Besieged by Wolves

Because Little Arro had already encountered anomalous creatures, Pahz could not be sure whether the mysterious knowledge Little Arro had learned had already reached his current limit. For safety's sake, he stopped selecting knowledge from the Library.

Black Cat was thus put out of work, but it was not disappointed. Instead, it took the opportunity to bid Little Arro farewell, claiming that it had some urgent business to handle.

With that, they both had much more free time.

Little Arro's daily task now was to spend half an hour looking at the scroll every morning.

The first glance at the Evil God Scroll each day only made his heart sink and his body go weak.

But after looking at it for a long time, Little Arro began to feel his spirits gradually flagging. Every time he finished, it was as though he had fallen into depression—he had no interest in anything, and his mood became inexplicably gloomy and despondent.

He was not truly a child. Knowing the importance of mental health, he did not dare delay and immediately consulted his grandfather, telling him everything about his emotional fluctuations.

"Evil gods" were inherently the most dangerous anomalies. Although Pahz insisted on having Little Arro view the Evil God Scroll, he did not dare let down his guard. These past few days, he had constantly followed behind Little Arro, looking like an ordinary old man happily watching over his mischievous grandson.

"Little Arro, don't worry. This is normal mental exhaustion. When an ordinary person's Mental Strength is depleted alone and in large amounts, it causes emotional suppression. That is because your Mental Strength has come into conflict with your body's perceptions."

"Is there any solution?"

It was difficult to put emotional depression into words, but that stifling feeling truly was like a fishbone stuck in his throat. Even breathing felt painful.

"Exercise!"

"Mental Strength and the body are closely connected. Physical training can rapidly stimulate Mental Strength. Then, once your physical strength has been completely spent, have a good Rest for a Night, and by the next day, your Mental Strength should more or less recover."

"But remember this: because you have viewed the Evil God Scroll, your Mental Strength has already been greatly depleted. Intense exercise also consumes Mental Strength. If you fail to control the extent of it, your Mental Strength may weaken even further. It would be best if you judged the measure yourself."

No intense exercise?

Judge the measure himself?

How was that any different from Chinese Cuisine instructions?

A little, an appropriate amount, a large amount, about enough?

What difference was there between saying it and saying nothing?

Still, at the mention of exercise, Little Arro became interested.

Because of the Evil God Scroll these past few days, he had not harvested those adorable "crops" for quite some time!

Considering that he needed "an appropriate amount," Little Arro decided to "harvest" them one by one first.

After "harvesting" the tenth "Lucky One," Little Arro began to feel uneasy.

No Experience Points notification?

Was it because a lone "Lucky One" was too weak?

Looking at the few remaining "crops," he could only comfort himself.

That made sense. In the past, he had only gained a few points of experience after harvesting a whole group of "crops." This time, perhaps the notification would only appear after the "battle" was over?

Harvesting them individually was much more tiring.

Before, there had been "crops" everywhere around him. Little Arro only needed to raise his "sickle" and harvest quickly. Once only a few remained at the end, he merely had to chase them down a little.

Now, even though their Physical Quality in every respect was far inferior to Little Arro's, they had room to move and deliberately stalled. Every one of them made Little Arro expend a great deal more stamina.

Although the final outcome held no surprises, it truly left Little Arro far more exhausted.

Already in low spirits, Little Arro waited for a long time without seeing any experience notification from the system. As he looked at the children lying on the ground, laughing and chatting merrily, his mood grew even more miserable.

What a waste!

A shameful waste!

"I gave you a chance to defeat me, and this is how you perform? You still have the nerve to laugh? Get up, all of you! Run ten laps!"

Hearing the wails of the "crops," Little Arro felt slightly better.

Sure enough, one could not bottle up one's own suffering. It had to be vented as early as possible.

Watching those Little Brats hop and run about in agony, Little Arro revealed a pleased smile.

The experienced Pahz noticed something wrong at once and hurriedly warned, "Little Arro, do not become addicted to violence. Maintain your reason!"

Little Arro Frowned in dissatisfaction. "How is this violence? I'm only making them train harder. Grandfather, aren't you exaggerating?"

"Examine your own heart, Little Arro!"

Pahz looked ahead coldly and said in a low voice, "Not only may you train them, I even permit you to dissect them whenever you wish!"

"As long as you have such a need, and it is not for the sake of pleasing yourself!"

"Dissect them?!"

A strange trace of longing rose in Little Arro's heart, but he woke up a moment later. Recalling what he had just heard, he immediately turned his head and looked at his grandfather in terror.

"Grandfather... you were joking just now, weren't you?"

"Are you awake now?"

Pahz smiled faintly and answered with another question. "Little Arro, remember this: wizards have never been worshippers of cruelty. Do not let outside emotions affect yourself."

Little Arro looked at his grandfather with a complicated expression. His grandfather remained calm, with a barely discernible smile still hanging at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you understand?"

Little Arro pursed his lips and nodded stiffly.

"If you understand, go take a nap."

Pahz advised, "Your Mental State is not very good right now. Once you have rested, it will Not Too Late to train again this afternoon."

