Banshee? No, an ogre!

Chapter 5: Everyday life in Euge

After collecting his pay for the day from the gladiatorial school, Oug left.

As his reputation grew, fewer people dared to challenge him, and although the gold coins he received for each fight increased, the number of fights he fought decreased.

Perhaps the fishponds at the apprentice level are too shallow.

On the other hand, even if you can be classified as an apprentice-level martial artist,

in terms of the percentage of humans, it is actually not very large, which is quite different from what Oug first imagined.

But if you think about it, it makes sense.

Even for the highest ranked apprentice martial artist, the training time and cost are not affordable for ordinary people.

Not everyone can go to the Monster Forest to make money.

If it weren't for his father's inheritance and the blessing of his own abilities, Oug would have had a hard time becoming an apprentice martial artist.

Unfortunately, an apprentice is still an apprentice, and if he doesn't become a professional, he's still just a mortal. Don't look at him, he can beat an apprentice in just a few moves, but when he meets a professional, Oug can't even get out of the second round.

The criteria for qualifying as a professional in any profession are very clear -

A knight who has completed the interaction of the Circle of Life and fully activated his fighting spirit.

A martial artist who has achieved the unification of the three fighting spirits and cultivated the fighting spirits of blood, qi and rage.

A magician who has condensed the core of his own magical power.

A sorcerer who has drunk the f*******n potion and has perfect control over supernatural magic.

And an imagemaker who has fully developed the seed of imagination.

None of these are currently within Oug's reach...

I still have a chance.

Og slipped skilfully through street after street. When he emerged, there was no trace of the aura he had had on the arena platform. No one would have guessed that this unassuming boy would become the strongest champion in the apprentice gladiatorial arena.

Og smiled again as he touched the meditation method he had acquired inside his camouflage armour.

His path as a Mental Image Master might still have a chance.

The strength of a mental image master is that once they have cultivated a mental image seed, they will most likely become a professional.

Although mental image division is considered the weakest professional occupation, it is still a professional occupation.

As long as you are a professional, you are strong and noble!

In fact, if possible, Oug would rather be a warrior, and his natural abilities are better suited to helping him become one.

Of course, if the mental image department also fails, Oug will have to look for a way to become a wizard on the black market...

Look who's here, it's our little Ogg. The innkeeper showed a natural warmth when he saw Ogg. He was very fond of the little fellow: 'Did you do any mural work today?

He was referring to the recent repainting of the murals in the Dawn Church, and Ogg had a talent for it.

If he did a good job, he might get to stay at the church. Although the Dawn Church was not as large as the Church of Truth, it was still a considerable force.

Og shook his head: 'I'll go, Uncle Ba, but I always have to eat first...'

If there were no hatred, he too would like to stay in the Church of Dawn and become a muralist or a sculptor. He has liked painting and carving since he was a child, and it was one of his few hobbies as a child.

It's just a shame.

That's right, eat more so you have the strength. Would you like anything else or the usual?

'Yes, the usual, thank you, Uncle Ba. Og nodded and took the bronze coins he had exchanged for the food out of his pocket.

After receiving a nod from the boss named Uncle Ba,

Og found an empty seat against the wall and began to wait for the food to be served.

In the meantime, he took out the copy of the Meditation Method and read it.

The Meditation Method was wrapped in a cover of Ouge's miscellaneous books, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

Father, who are those two statues? The voice of a child at the next table reached Ouge's ears.

Perhaps it was his father's vocabulary that made Ouge think of something, causing him to unconsciously look over.

These are the two legendary knights who freed the slaves thousands of years ago - Dusk and Dawn. The father was dressed in the standard robes of a teacher.

He seemed to be from the outer city as well.

There have been a lot more people from the outer city here lately...'

Ouge could sense that something was about to happen in this small, remote town of his...

Was it the expansion of the territory, or a wave of merchants?

Never mind, it had nothing to do with him.

'But, Father, why are there still slaves if we've already been freed?

'They are all aliens, not humans...'

Listening to the conversation between father and son, Ouge couldn't help but clench his fists.

'Alien...' "Alien..." It was such a simple rejection of the other, and it cost his father his life.

But he let go of his fists quickly.

Because, Oug had to admit, father and son were right... There had always been conflict between the races. If the humans did not send professionals and armies to eliminate the monsters and aliens, the monsters and aliens would invade the humans.

There was naturally an imbalance between intelligent beings and less intelligent beings. The cultivation of land or resources, including the meat we all eat, is all about competition.

The existence of life is a process of the weak being exploited by the strong. Life and death are just part of the cycle... It's just that whenever I think about it, it's still hard to forget.

Perhaps in the eyes of monsters and other creatures, humans are closer to the monsters that eat everything. After all, humans often don't even spare their own kind.

Ouge has seen troops betrayed for the sake of wealth or a bottle of magic potion.

He has also seen the life of the common people, the same dangers, the same constant fear...

Little Oug

the food delivery was brought by Uncle Ba's daughter. She looked nothing like her rough boss and was a beauty with many suitors - some said she was an orphan adopted by Uncle Ba because no one had ever seen his wife.

Thank you, Sister Nuo Si.

Og forced out a small smile, though it was a little stiff under the influence of the disguise.

Fortunately, everyone, including Nors, was used to it and just thought Og was a paralysed face.

I didn't ask for milk.

Og also froze when he saw the food, and a slight warmth welled up in his heart.

He didn't come here to eat very often, only after a battle to regain his strength and for a change of taste.

Usually he ate portable, energy-rich food.

You are growing, so eat more. Consider it a gift from your sister,' Nox said, smiling and waving her hand before disappearing into the kitchen.

She and Uncle Ba have a good reputation in the area. The local mercenary groups and church personnel all quietly take care of them because of their usual behaviour.

Over time, this has become a meeting place for everyone, where all external conflicts come to an end.

This is probably what my father meant by a good person...

The deeper he delved into human society, the more Oguz could sense the difference between civilisation and barbarism.

Perhaps civilisation was just a cover for barbarism, but it was this cover that allowed more so-called good people to remain in this world where the weak were prey to the strong.

Unity was the best survival strategy for the weak.

Most humans instinctively longed for goodness, but that goodness was often narrow-minded and based on superiority over other races.

It had always been that way.

Having devoured the food for two in a flash, Oug stretched a little, then picked up his satchel and set off on his own.

My child, being weak does not necessarily mean that you will be enslaved or beaten, but only because the strong don't want to. The only real truth in this world is your own strength. We cannot pin our hopes on the kindness of other races. Besides, someone has to be the slave. If slaves from other races are not used, then the ones who will be enslaved will be people like you and me...'.

The teacher's father patiently explained to his child why some weak races could exist and why there were still slaves from other races.

But Oug happened not to hear any of this.

As Oug left, the faculty member unconsciously glanced in the direction of the door.

Is it an illusion?

He felt the breath of a predator on the teenager.