After the Downpour [Seeking Follow-up Reads!]

The next day.

When Gauss woke up, he sneezed several times in a row, having caught a slight cold.

Fortunately, his Constitution was now above average. If it were his past self in a sub-healthy state, he might have already come down with a fever.

"Hoo—"

Gauss drank some water.

His current Constitution of 6 was enough to make it difficult for him to get sick under normal circumstances.

He glanced at the Life Magic Stone hanging around his neck.

Besides the credit for his previous Constitution point allocation, this stone also played a significant role.

It also subtly enhanced Gauss's Constitution, especially when combined with the point allocation, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

He stretched.

His height had reached 1.8 meters and was no longer growing.

More importantly than just height growth, his physique had also become much sturdier. He could travel for half a day without getting too tired.

Moreover, the rest time needed after a battle had become shorter.

His sustained combat ability during battles had also become stronger.

These were all benefits brought about by the enhancement of his Constitution.

In short, for all classes, whether Warrior, Ranger, or spellcaster, Constitution was a very important physical quality.

Sitting on his bed, he immersed himself in the Adventurer's Handbook deep within his consciousness.

In the Monster Codex's detail page, the image of the second monster had been lit up.

It was a green slime monster, with its species name, Slime, written below. In the bottom right corner of the image was the number of Slimes killed: 9.

He still needed 18 more kills of any monster and 3 more new monster species.

Gauss pondered for a moment, feeling that the former would come first.

However, compared to the uncertain strength and unknown nature of ability extraction, the attribute rewards provided by the total monster kill count were more direct.

He decided not to hold too much expectation for monster talent ability extraction for now. After all, the prompt at the time had also stated that the weaker the talent ability, the higher the probability of it being extracted.

As the saying goes, if you don't expect anything, you won't be disappointed. Appropriately lowering psychological expectations is a good way to increase happiness.

After organizing his thoughts, Gauss got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked downstairs.

The heavy rain had come and gone quickly.

The weather outside had cleared up.

In the hotel's first-floor lobby, several pairs of unfamiliar guests were dining.

Gauss was used to it; the hotel frequently had new temporary guests.

Perhaps noticing Gauss, who was dressed in "elite" gear and carried weapons, making him look formidable, the guests at several tables lowered their voices in unison.

Gauss noticed this but didn't pay much attention, glancing over before looking away.

In this world, ordinary people generally did not want to provoke Adventurers.

On one hand, Adventurers often carried more elite weapons and armor, making them difficult to defeat in a conflict.

On the other hand, Adventurers constantly faced risks and pressures from commissions and monsters, leading some to have short tempers, where a single look could set them off.

Although the town had guards and constables, they were too far away to help in a conflict.

The best approach was to avoid interacting with them if possible.

"Awake? The rain yesterday was so heavy, you should have rested for a day before coming back," Sophia said as she tended to a potted plant she had just placed on the counter.

"No choice, the weather was fine when we set off, and it started raining suddenly on the road," Gauss replied, shaking his head.

No one could have predicted such an unexpected situation.

"What kind of plant is this?" he asked, looking at the herb on the counter.

"Rosemary. The inn has been a bit damp lately, so I put it here to absorb the smell and also to repel insects."

Gauss chuckled, thinking it probably wouldn't do much.

After eating at the inn, he headed towards the Adventurer's Guild.

The first thing he needed to do this morning was to submit yesterday's quest.

He was in a good mood on his way.

Although this was his third commission quest, every time he submitted a quest and received his reward, it gave him a sense of relief, similar to handing in his final exam paper in his past life.

The other members of the Night Owl Squad lived in different places; some rented a detached house, while others had long-term leases on the second floor of the inn, so they arrived at different times.

When Gauss arrived, only Leven was there.

He always seemed to be the first to arrive for every meeting.

"Morning." They greeted each other.

A downpour had left Leven feeling a bit sluggish, but perhaps to avoid an awkward silence, he rallied his spirits and chatted with Gauss intermittently.

"The number of monster commission quests should increase quite a bit recently."

"Why?"

"After the heavy rain clears, many monsters come out to move around and become more active. It's a pattern people have observed."

"So, should we hurry and take on some commissions these past few days?" Gauss naturally wasn't saying this without reason.

With more commissions, there would be more good quests to choose from.

Adventurers couldn't blindly accept quests. The distance of the quest, the types of monsters to be killed, whether the enemies would damage weapons, the reward, and the healing potions and equipment needed for preparation all had to be carefully considered before accepting a commission.

If they accepted quests carelessly and ended up with troublesome ones, after a lot of hard work, they might even end up losing money.

And this analysis was always something Leven discussed with everyone.

"Mhm, I have that idea, but it also depends on everyone's physical condition," Leven nodded.

"If possible, Captain Leven, when we take on our next mission, could you see if we can accept commissions involving other monsters?" Gauss sounded a little embarrassed when he said this.

"Not Goblins, not Slimes?" Leven, having learned from the previous experience, asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll consider it for the next commission." Leven didn't give a definitive answer, but he was already thinking about which relatively suitable monster commissions to accept.

Seeing Leven's serious demeanor, Gauss guessed that the next commission would likely involve killing new monsters, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He needed to kill 50 monsters as soon as possible and see if he could draw out a monster race talent early.

He felt that after these two rewards, his personal strength should usher in a new round of enhancement.

Then he could also consider taking on some small solo quests.

He couldn't always rely on the team to cooperate with him.

Actually, he felt he might be able to handle about 10 low-level monsters right now, and the simplest commission quests usually involved monster groups of that size.

However, he couldn't completely guarantee that there wouldn't be any accidents.

After all, in the mission he just finished, although he had killed nearly ten Slimes, it was with teammates taking damage on the front lines, drawing aggro, and with ranged support from the flanks.

Facing an opponent more than ten times his own strength alone would surely be much more difficult.

Out of caution, he still wanted to develop more stably for a while longer.

Compared to efficiency, he, who was already destined to grow stronger continuously, needed to pay more attention to his personal safety before he had fully grown in the early stages.

Adventurer commissions were not games, after all; you couldn't revive after dying, so safety was paramount.