Little Arro did not refuse. He turned and headed toward a stone house.

Because Little Arro's emotions had been unstable lately, it was best for him to get more sunlight every day. His grandfather had specially arranged a house at the knights' garrison, and these days, he had been staying here with his grandfather.

In truth, Little Arro's unstable emotions in the past had merely been caused by looking at the Evil God Scroll too much. Only now did he truly feel lost from the depths of his heart.

He could sense that his grandfather truly did not care about those children's lives.

Even though those children were the descendants and juniors of his family's vassal knights.

Even though his grandfather had long left contingencies within the vassal knights, and with his anomalous methods, had no fear of their rebellion at all.

Arro secretly glanced at his grandfather's profile. His expression remained as calm as ever.

"Does Grandfather truly not have even a trace of reverence for other people's lives?"

Thinking of the Experiment Tables in the laboratory, still stained with specks of blood, a chill unlike any he had ever known descended upon Little Arro from nowhere.

He had always known that his Three Views had been shaped in a Peaceful Country, and might differ from those of people in this world.

But that had merely been a judgment, a conjecture.

Only now did he truly feel the violent impact of this difference in Three Views!

Unhappy?

Kill?

This was not the simple feeling he had when reading novels in his previous life!

Before his eyes were living, breathing lives!

Just like the Keyboard Warriors from Little Arro's previous life.

Spit on the ground?

Kill!

Swear in someone's face?

Kill!

A Problem Child pressed every floor button in an elevator one by one?

Kill!

They talked about killing people at the drop of a hat, as though they were the greatest under heaven.

But what if such a person truly appeared, even standing right beside those people who spouted such wild words?

Anger only lasted for a moment. Once they truly calmed down and regained their reason, many people would reflect on whether what they had done in anger had gone too far.

But had anyone ever considered what would happen if everyone around them thought the same way they did when they were angry?

Quick to anger, quick to explode, killing at the slightest provocation!

Danger!

Little Arro felt a sense of danger he had never experienced before!

It was as though he were Besieged by Wolves. Perhaps some careless remark of his, at any moment, might stir Killing Intent in someone else's heart?

He could not remain a child forever, could he?

He could not remain under his family's protection forever, could he?

What should he do?

Strength!

Reading was so he could speak calmly with others; strength was so others could speak calmly with him!

Compared to the people of this world, Little Arro considered his Three Views almost excessively peaceful!

Then he needed the strength to make others just as excessively peaceful, so that their Three Views could align with his own!

So that what he saw and heard could become comfortable!

So that he could survive!

So that he could preserve this hard-won second life!

Lying on the bed, Little Arro firmed up his goal, adjusted his breathing, and gradually fell asleep.

After that, Little Arro became even stricter with himself.

But with simple physical training, how could one person's rate of improvement compare to that of a group?

Even though he increased his demands on himself, harvesting experience gradually became more difficult, though the experience gains also steadily increased.

As the bruises on Little Arro's body gradually multiplied, Pahz never said much. He merely silently prepared medicine for injuries, and sometimes even personally cast healing witchcraft on Little Arro.

With so many sparring partners, Little Arro also gained a deeper understanding of "Cat Form Fist—Dash." Reaching Advanced did not mean he had completely reached the limit.

It was like how everyone had roughly similar hearing, yet trained people could determine a person's direction, height, weight, and even whether they carried a weapon from only a few sounds.

Little Arro possessed "Advanced Cat Form Fist—Dash," which was equivalent to developing a new kind of "hearing." But when it came to actual use, he still needed training to bring it out more effectively.

Through long-term sparring with these Young Knights, he gained deeper insights into several of his skills. Although the Young Knights were also improving rapidly, he still suppressed them and continuously harvested experience.

After discovering that the stronger the Young Knights became, the more experience he gained from harvesting them, Little Arro had a new idea.

Once he felt that the Young Knights' strength had grown about as much as it could, Little Arro began requiring them to train with weapons alongside him.

With weapons in hand, their strength was naturally different from when they were barehanded.

Knights indeed focused mainly on muscle training, but it was not as though they had no weapon techniques. Those techniques simply were not very important to them.

After all, as long as they could rapidly raise their knight ranks and gain powerful Seeds of Life, the weapon techniques they had originally trained in might soon undergo tremendous changes.

But without proper weapon techniques, even the strongest knight would merely be a Human Crane. They might even injure themselves in battle through improper weapon use!

Naturally, those knights did not dare refuse Little Arro's request.

After the children had trained for a time, Little Arro had everyone put on leather armor, carry blunted weapons, and fight him again.

At that point, harvesting experience became even harder for Little Arro, but the Experience Points he ultimately gained also increased enormously.

Moreover, he had not stopped viewing the Evil God Scroll.

But because he had a clear goal, as well as experience with being bewitched, he used the daily harvesting process to constantly exhaust his physical strength, leaving himself with neither the energy nor the mood to think about anything else.

Combined with the joy of his gains, he ultimately resisted the Mental Bewitchment of the Evil God Scroll.

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