Allen Was Only Suited for Enemy Capture Fist

Allen finally understood why the Holy See lumped everyone who believed in other gods together as heretics.

Because there were simply too many gods on the Saint Cassis Continent. Besides the five gods such as Holy Father Gaia, there were the War God Kakarou, the God of Darkness, the God of Fire, the Otherworld God, the Dark Elf God, the God of Undead, and dozens more.

So if the church did not refer to them all as heretics, a group of Supreme God believers gathered together would sound like this:

A: What did the Papal Crusade Army go off to do?

B: They went to deal with the Plain Giants who worship the Titan God.

C: I heard they went to attack the wilderness barbarians who worship the War God Kakarou.

D: I think they went after the dwarves who worship the God of Creation.

E: No, it should have been the elves who worship the Elf Goddess.

F: Then they must have taken the opportunity to beat up the Druids who worship the Forest Goddess too.

G: I think the church's mortal enemy should be the believers of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

H: My ass. Their mortal enemy is the believers of the Abyss God.

Allen finally understood why the church called all believers of other gods heretics, because their conversation would go like this:

A: What did the Papal Crusade Army go off to do?

B: They went to deal with heretics.

C, D, E, F, G, and H all suddenly understood: Oh!

In order to figure out what exactly was going on with Chaos, Allen crammed theology for an entire day.

At first, Old Butler Leisi gave him a rough explanation, and it made Allen's head ache terribly.

Unexpectedly, the scribe Yorkshire turned out to be a theology expert. Whether it was essays or documents related to gods on the continent, he could recite them all effortlessly.

He was far more interesting than the Old Butler, and Allen listened with great interest.

But no matter how they talked about it, documents recorded by every race, aside from "the beginning," denied Okas's existence. There was simply no way to verify anything that had happened to Allen, aside from the legend that an Unlucky Transmigrator died every thousand years.

The plan to head into the Great Wilderness in the coming days to search for clues about Dina's birth mother was delayed again and again.

At first, Allen and the Old Butler hid in a room to study the totem on his chest.

The Old Butler pointed at Allen's chest with absolute certainty, insisting that it was Chaos's symbol: a winged Golden Serpent.

Allen was completely dumbfounded, because he clearly recognized that totem. It was a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon soaring through the heavens, the totem of the Huaxia Nation.

Unable to persuade Allen, the Old Butler brought over Sakre, Dina, and Yorkshire.

The three of them talked and gestured as they described what a "dragon" was.

Allen was utterly speechless, because the "dragons" they described were obviously the dragons from Dragon Quest—creatures that loved hoarding treasure and kidnapping princesses.

But they were not wrong either. The dragons of Saint Cassis really were like that. They could fly, but they could not soar through the nine heavens. They could breathe fire, but they could not swallow clouds and exhale mist. The two were fundamentally different concepts: one was long and slender, while the other was short, squat, and stocky.

Having walked through the gates of hell once, Allen understood well that powerful strength was his greatest support in this world. Leaving Outpost County was only a matter of time. Not to mention tiny Outpost County, even the Kingdom of Locke was merely one of many powerful human nations. The world was vast, and there were always stronger people out there. Improving his own strength was the most important thing before him.

The Saint Cassis Continent was not a society ruled by law, and the major races were basically all legally illiterate. Whenever they disagreed, they fought. No one had the habit of reasoning things out.

Thus, Allen spent every day racking his brains over how to become stronger. But before that, the money-grubbing him dragged a cartload of scimitars to the only blacksmith shop in Outpost County.

The blacksmith shop owner was a bald, burly man. His bronze skin and explosive muscles, paired with that gleaming bald head, made him look exceptionally fierce.

Pointing at the cartload of Wolf Cavalry scimitars, Allen interrupted the bald man before he could bow in greeting and got straight to the point. "Do you buy scrap iron? A whole cartload. How much per pound?"

The owner, whose bandit nickname was Rockhammer, was an honest man. He told Allen bluntly that the cartload of scimitars was worthless. They contained too many impurities and had already been reforged several times. He would not take them. Of course, the main reason was that he had no money. He still owed three years and six months of taxes to the diocese. Since the Commoner Tax Law had been abolished, could Lord ask whether his previous debt could be written off?

