Learned

This was... the system activating?!

Ding, ding, ding...

Shut up!

Little Arro rubbed his aching brow.

The system still could not issue quests, but he had found a way to use it indirectly.

After going through a life-and-death battle, he could gain Skill Experience?

The Skill Experience gained from max-level skills could overflow and be converted into Personal Experience.

Each level-up would grant one Skill Point.

Judging by the experience values gained from his previous skills, the amount of Skill Experience obtained was also related to how heavily the skill was used during battle.

Right!

Didn't I also have two skills that gained experience, and one of them even leveled up?

With that thought, Little Arro glanced at the system.

Cat Style Fist - Dash: Intermediate (enhances Five Senses perception when activated)

Another skill that needed to be actively activated.

He remembered it originally said "slightly enhances Five Senses perception." Now that the word "slightly" had been removed, how great was the actual increase?

And Knight's Breathing Technique had gained twenty-three points of Skill Experience without leveling up. If those Skill Points were added to his Personal Experience, it would be enough for him to level up again.

"Little Arro, are you all right?"

Nicole's voice snapped him awake. He hurriedly turned around and flashed a brilliant smile. "Mother, I'm fine. I just finally killed such a powerful enemy, so I'm feeling a little emotional."

Heavy-hearted? Panicked? Vomiting?

Pah!

He was allowed to kill me, but I wasn't allowed to kill him?

Besides, he was a half-human, half-wolf monster. Killing him only filled him with accomplishment, not the slightest psychological shadow!

Little Arro even had the mood to Look At the wolf head that was coughing blood, considering whether he should cut it off as a trophy and decorate the Castle's great hall with it.

Noticing Little Arro Staring At the Werewolf's corpse on the ground with eager anticipation, Nicole reminded him worriedly, "Don't become obsessed with killing, Arro."

"Don't worry, Mother."

To keep his mother from misunderstanding, Little Arro could only turn away regretfully.

With over twenty years of memories from his previous life, Little Arro believed that his Three Views might even be sounder than his parents'.

After all, his Three Views came from a peaceful nation, while his parents lived in this chaotic world.

"Good boy!" Nicole praised. Then she turned to Father David and said, "I'll leave first. Take Little Arro back for lunch."

Noticing the faint urgency in Nicole's expression, Little Arro said nothing. He merely watched silently as his mother departed.

"Come on. I'll explain what happened today properly."

After speaking, David casually waved a hand. The glow around Little Arro rapidly faded, and his body abruptly shrank.

The powerful strength suddenly vanished. The soreness in his muscles surged back, and Little Arro's body swayed before he dropped onto the ground on his butt.

Looking at his powerless Legs, Little Arro raised his head and complained, "Father, don't withdraw it so quickly. I can barely stand."

Not withdraw it?

Do you know that little while just now used up nearly a week's worth of my accumulated power?

Speechless, David held out his hands and gestured to Little Arro. "Get up here."

"I don't want to!"

Ever since Little Arro had learned to walk, he had never let anyone carry him.

But David ignored Little Arro's refusal, directly picked him up, and forcibly set him on his shoulders.

Realizing he was not being cradled in his father's arms, Little Arro stopped struggling. Sitting on his father's shoulders and swinging his little legs, he looked around in every direction with exceptional leisure.

He had finally found the right way to use the system, confirmed that both his parents were powerful, and learned that they had this territory. The future was truly full of promise!

"Arro!"

"Mm."

Little Arro answered absentmindedly, unable to pull himself free from his fantasies.

Now was fantasy time!

"I was beside you the entire time."

"Mm... huh?"

Little Arro jolted awake and turned back to look at David in astonishment.

What did Father mean by that just now?

Had he heard wrong?

Or was this... Wolf Boy-style education? Spartan child-rearing? The weak all had to die?

"That's Right. I arrived at the very beginning. Even that Werewolf was selected by me from among the Refugees and specially sent to you."

"Oh, right..."

David turned his head and said seriously, "Don't misunderstand your mother. She really did just arrive."

Refugees?!

People with immature minds would only notice that latter sentence: "specially sent to you."

But Little Arro listened to the whole thing.

He had been nearby the whole time, had specially sent it to him, and the Werewolf had fluctuated between strength and weakness...

There were actually such monsters among ordinary people?!

Good thing his parents were Udyr-level powerhouses. Otherwise, he might have been in danger!

What kind of idiotic father educated a child like this?

Little Arro stared fixedly at David's profile.

So angry. He had no way to keep him in check!

He really wanted to see him get beaten black and blue!

David ignored Little Arro's Eyes and continued explaining. "You should have Heard what the Werewolf called us when we appeared."

"Udyr?"

Little Arro's attention was drawn over.

Wasn't that a description of a Martial Path Level?

"You have seen the power we possess."

David continued explaining without waiting for a response.

"But gaining this kind of power carries risks. Setting other things aside, once you initially possess this power, many mysterious worlds will begin to Spy On you."

"Perhaps you merely fall asleep and dream of catching butterflies, only to enter the Dream Realm."

"Perhaps you merely want to take a walk around the Castle, see a little staircase that suddenly appears, and accidentally enter the Shadow Realm."

"Perhaps you only want to watch the rain. The mist rises, and you fall into the Mist Realm."

"So the first thing I must teach you is this: before you become strong, rein in your curiosity. Stay Away From all abnormalities. Stay Away From Eerie Worlds."

"Do not be greedy, do not be curious, do not be afraid, do not worship, do not fear!"

"I don't want to see your mother one day, clutching your corpse and weeping her heart out."

Little Arro shrank his neck. The way you put it, I'm already a little scared.

"Is there any way to avoid it? The way you describe it, no matter what I do, I could fall into an Eerie World, and then..."

"Don't worry. Every family with an inheritance has compiled the ways several common Eerie Worlds appear. When you go to your Grandfather's House, I'll get you a book. As long as you memorize it carefully, you can avoid accidentally entering them. Even if you do enter one by accident, it also lists several ways to leave."

David glanced at Little Arro. "You needn't fear those worlds too much, either. They contain many wondrous things, and entering them is often a stroke of fortune. Just don't become curious about them when you've only Just Started learning."

"Let's eat first. After lunch, go wash up and rest. This afternoon, I'll answer all your questions in detail. Tomorrow morning, we'll leave here and go to your Grandfather's House."

"Wait, I have a grandfather too?"

I wrote four versions of this chapter before finally settling on this one, so it took longer to write. Sorry.

I'll post several of the other versions in the comments later.

I should have thanked a few brothers as usual, especially since another generous brother gave a reward, but I really can't hold on anymore. My head is spinning, and I can't type the two vertical strokes in this brother's name, so I'm going to sleep first. I'll get back to work tomorrow.