Traveling through the game world, starting out as a third-rate villain

“There are no such people anymore.”

Watching his leaving figure, those words echoed in Ethan's mind. That lonely figure and the emotion in his eyes lingered in his mind.

A feeling of frustration and worry mixed in his heart. He knew Morse had his reasons for hiding his emotions and maintaining that calm mask. But his answer to that question... revealed something unusual.

"To be honest, I asked this question without expecting an answer."

Thinking about how his niece almost died at that time, Ethan couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He had never experienced the pain of losing a loved one, so he was afraid of that feeling.

He wanted to be with his niece at all times, and he was sure his aunt felt the same way.

"Is this how Morse feels? Did he lose someone close to him?"

The thought swirled in his mind, replaying their conversation. He saw the vulnerability in Morse's response, a pain that was not willing to be shared.

Why was he so closed off? What had happened? And what prompted him to give such a blunt and sad answer to that question?

"well......"

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a mixture of frustration and determination.

"Morse is right, we're not close. Sigh...what a complicated guy."

Ethan sighed and walked slowly back to the training area. He realized that he couldn't force Morse to open up, just as he couldn't force his own emotions to calm down.

The fear of losing a loved one was a heavy burden, and he was only now beginning to understand it.

Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice called him. "Hey, Ethan!"

He turned around and saw Lucas and Julia approaching him with their usual enthusiasm. The twin brother and sister, with the same smile, started their lively activities again.

"It seems like you've gotten lost in your own world again. We've called you four times." Lucas said with a mischievous smile.

Ethan smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I guess I was distracted."

Julia raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking about? You've been acting a little strange lately."

Ethan hesitated, then decided to share a little. "Well..."

Lucas chimed in with an understanding tone. "I see. It's about Jane, right? Is she okay?"

Ethan nodded, a mixture of relief and worry written all over his face. "Pretty much. She said she's fine, but I'm still worried."

Julia sighed dramatically and shook her head. "Oh... it's no use worrying about her like that. You're not helping her by worrying about her like that."

"I know." Ethan smiled shyly.

Snap

A familiar rough palm slapped his back again. Although the stinging feeling was familiar, Ethan did not refute this time.

"Go get something to eat. It's my treat today," Julia announced cheerfully. Her intentions were obvious, and Ethan was grateful for her kindness. "Maybe you can chat about that depressed guy while you're at it."

Ethan just smiled at Julia's joke without correcting her. This kind of light conversation and banter was exactly what he needed at the moment.

So the three of them left the training ground together. As they walked together, Ethan felt a sense of warmth, reminding him that he was not alone.

......

“There are no such people anymore.”

Ethan was not the only one who heard this. There was another person who was also listening to the conversation between Ethan and Morse.

'Does this have anything to do with his emotions?'

She was getting ready to leave, as a healer she usually finished her training earlier than everyone else so her 'body' couldn't keep up.

Just as she was about to leave, she overheard the conversation, which immediately aroused her interest. The always radiant Ethan now looked troubled and emotionally confused.

This made her curious, because she had never seen Ethan so worried before. But what he said next caught her off guard.

'There aren't any more of them, eh?' She saw the emotion in Morse's eyes as she heard this. The emotion that consumed him briefly broke through his cold exterior, and she could feel it.

'Something must have happened in his past. ' She couldn't help but wonder what it was.

But just then, she heard a call.

"Hey, Sylvie, what are your plans for today?" Her friend looked at her with a smile. "If you're free, do you want to go out after class?"

This suggestion seemed good to her. She had been busy with clubs and homework over the past week and had little time to relax.

She was gradually feeling tired and wanted to relieve some stress. "That sounds good." Sylvie smiled slightly, feeling her own tiredness starting to find her. "It just so happens that I need to rest for a while."

However, she didn't want to hear what came next.

Her friend's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, "Great! There's a party at the college today. It's hosted by the Gourmet Club, and I heard they've prepared some amazing dishes. Also, some handsome seniors will be attending."

Sylvie refused without hesitation. Although going out with friends to relax sounded tempting, a party with those boys did not meet her relaxation needs.

As a good-looking girl, she had of course been asked out by some guys. However, as someone who could sense other people's inner emotions, she could sense the ugly emotions hidden in those guys.

Ugly might be an exaggeration, but that was not what she liked. She knew the hidden lust of those people, and she preferred romantic contact.