Yorkshire rolled his eyes beside Allen. He remembered that the General Affairs Hall archives recorded that this fellow had arrived in Outpost County exactly three years and six months ago.

Seeing Lord's disappointed expression, the bald man offered a suggestion. "You won't be able to sell this cartload of scimitars unless you retail them one at a time. Selling them wholesale in one go is impossible. How about I melt them all down and forge you something handy? Maybe then you can sell it for a good price."

Allen left behind a cartload of scimitars. Not only did he fail to earn a single copper, he even let the bald shop owner make ten Gold Coins off him.

It should originally have cost only six Gold Coins, but Allen felt too embarrassed to haggle due to his status, so he had Dina negotiate for him.

In the end, the bald man turned out to be quite the actor too. Sniffling, he told a miserable tale of his tragic past. Finally, he and Dina struck a deal. Moved to tears, Dina paid four extra Gold Coins, treating them as payment for the story.

After leaving the blacksmith shop and returning to the Old Castle, Allen sought out Sakre, who limped around despite his crippled body and unyielding spirit, declaring that he wanted to learn Martial Skills and understand the continent's warrior rank system.

Wanting to show off how awesome he was, Sakre told Allen everything he knew.

Most respectable Martial Skills came with matching Battle Aura techniques.

Sakre cultivated Golden Battle Qi, and the Martial Skills he practiced were Military Swordsmanship. They emphasized broad, powerful strikes, and when Martial Skills and Battle Aura complemented each other, their power increased greatly.

Once an ordinary warrior cultivated Battle Aura, it was like a loser turning his life around and becoming a high-ranking Qi Warrior.

The ranks of Qi Warriors ranged from the lowest Fighter to the highest Sword Saint.

A First Tier warrior, also called a Battle Qi Warrior, could activate the Battle Aura within his body, sharpening his hearing and vision and strengthening all five senses.

A Second Tier Martial Master, also called a Battle Intent Warrior, could release Battle Aura beyond his body and cover weapons or armor with it, increasing attack power and defense.

A Third Tier Martial King, also called a Supreme Martial Artist, could release Sword Qi to injure enemies without his weapon even touching them.

A Fourth Tier Grandmaster, also called an Extreme Martial Artist, was the treasured guardian of a human nation, someone whom hundreds of ordinary soldiers could not approach.

A Fifth Tier demigod, also known as a Sword Saint, was the highest realm humanity had achieved for thousands of years. There were currently only three human Sword Saints on the continent. It was said that they could not only fly through the air, but also tear apart space and contend against Saint-level Mages.

Allen was left thoroughly confused by what he heard. Sakre smugly declared that he had already reached the Third Tier Martial King realm, the stage where he could release Sword Qi. Among the Holy See's younger generation under thirty, fewer than ten had reached that level.

Allen could not stand Sakre's smug act, so he raised a crucial question.

If Allen managed to cultivate to the Fifth Tier, the Sword Saint stage, within his lifetime, but he never used swords and had been using a Wolf-tooth Club lately, what would he be called? A Wolf-tooth Club Saint? A Wolf Fang Saint? Or a Club Saint? A Korean Saint?

Sakre smashed the stone table in the small garden with one palm, then limped away in a fury.

Unable to find the secret to becoming a martial arts master from Sakre, Allen shifted his attention to the Old Butler.

Allen already understood mage ranks fairly well. They were nothing more than apprentice through Holy Rank, though the requirements for talent were especially harsh. His Mental Power had already reached the Archmage level, but that was useless because he could not even cast a single Active Magic spell.

Allen: "Teach me magic?"

Old Laixi: "Sure."

Allen: "Is there a fast way?"

Old Laixi: "There is."

Allen: "How far can I train?"

Old Laixi: "Killing a Holy Rank mage would be no problem."

Allen: "How?"

Old Laixi: "Have a Holy Rank mage test your Mental Power. Whoever touches it explodes, and whoever explodes dies."

Allen: "I'd better go practice my Enemy Capture Fist."