Chapter Thirteen: Entering the Forest of Magical Beasts, the Raven Warrior Levels Up!

The terrain of the Beast Forest was rather complex. Furthermore, with towering trees everywhere, visibility was severely obstructed. Monsters often lay in ambush within the dense foliage, making it easy to fall prey to a surprise attack. Traversing the Beast Forest was, therefore, extremely dangerous. Most adventurers dared not enter its depths to hunt monsters.

Fortunately, a map of the Beast Forest was gradually taking shape in Yang Feng’s mind, granting him an intimate understanding of its layout. To ensure his safety, Yang Feng summoned all his Raven Warriors. Once materialized, the Raven Warriors began systematically exterminating the monsters. With each kill, Yang Feng gained experience and collected various materials.

For most adventurers, leveling up was a formidable challenge; no one had ever advanced as easily as Yang Feng. Even a mage’s mental strength was finite, and prolonged spellcasting taxed the mind greatly. Warriors, too, would tire after extended combat. Thus, any class would eventually need to pause and recover. But the Raven Warriors required no such respite; as long as they lived, they could fight on endlessly.

“Strange… are there no monsters left?” Yang Feng looked around carefully and realized that all the monsters within a hundred meters had been wiped out in less than an hour. With little choice, he ventured deeper into the forest, moving farther from the Eastern Sea. As he progressed, the monsters he encountered became increasingly powerful—not only level ten beasts, but also level eleven, twelve, and even thirteen.

Yet for Yang Feng, none posed a significant threat. At most, he would merely spend a bit more time. After all, the Raven Warriors were an aerial force; if they couldn’t win, they could always escape. Leading twenty Raven Warriors, Yang Feng swept through the forest unimpeded, with scarcely a monster able to halt his advance.

By noon, he had already reached level ten, just a hair’s breadth away from level eleven. Meanwhile, his mental strength continued to climb, allowing him to summon nearly thirty Raven Warriors. Thirty Raven Warriors, forming an entire raven legion, rampaged through the Beast Forest.

“Once I reach level ten, I’ll be able to learn new skills!” he mused. “It’s a pity that to do so, I’ll need to acquire skill scrolls. Fortunately, as a Cursed One, I possess innate skills—and they’re quite formidable.”

“Though I lack new abilities for now, it doesn’t hinder my advancement.” After changing class, every adventurer could learn new skills at level ten. There were three ways to do this. The first was through innate skills—abilities granted by one’s class. The second was through instruction from a mentor. However, since Yang Feng was the sole hidden-class Cursed One, he had no teacher. The third method was to acquire skill books—either as monster drops or by purchase.

Obtaining a skill book from a monster drop was exceedingly rare. Of course, one could always buy them at the Trading Hall, but skill books were exorbitant; even the cheapest cost ten thousand Daxia coins. More importantly, each class required different books. As the world’s only Cursed One, Yang Feng would find it nearly impossible to purchase the appropriate skill book. If he bought one he couldn’t use, the money would be wasted.

As Yang Feng pondered this, a sudden flash of white light enveloped him—he had reached level eleven!

[Name: Yang Feng]
[Class: Cursed One (Sole Hidden Class)]
[Level: 11]
[Stamina: 150]
[Speed: 150]
[Mental Strength: 400]
[Strength: 150]
[Equipment: Zephyr Boots]
[Summoning Skill: Raven Warrior (up to 40)]
[Innate Skills: Raven’s Tongue, Poisonous Speech]

Yang Feng reviewed his personal stats. With the latest level-up, his attributes had increased, especially his mental strength, which now totaled 400—enabling him to summon forty Raven Warriors.

“I remember our instructor said that after level ten, adventurers experience a significant boost in their personal stats. Since I’m a Cursed One, my mental strength grows the fastest!” Gazing at his stats, Yang Feng was elated. His power had grown substantially; he could now summon forty Raven Warriors instead of thirty.

At the same time, the Raven Warriors themselves had advanced in rank. Once mere level two Raven Warriors, they were now level three. Unable to restrain his excitement, Yang Feng summoned a level three Raven Warrior. The most striking change—its feathers had turned pure white, and its combat prowess had increased dramatically.

[Level Three Raven Warrior]
[Attack Power: 3000]
[Defense: 2000]
[Speed: 4000]
[Stamina: 2000]
[Skill: Arrow of Feathers]
[Arrow of Feathers (Level 1): Launches feathers as projectiles, dealing damage to the target. Cooldown: three minutes.]

Compared to its predecessor, the level three Raven Warrior was far more formidable and boasted a new skill: Arrow of Feathers.

“Arrow of Feathers? That sounds intriguing!” As the name implied, the Raven Warrior could launch its feathers like deadly arrows. The Raven Warriors were already akin to fighter jets—now, with Arrow of Feathers, they wielded missiles. With his current strength, Yang Feng could handle any beast below level fifteen with ease.

For most adventurers, defeating monsters above their level was a difficult feat. But for Yang Feng, it was trivial.

Just as Yang Feng was contemplating this, an unexpected event occurred.

Whoosh!

A dagger shot toward him. Yang Feng swiftly dodged, evading the attack.

[Warning! Warning!]
[Host is under attack. Combat mode activated!]

In that instant, the system’s voice resounded in Yang Feng’s mind. The level three Raven Warrior immediately readied itself for battle. At the same time, a short, stocky man emerged from the trees. Yang Feng glanced at him, recognizing him as an assassin.

The man threw Yang Feng a single glance, then quickly turned and fled. Moments later, several others appeared in hot pursuit. One brandished an axe—a warrior, clearly. Another wielded a staff, marking him as a mage. Both men shot Yang Feng a brief look, ignored him, and then dashed after the retreating assassin.