Facing Me, Trash!
Duncan needed to rest for two days.
Although he had not been seriously injured in the battle with the Sea Serpent Monster, activating Greater Berserk had left him in a weakened, exhausted state that would last a full day and night. He had also hurt his waist and abdomen at the time. By the time he returned in the middle of the night, the skin around his waist had been rubbed raw. He had to apply some medicine and recuperate properly.
Reality was not Valhalla, after all.
The backlash from Duncan activating Greater Berserk was quite severe. He had directly entered a reckless state and completely lost the concept of fear.
He dared to take on anything and dared to cut down anything.
Taking on two Sea Serpent Monsters alone and killing them had truly been a little risky, but once Berserk was activated, there was no retreat. He could only carve out a bloody path. Fortunately, he had performed at his normal level. The two Two-Star Silver-Gray Sea Serpent Monsters had been no match for him, and he had even had the strength left for another fight.
"My lord is injured?"
Galawin's expression changed when he saw Duncan return while holding his waist. He hurried forward to support him. "Did my lord fight that giant monster?"
Galawin and the others had their own thoughts about Duncan's insistence on coming to Northern Europe to hunt monsters.
The North Germanic People greatly revered individual martial prowess. A warrior who slew a legendary monster could easily earn the admiration of Germanic Warriors, even attracting many followers and challengers. According to Germanic tradition, if you killed Beowulf, you became the next legendary hero. Bards would spread your deeds in every direction, and over time, Legendary Points would become influence, even