It Has No Objections

Trees toppled and the earth trembled.

A nearly seven-meter-tall Snow White Magic Bear slowly emerged from the Dark Forest.

Each step it took landed like a heavy hammer striking the ground, emitting a dull, thudding sound.

It was famished.

A long hibernation had consumed almost all the fat in its body.

Compared to before it went to sleep, its weight had dropped by nearly forty percent.

Beneath its majestic, snow-white fur lay a lean and frail frame.

It craved food, and it had caught the scent of food wafting from the village ahead.

It had enjoyed a meal in this village earlier that morning.

But to it, that had been nothing more than a light appetizer after waking from hibernation.

After a nap, its stomach was empty once again.

Tonight, it was determined to eat its fill and completely satisfy the bottomless hunger in its belly.

In fact, back when it was still an ordinary Brown Bear, it had been hunted by humans.

Several tall humans on horseback had pursued it through the forest for a long time.

It had been lucky enough to escape the hunt, but the price was two permanent arrow scars on its back.

Ever since then, it had begun to fear humans.

Although the aroma of food drifting from human villages made it salivate uncontrollably, it had only dared to watch from afar within the forest, never daring to step a single foot outside.

That was until one silent night when even the stars had fallen asleep, and it suddenly gained infinite power.

From that moment on, every animal in the forest would scatter and flee upon seeing it.

It gradually grew accustomed to this power and even completed its revenge, killing the two humans who had once hunted it and incorporating them into its own body.

Now, it had stepped into the human village it once only dared to view from afar, and it had tasted the sweetest food of its life.

There was nothing left to fear.

It believed it had become the one and only king of this land.

Whether it was the forest or the human village, all had to grovel beneath its magnificent form.

The scent of food drifted to its nose on the gentle evening breeze, making its blood boil.

It dropped to all fours and began to sprint, foul-smelling saliva spraying along its path.

Soon, the village was right before its eyes.

It saw the westernmost farmhouse, saw the white smoke drifting from the chimney, smelled the enticing, musky scent of livestock, and caught the scent of two humans inside the house.

Heh, humans.

They had once stood high and mighty, foolishly attempting to end its life.

And now, it would unleash its boundless rage upon them!

"ROAR!"

The Snow White Magic Bear charged toward the farmhouse with a heaven-shaking roar, its right arm swinging to carve a white blur through the air.

The farmhouse's Thatched Roof took flight on cue, landing directly on the open Strip Field dozens of meters away.

A massive bear head appeared above the farmhouse, its dark blue eyes burning like netherfire, radiating a terrifying aura that made one's blood run cold, like the head of a giant peering over a city wall.

Its nose, as large as a washbasin, inhaled deeply, sucking away the surrounding air and emitting a noisy, bellows-like sound.

In its imagination, the two pathetic humans in the farmhouse should have been filled with terror, jumping and scurrying about like fleas.

But to its surprise, what awaited it was not a delicious meal, but two crossbow bolts flashing with cold light, and two pairs of equally cold eyes.

"You've arrived, little brother?"

Lynn's lips curled slightly as he pulled the trigger with force.

Beside him, Second Brother pulled his trigger at the same time, and the two Refined Steel Heavy Crossbow bolts shot out like thunder, heading straight for the Magic Bear's eyes.

It sensed the impending danger and tried to dodge.

But just as the thought crossed its mind, the two pure-iron crossbow bolts had already pierced into its eye sockets with the force of wind and thunder.

Never mind a giant bear; even Lynn, with his B-level strength, could not withstand two heavy crossbows with his bare body.

The limbs of these weapons were made entirely of pure steel, and anyone with less than D-level strength couldn't even pull the bowstring; they required a winch to cock, and they could easily pierce a knight in chainmail from a hundred meters away. They were the most terrifying killing machines on the battlefield.

"AWOO!" The Magic Bear felt a sharp, piercing pain in both eyes, its vision instantly turning pitch black, and it threw its head back to let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering wail.

Before the wail could fade, a series of sharp pains erupted in its soft belly.

It felt as if it had returned to that evening when it was hunted by humans.

It felt the fear of being dominated by humans once again.

It finally realized that it had always been that weak Brown Bear.

Nothing had ever changed.

It turned to flee, wanting to escape back to the quiet forest that brought it a sense of security.

But how could it possibly escape?

The Magic Bear's wail seemed to trigger a switch.

In an instant, the entire village came to life.

To its sense of smell, it felt countless humans rushing toward it with terrifying auras, the dense sound of footsteps like a death knell.

The hunger in its stomach was replaced by fear, and it turned to run, devoid of any kingly demeanor.

But just then, a surge of inexplicable, immense power erupted in its chest.

This power gave birth to endless courage.

It finally understood that if it chose to run, it would have no way out.

If it wanted to live, it had to fight back!

"ROAR!"

It whipped its head around, using all its strength to swing its arms in a ferocious downward strike.

The pair of heavy bear paws, like the hammer of a thunder god, completely demolished the entire farmhouse.

But it could feel that it hadn't hit those two damned humans.

Immediately, another sharp pain flared in its belly, and more blood gushed out along with its roar.

"Little brother, where are you aiming?"

Lynn had anticipated every move the Magic Bear would make.

After firing the crossbow bolts, he had thrust his spear twice, piercing through the farmhouse wall while also stabbing into the Magic Bear's relatively vulnerable belly, wounding its internal organs.

He then retreated quickly, dodging the bear's strongest counterattack.

When the Magic Bear exhausted its strength and was left vulnerable, he struck again decisively, ignoring the flying mud to strike the bear's belly with precision once more.

For a warrior of his caliber, even the most massive Magic Beast was nothing more than a toy.

And by the time Lynn had wounded the Magic Bear three times, Second Brother had barely managed to land his first spear thrust.

Because his strength wasn't enough, he had only managed to graze the bear's fur.

Second Brother stood on the bear's back, holding his spear, and tapped the two glaring arrow wounds, saying with disdain:

"Tsk, this Magic Bear's hide isn't perfect. There are two scars on its back; I'm afraid it'll sell for several Northern Gold Shields less."

In the post-battle tally, Second Brother ranked second in contribution.

That was only because he had been by Lynn's side and fired that blinding crossbow bolt.

With his level of strength, he would likely have to stab the same spot two or three times just to break the Magic Bear's defense.

As for the other Horse Bandits, they mostly just circled without attacking, all of them admiring their boss's spectacular performance.

Lao Liu stood beside the Magic Bear's carcass, looking left and touching right, muttering, "This beast must weigh three or four thousand kilograms. How are we supposed to haul it back?"

Lynn pulled the two Refined Steel Heavy Crossbow bolts from the Magic Bear's eye sockets and wiped the grime off them with a piece of Linen Cloth: "Leave it here for now. When we get back to town, have Torima and those Carpenters build a large cart to haul it."

For him, killing this Magic Bear wasn't troublesome, just tiring.

The seven-meter-tall body, combined with the amplification of a Magic Stone, meant the Magic Bear's health bar was incredibly thick.

Lynn had grappled with it all the way from the village to the edge of the forest before finally putting it down.

Moreover, during the fight, he had avoided attacking the bear's most valuable back fur, focusing instead on its belly, which had cost him more time and energy.

But it was all worth it.

The Magic Bear that had invaded the territory was dead, the serfs on the land could sleep soundly, the Horse Bandit underlings had gained a valuable piece of fur, and Lynn had extracted a palm-sized, translucent Magic Stone from the bear's chest.

Everyone had won; the only loser was this arrogant Magic Bear.

But it was dead, so it had no objections.