A lonely island, a beach.
Nameless wore a folded paper hat as he slowly walked along the shore.
This isolated island might never have been set foot on by humans. Its environment was extremely primitive, and Nameless stared at the dark forest at the end of the beach for quite a while without daring to enter.
If he ran into a magical beast, even the weakest one, he would not be able to defeat it.
He wanted to encounter an injured magical beast, yet he was also afraid of encountering one he could not handle. Given the Divine Treasury Trial's usual nasty nature, dying during a test stage meant dying completely and utterly. He had no choice but to proceed cautiously.
When weak, there was a way for the weak to survive. When strong, there was a way for the strong to live.
If Nameless's strength had not been sealed, he would naturally do whatever he pleased. But now, he was merely a young man without much strength. When it was time to admit defeat, he certainly would not force himself to act tough.
The most important thing for a person was knowing their own limits.
Nameless walked in one direction for nearly half an hour and felt that the island was absurdly large, so he began heading back. Otherwise, he might not make it back to his temporary shelter before dark. If any animals that hunted at night appeared, he would be in danger.
Although he had a knife, he knew very well that, forget magical beasts, he might not even survive if he happened upon a pride of Lions or a pack of wolves.
Sometimes, skill could not make up for a physical disparity. He had only so much stamina and limited energy. If he fought a pride