If there had been any doubt in Greg's mind that there was something up with his uncle, it was completely discarded in this moment. Throughout his little speech, Greg had kept his eyes fixed on the man, studying him very closely. He knew that this man had been with him on the ill-fated hunt that had ended the former Roka's life. As such, he had been hoping to gain some clue or obtain a hint at something that would guide him in what direction he should take his investigation. Unexpectedly, it wasn't what he saw, but what he didn't see that caught Greg's attention. Flowery as his words were, Greg could see no grief or remorse in the man's eyes. As his uncle had said, he did look wretched. Perhaps enough so to convince others that he was overwhelmed by grief over the loss of his brother. Nonetheless, when Greg looked past his outward demeanor and into the man's eyes, he couldn't see even a hint of sadness. One would be forgiven for thinking that he was talking about the death of a strange

Greg calmly walked through the forest, his eyes pointed up at the sky. He was now roughly ten kilometers away from the town. A distance that had taken him two hours of walking to cover. He was now in the territory of the three tusk boars. Having left the town at dawn, the sun was currently just cresting over the trees. It was now a little past eight in Greg's estimation. With no timekeeping devices, he could only roughly guess. Greg didn't even know if time was kept the same way in this world as it was in his old world. Is there an am and pm? Is the concept of hours, minutes, and seconds even a thing in this world? Wait, is a day even twenty-four hours in this world?These were the idle thoughts going through Greg's mind. Looking at him, one could be forgiven for thinking that he was on a nature stroll. There was no speed in his steps and no alertness in his posture. Forget looking for the three tusk boars, he didn't even seem to be checking his surroundings for any kind of dangers or

At the snap of Olivia's fingers, a whole list of items appeared before Greg. A light armor that looked like a vest that could be worn under one's clothes. On its own, it was strong enough to stop dead the full-force sword swing of a grown man. As was true with all armor, the impact force would still be transmitted into his body, the sword, however, wouldn't be getting through the armor. And if this wasn't good enough, when supplied with mana, the armor would deploy a mana shield around his whole body that could stop ten times the force it the armor could without mana. The shield would last as long as it was supplied with mana or until a more powerful force broke through it. The pants that Olivia had him buy from the system didn't look anything special. According to the system, however, the thing had two effects. The first was something called dainty steps. Apparently, it would help Greg move in a way that was most optimal for a given terrain. Be it, flat, hilly, sloping, uneven, or

Greg came to a stop half a kilometer away from the town. The potion of heightened sense that he'd taken just three hours before was about to lose its effect. Still, even while it faded, it was potent enough to let Greg know that there was no one within a hundred meters of him. As such, Greg didn't hesitate to take three items out of his storage ring. The first of the three items was the carcass of a three-tusk boar. Greg's initial plan had been to buy whatever meat his family might need from the shop. After getting the floating dagger set, however, hunting had become all too easy for Greg. All he needed to do, was to dip one of the blades in one of the powerful and fast-acting paralytics that Olivia had had him buy from the system. After that, all Greg had to do was get within a hundred meters of his prey. Whenever Greg picked a target and had the daggers fly toward them, the targets would be struck by the three knives even before he could blink. That was how fast they were. The thr

At the time, Greg hadn't given much thought to it. But at the party that his mother had thrown over his recovery, Greg had interacted with almost twenty different couples. That was roughly twenty different women that were affected by his 'AROUSING' title. The reason this was important was because there was a milestone mission that kept track of how many women Greg had aroused. The first target was usually one woman, followed by ten women. The target for this milestone mission right now, however, stood at one hundred women. Greg already had the innate 'AROUSING' title. On top of that, he now had two completed milestone missions whose reward was to make it easier for Greg to arouse members of the opposite sex. And from the ring Greg had on, Greg could get a very clear sense of the lust that was slowly building up in the women around him. The lust sense that Greg gained as a result of the 'DISCERNING' title was a mysterious feeling as far as Greg was concerned. It was as if a new sense