Wind-Chasing Leg

"Zeus Familia?" Zhang Ruofeng was quite familiar with the name Zeus. As a Main God, Zeus often appeared in various games, but Zhang Ruofeng wasn't sure whether the Zeus he knew was a mighty, peerless ruler in this world or an old man with an insatiable appetite for women. Xin Mu clearly felt the same way. Hearing the shouts outside the window, she furrowed her brows. Zeus's strengths and flaws seemed to have been described all too vividly in the games of Zhang Ruofeng's world, making the lord of the gods, who wielded lightning, seem less imposing.

"Well, if you're interested, you can go take a look. Their base is in the area by the wall directly east of here, but it's heavily guarded. They don't let outsiders in." The goddess Fura laughed. As a goddess in this world, she actually had a pretty good relationship with Zeus.

"Forget it. I'd better focus on getting back to full strength as soon as possible." Zhang Ruofeng closed his eyes.

Time flew by. Several days passed, and Zhang Ruofeng's body returned to peak condition. Even he knew he'd never been this strong before. Not even back when he'd been aimlessly wasting his days, giving up on himself, had his body and mind been this powerful. It also made him realize something: the growth of his endurance stat didn't just affect his stamina and ability to take a hit; it improved his mental state, too. That reassured him a little about his mysterious skill, "Boiling Dragon Blood." Over the past few days, Zhang Ruofeng had clearly felt himself acting more attentive toward Xin Mu and Fura. That was enough to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Well, this skill does have some unexpected benefits," Fura said to Xin Mu over dinner. Zhang Ruofeng was there, quietly eating, too. "Usually, at night, even if we call for Zhang Ruofeng, he just pretends to be asleep and brushes us off. Now he's actually helping out."

"Mm," Xin Mu replied. Zhang Ruofeng being willing to talk with her and Fura was a good thing. Before, he'd always been the last one to finish bathing, then gone straight to hide in a corner and sleep. Once, Xin Mu had even heard him quietly reciting, "Form is emptiness; emptiness is form," from his corner. Zhang Ruofeng's aversion to women was almost pathological, yet he was usually very good at reading people. Those who knew him found him gentle, and that huge contrast seemed to have caught the attention of a few junior students. But she didn't want him to share that gentleness with anyone else. She didn't know when she'd started feeling that way, but the habits she'd developed kept her from getting too attached to anything. For her to become attached to Zhang Ruofeng was something she herself found unbelievable.

Suddenly, the door swung open. A very tall human walked in, wearing a pair of heavy-looking metal boots. They clinked softly with every step, but he looked completely at ease.

"Hello, Goddess Flora. I'm back again." The man looked composed, and his voice was deep. Though he was thin, simply standing there gave off a dangerous aura that swept toward Zhang Ruofeng, making his nerves instantly tense. He shifted into a fighting stance.

"Oh? Your new Familia seems to have someone very perceptive in it." The man immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Ruofeng. He'd noticed even the instinctive wariness Zhang Ruofeng had shown.

"All right, all right. The first time you met us, that hot-tempered girl nearly blew her top. Stop testing my people every time you come here." Goddess Fura hurriedly stepped in to defuse the tension. Zhang Ruofeng quietly relaxed, while the man rubbed his nose sheepishly. "Every time you come back from the Dungeon, you bring all that murderous intent with you. You're going to scare my flowers to death." The goddess pursed her lips in displeasure, then turned and picked up a bouquet she'd prepared that morning. Each bouquet held a single pale-white flower in bloom, clearly picked from the garden behind the shop that morning. "I heard a few days ago that you'd made it back to the middle levels, so I knew you'd be returning to the surface soon. Same as always: a hundred flowers. Pay me whenever you get a chance."

"Thanks. Sorry for the trouble, every time." The man dipped his head in gratitude, then glanced at Zhang Ruofeng and Xin Mu with a frown. Without a word, he left the flower shop, vanishing from the doorway almost in an instant.

"He's always so mysterious," Fura said with a shake of her head. Seeing the confusion on Zhang Ruofeng and Xin Mu's faces, she smiled and explained, "He's a Level 6 adventurer from Zeus Familia, and the fastest man on the continent. His nickname is Wind-Chasing Leg, and his name is Kolenmar. He's also a regular customer at Fura Flower Shop. Zeus Familia has existed for a thousand years, and countless powerful adventurers and Familia members have died. They even have a whole forest of gravestones. So whenever Zeus Familia returns from an expedition, they hold a memorial service, and our flower shop is where they buy the flowers for it."

"That man is strong." The tension Zhang Ruofeng felt around him was unlike anything he'd experienced, even when facing several adults. The legendary Wind-Chasing Leg had left a lasting impression on him. Just standing there had made Zhang Ruofeng feel like he couldn't breathe.

"Hahaha. He's a Level 6 adventurer, after all—one of the strongest people in the world. Naturally, he's powerful," the goddess said with a laugh. "I believe you can become like him, too."

"But I doubt his strength will be enough to fulfill his wish." Zhang Ruofeng stood up and changed the subject, strolling out lazily. Xin Mu wasn't surprised. Whenever Zhang Ruofeng acted lazy, it usually meant he wasn't particularly invested in something.

But Zhang Ruofeng knew that he still wasn't strong enough. That man had given him a sense of oppression he'd never experienced before. Even his uncle—the strongest fighter in his former unit—hadn't made him feel as if he were suffocating, even back when Zhang Ruofeng didn't know how to fight. Yet against Wind-Chasing Leg, he'd had no chance of resisting. He didn't think he could even block one of the man's fingers. Zhang Ruofeng had kept his eyes on him the whole time, but when he vanished from the doorway, Zhang Ruofeng hadn't even seen a blur. It was as if the man had teleported away rather than simply run off. He was countless times faster than Perman had been when snatching Zhang Ruofeng's cigarette. At the very least, Zhang Ruofeng had been able to see Perman's shoulder move. Wind-Chasing Leg had disappeared in an instant.