Moreover, when she heard the word 'party', a person's face appeared in her mind, making her even more uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your suggestion." Sylvie said politely but carefully. "But you know I'm not interested in parties. I just don't like those kinds of occasions."

Her friend's smile wavered slightly, but she remained undeterred. "Come on, Sylvie. Something interesting might happen! And there will be handsome seniors. You never know, you might meet someone you like."

For some reason, Sylvie felt a wave of dark emotions, but they quickly disappeared.

She shook her head, her face full of determination. "I really appreciate it, but I'm not planning on dating anyone right now. Partying isn't really my style."

Her friend sighed, obviously disappointed, but still hopeful. "Well, if you change your mind, remember to let me know. You're always welcome to join us."

Understanding that Sylvie wasn't going to change her mind, her friend turned to talk about her other plans for the day.

"Then let's study together after class, how about that?"

"Okay, okay, keep studying..."

......

“Tsk,” I muttered in frustration, frowning as I looked around the training ground in front of me.

The air was filled with traces of battle, the result of my intense training.

Arrows were scattered everywhere, the remnants of my magic filled the air, and the ground was also left with traces of my unremitting efforts. Although the traces of my efforts were everywhere, I still felt unsatisfied.

"I need to figure out how to use my powers more effectively," I muttered in dissatisfaction, my temper growing more intense.

The image of the demon contractor still lingered in my mind, constantly reminding me of my own shortcomings. Even the previous conversation with Ethan crept into my thoughts, making me begin to question my response.

“Why did I respond like that? Am I being childish?” I asked myself, a rare feeling of weakness creeping in. That impulsive response was so uncharacteristic of me that it made me uneasy.

Bang

I slammed my fist into the wall, and a sharp pain shot through my palm. "What's wrong with me? I'm enjoying this meaningless conversation now?" I muttered in frustration, blaming myself for letting these distracting thoughts occupy my mind.

Bang

Another punch, releasing the pent-up frustration. "I have no right to dwell on these trivialities," I scolded myself harshly, my voice firm, criticizing my own weakness.

Bang

Another punch, each one an attempt to calm the strange emotions in my heart. "Stop it, idiot. Get back on track and remember why you are here. How are you going to face her when you see her again?" I reminded myself, the pain in my hand becoming a constant reminder of my goal.

As the pain came, I forced myself to stand up and hold the bow tightly. I pulled the arrow and the familiar weight of the weapon brought me some comfort.

With emotions in my heart, I started a new round of training, focusing on shooting skills.

Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as the mysterious man who appeared in my recurring dreams. Every movement was precise, every arrow was well thought out, and the image in my dream seemed to be getting closer and closer to me.

This time, I felt like I was getting closer to the way the figure moved. Slowly, I was improving. My stunts were starting to make sense.

whoosh

Arrow after arrow. Today's training is not just about bow and arrow. I plan to challenge a more difficult fighting method.

A way to constantly switch weapons during combat. Because my profession is [Weapon Master], I am proficient in many weapons, and I need to maximize their advantages.

Even though my body isn't very strong in close combat, I should still be able to use weapons perfectly, whether my body supports it or not.

As the training continued, my senses became sharper and my awareness expanded to the world around me.

The training grounds seem to be filled with simulated monsters, each a product of the training system. These constructs are powerful opponents designed to challenge the students of each academy.

Whoosh

I fired an arrow and hit the bird-like monster right in the eye.

hack

Then I changed to a dagger and slashed at the greyhound monster.

Bang Bang

As the two monsters fell to the ground, I observed my performance.

'It's difficult to use a bow and a dagger at the same time.'

Due to the special structure of the bow, it is even more difficult to switch quickly. If it were a gun, it would be possible, but it is not easy with a bow.

'But I'm still making progress.'

At least, that's my training for the future.

Just like that, I switched from bow to dagger seamlessly, but the fight with the monster made me realize that my movements were not as smooth as I imagined.

I try to make everything as perfect as that figure, but it's hard.

I trained until night, and when I was about to leave the training ground, I suddenly felt several people leaving the training ground. Not just one, but three people.

Ethan, Irina, and Julia. I saw the protagonists walking forward while smiling.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, it's effective to release stress through training."

"Indeed. Thank you."

"If you want to thank me, treat me to a meal next time."

"Tsk... Julia, you're so stingy."

"I am not."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Seeing them like this, I realized that Ethan was trying to relax himself.

'But that's not my business.'

And so, I returned to my room...