Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world-Chapter 34: What the hell

Horrifying cries of monsters howling in pain echoed in the distance. Fiona, armed with a sharp sword in her hands, ruthlessly slayed all the monsters that tried to get close to her young master.

Her blade flashed through the forest like lightning, easily cleaving apart the monster's steel-hard body into two parts. Her blade danced like a phantom, striking before the beasts even realized they had lost their limbs.

The ground looked like a green carpet that had been decorated with crimson flowers.

She also couldn't escape unscathed. Fiona's brand new armor was dyed with the crimson blood of monsters; long tendrils of blood-red lines like dancing snakes flowed down her waist. She wiped the bloodstains on her face with a handkerchief and bent down to pick up the shiny crystals from the ground.

Dawn was sitting on a tree branch with his legs dangling in the air; he was lost in his own world.

With a dazed look in his eyes, he looked at the milky white river above his head. The river majestically hovered over him, leaving him slightly unsettled.

"Standing on the shoulders of giants!"

This was the sentence that could perfectly describe how Dawn felt about his newly learned skill.

Legends had it, there existed a vast and elusive river in the cosmos, recording all the major events that an individual experiences in their lifetime.

Their sorrow when they lose their loved ones, their joy at winning a lottery in life, all the knowledge that they had amassed in their lifetime—nobody knew why these rivers existed and what their purpose was.

However, when the second-generation family head of the Skylar family came to know about this river, he was hit with inspiration and created a technique that defied all laws.

A technique that allowed future generations to experience all the experiences and knowledge that their ancestors had gained on the path of growing stronger.

The most dreadful thing about this technique was that the more time passed, the more profound this technique became.

Can you imagine thousands upon thousands of years of individual efforts, all of them at your disposal?

It truly was a technique that would benefit all generations to come.

While Dawn was thinking, a question suddenly popped up in his head.

Just how intelligent did one have to be to create such an intricate technique?

In the next moment, a question that left him speechless appeared in his head.

"Why isn't everyone in the Skylar family practicing this technique?"

If Dawn could think of this point, his father could naturally think of this too.

Suddenly, a look of solemnity appeared in his eyes. From his perspective, the Skylar family seemed to be covered in a thick fog that made it difficult for Dawn to understand anything about them.

While Dawn was thinking, Fiona walked closer and spoke.

Her lips seemed to be curling upwards to form a small smile; it appeared she was enjoying her time out of the Skylar family mansion.

"Young master, take this Strength Crystal."

Hearing her soft, sonorous voice, Dawn came out of his daydreaming and shook his head to firmly deny.

"How can I take the fruits of your labor?" Dawn said with an upright expression on his face while playing with the wooden sword in his hand.

Of course, he was just acting; to him, these crystals belonging to low Iron grade monsters were just worthless, so he might as well use them to earn some good points in Fiona's book.

Hearing her little young master's righteous words, Fiona was momentarily speechless.

Fiona looked at the tiny figure before her, momentarily speechless. She had seen nobles hoard riches like dragons, yet this child refused something so small. Was this what made great men?

Is this the difference between people? How noble of him.

She was sure if it was someone else, they would have already snatched the crystals from her hand.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and looked towards the sky; the sun was already high up.

"Young master, it's getting late, we should head back."

Without them even realizing, hours had passed and it was time to head back home.

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This time Dawn didn't refute but nodded his head. He also didn't feel comfortable staying in this forest any longer; a suffocating feeling seemed to be filling his heart when he gazed deeper into the abyss. His Superhero Danger sense skill vibrated whenever he turned his gaze towards the forest, as if some monster was eyeing him.

The deeper he looked into the trees, the darker they seemed to grow—as if the forest itself was swallowing light.

Although the Forest was filled with numerous trashy Iron grade monsters, he couldn't deny the possibility of a Gold grade king silently watching.

So after deciding to head back, he directly jumped from the branch. Because of the sudden fall, his hair seemed to want to fly out towards the sky.

The wind howled loudly beside his ear, sounding like the cries of an angry, resentful ghost. The sudden fall caused his heart to feel slightly disoriented; however, he wasn't worried about his safety—first because he could fly, and secondly...

Dawn blinked his large eyes, looking at the ground moving closer to his body.

Just as his body was about to hit the ground, a soft willow-like hand suddenly grabbed him, making his body come to an abrupt stop.

"Young master, please take your safety seriously. You are no longer a child."

Fiona's eyes were filled with seriousness as she solemnly said.

Dawn had the urge to roll his eyes at her words. What did you mean, woman... I am no longer a child? Then what do you think I am? For the gods' sake, I had just turned a year old just a month ago.

Fiona started walking away while carrying Dawn in her hands, his figure dangling in mid-air.

Just as she was about to take another step, Fiona's figure stiffened, and her beautiful little nose scrunched slightly as if she had just smelled something disgusting.

"Such a strong smell of hatred..." Fiona's expression darkened. It wasn't just anger. This was something deeper. Older. A hatred so intense, it had seeped into the very air itself.

Just as he raised his head to look up, Dawn heard her muttering.

"What did you mean by the smell of hatred?" Dawn thought with narrowed eyes.

Can you even smell such a thing?

Just as he was about to ask her why she stopped, Dawn's ears twitched.

"Help..."

Loud sounds of weapons clashing came from the distance; someone seemed to be fighting up ahead.

He immediately lost interest; it was just some people fighting.

Anyway, he had nothing to do with it; after all, he wasn't a hero who needed to save everyone.

Just as his thoughts reached that conclusion—DING! A blue window slammed into his vision like a fist, and Dawn's entire body stiffened. His carefree attitude froze solid. Just what the hell...?