you cut off the wolf’s head, the fur will be worthless!! This wolf skin can normally trade for two silver coins, enough to buy us 3 months worth of liquor! Now you can at most sell it for 1/10 of its price!!”

What the old man said was right.

That time, Shaar Thunder brought the wolf to town. Once when he arrived, many people were very interested and asked about the price, but as soon as they saw the damaged skin nobody inquired again.

As result, Shaar Thunder used the wolf skin that could not be sold and made himself a fur coat. As for the wolf meat, he and the old man ate it for several days.

Uh……Stop thinking about that wolf meat.

Although the meat of that bloodthirsty feral hungry wolf was hard to eat and had a weird kind of sour taste, but right now he had not eaten anything for a whole day and night. Shaar Thunder’s whole body was frozen stiff and it was a torture to resist this kind of temptation.

However, Shaar Thunder decided not to climb the mountains and go hunting.

He did not want to become a hunter.

He wanted to explore the world.Young people always had many fantasies.

At the very least ……In his opinion looking for labour in the town was much better compared to living in the mountain. Much better than wasting his life like that useless old man.

When he arrived at the town and started looking for a job, even selling carts or some odd jobs would do for him. Perhaps with his kind of strength, a mercenary group would recruit him and he could become a low level warrior or something.

Despite his growling belly and his freezing hands and feet, Shaar Thunder’s thoughts were full of pride and enthusiasm.

With no axe or other weapons he could use, Shaar Thunder took the charred black pitchfork from the house and fixed it to his belt. He put on his hole-ridden wolf skin robe and his worn out straw sandal, then walked down the mountain with his heart full of hope.

This was Shaar Thunder’s first step towards the outside world!

A minstrel singing about legends and fairytales would have said “the wheel of fate started to turn” right now.

However our hero who was walking down the mountain right now did not even had the luxury of a “wheel”, his shoes were worn out and in the meantime he became dizzy from hunger.