Standing before the corpses of the two giant beasts, Fern once again directly felt Lin Yu's strength.

Even as dead beasts, one could still sense their oppressive presence from their claws, fangs, and massive builds.

And yet, both of these giant beasts had died at Lin Yu's hands... Even though she had participated herself, Fern still felt an unreal sense of disbelief.

"What are you spacing out for? Time to collect the trophies."

Lin Yu said calmly, giving Fern a pat.

Fern then snapped out of it, looking at Lin Yu with some curiosity.

"Huh? Wait a minute, I only fired two crossbow bolts... Are you really going to split these two trophies with me fifty-fifty?"

Lin Yu shook his head.

"No, of course not splitting equally... Both of these are yours."

He said with a wave of his hand.

After all, if he wanted to complete his 'Promotion', he didn't need to collect trophies. It was better to just do Fern a favor and give them to her.

Fern was astonished: "Huh? You don't want them?"

"Yes, I don't need them," Lin Yu said calmly. "So you keep them."

Fern looked at Lin Yu even more strangely, but ultimately stopped dwelling on it.

"Alright then, I'll graciously accept them... With the combat power you've displayed, we probably won't be short on trophies anyway."

"It's just... you should know, right? The quality of the 'trophies' also affects rankings and such—even if you can handle beasts like these, they might not be so easy to find."

Lin Yu showed appropriate surprise: "So Tukam and Numenhak are considered rare now?"

"But it's fine, I didn't join this event caring much about ranking in the first place."

Lin Yu said again. Fern pursed her lips. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What a strange guy."

But regardless, as a Player, Fern wasn't one to be overly fussy either.

She crouched down and began collecting the "trophies".

The so-called trophies could be teeth, fur, or things like the sharp horn on top of that giant bear's head. At the same time, using that "irregular token", one could condense some life essence into it.

The ten major tribes acting as the organizers would use witchcraft to inventory and inspect the trophies turned in.

When a "trophy" was collected, whether the beast was already dead, which specific beast it belonged to, and the time point of collection could all be traced back through witchcraft.

This maximized the guarantee that these "trophies" weren't secretly harvested from living beasts, ensured that trophies from the same corpse couldn't become credentials for two different contestants, and allowed using the "time" to determine who was the true "trophy" owner.

Of course, this crude competition system still wasn't comprehensive enough—if there really was someone with incredibly good luck and exceptional stealth skills, scavenging corpses left behind from battles between beasts or stealing trophies from other contestants throughout the event was unavoidable.

But...

This was also part of the competition system—although the "Glory Festival" advocated and encouraged direct combat, if someone truly had the skill to scavenge, the ability to steal trophies from other beasts' mouths or other contestants' hands and still escape unscathed, then naturally they could also be called a "warrior"!

Moreover, whether it was the Blood Rakshasas or the Barbarians... they almost never chose this method.

Even among individual contestants from other races in this realm who came to join the fun, the cunning Beastkin and humans, few contestants had ever done such a thing.

Of course, the situation was different for Players.

For example, Fern had obviously already shrewdly realized the possibility of "scavenging" and was enthusiastically planning how to scavenge before she even met Lin Yu.

It's just that...

Lin Yu's performance completely exceeded Fern's understanding.

She silently chiseled off the sharp horn from the giant bear's head, pulled out one of the long fangs from the Saber-toothed Beast, then tied them up and hung them at her waist.

"Won't doing this be a bit too flashy?"

Fern fiddled with the giant horn and long fang at her waist, asking as if talking to herself.

But before Lin Yu could answer, she answered herself.

"However, this might also be a form of strategic deterrence... It might actually save us a lot of trouble."

Lin Yu looked at Fern, thought for a moment, and said: "That's not necessarily true."

Fern was somewhat surprised: "What do you mean by that, Brother Moro?"

Lin Yu said calmly: "Rather than deterrence, your act of actively displaying your strength like this is more likely to attract challenges from strong opponents."

"This is the 'Glory Festival'. The races of the Black Marsh don't fear battle, and on this land of the Blood Kingdom, there are no cowards—at least not during the 'Glory Festival'."

He said indifferently.

This was again based on Lin Yu's analysis, but still contained an element of speculation.

He didn't know if Fern's behavior would actually attract challenges from other contestants. While there was a certain probability this situation might occur, and Lin Yu felt his analysis was reasonable, whether contestants in the "Glory Festival" would prioritize hunting for their tribe's sake, conserving strength, and maintaining reverence for the strong instead, Lin Yu simply didn't know.

His only sample was that initial berserk Blood Raksha—and that guy didn't know Lin Yu was strong either.

But Lin Yu's goal wasn't to "guess correctly" anyway. Even if no one challenged Fern, he could just sigh later, "I never thought the Blood Kingdom and the Glory Festival would have fallen to such a boring state," which wouldn't damage the credibility of his persona in the slightest.

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Fern pondered slightly, then said: "Is that so? But... with you here, even if someone challenges us, it's not like we can't fight back."

Lin Yu looked at Fern: "Really? But if the challenge is directed at you, based on 'Glory', whether I fight on your behalf or assist you, it would be a humiliation to you."

Fern said in surprise: "I don't feel the slightest bit humiliated by that! You're such a strange person, how come your values feel more like those of a Black Marsh resident?"

"But since you said it might cause trouble, I'll just put them away."

As Fern spoke, she prepared to put the trophies away.

But Lin Yu gently pressed down on her hand.

"No, leave them out. I'm looking forward to facing off against those so-called powerful warriors in this current Glory Festival," Lin Yu said calmly. "As for that 'humiliation' talk earlier, that was actually a joke."

Fern looked Lin Yu's poker face up and down, speaking in surprise.

"You actually make jokes too, how strange!"

Lin Yu made a weird expression, like a stoic character trying hard to curl the corners of his mouth upward.

"Actually, where I come from, I'm considered the type with a relatively rich sense of humor."

"Ha, then you must come from a place where telling jokes is illegal," Fern said with a wave of her hand. "And it feels like the sentencing would be very heavy!"