Martial Online.



After filling up his health, Ambrose's broken body finished healing.

He still missed both of his legs.

The village doctor was stunned as he stood on the side.

'The players are truly monsters!'

Creak—the door opened, and Zhen came running in, carrying a wooden handbag filled with medicines.

"I brought the medicine!" He shouted.

The village doctor then shook his head and pointed at the bed. "Don't need them anymore.

"Huh?" Zhen looked towards the bed, at first thinking that the young man had died, but shockingly, he was sitting with his body in perfect condition!

"Ambrose, you are alright!" He put the wooden handbag away and walked beside the bed. "Congratulations for passing the test."

"Oh, I passed it?" Ambrose chuckled. "I thought I failed."

"It was very close." Zhen said and pressed his index and thumb fingers together, only leaving a small gap between them. "It was this close that you were too late."

"Mm." Ambrose nodded and leaned against the wall, a relieved expression on his face. 'The Kill skill worked differently this time around.'

'Its focus was different this time around. Instead of killing everyone around, it focused on passing the test, which was my greatest desire at that moment.

'I suppose this skill indeed has a mind of its own and can be controlled.'

Creak—the door again opened and wrinkly-faced old man walked in.

"Grandmaster!" The village doctor bowed.

Zhen turned around and bowed humbly.

"Nn." The Wisdom King nodded and walked over to Ambrose. "You did it."

"Seems so." Ambrose smiled. "Remember our promise?"

The Wisdom King looked at Zhen and the village doctor, signaling them to move out of the house for the time being.

They nodded and left the cottage.

"Here." The Wisdom King pulled out a badge from his robes and gave it to the young man. "If you show this badge to the person guarding the arc-shaped entrance, they will let you in."

Ambrose nodded. "I'll come back as soon as possible."

"No need." The Wisdom King said and crossed his arms behind his back. "I am done training you."

"Huh, what?" Ambrose's eyes shrank. "If this is about me leaving the training constantly, I promise this is the last time!"

"No." The Wisdom King shook his head. "You passed the test. Remember what I said to you back then?"

'If you reach the end of the chamber, there is nothing left I can teach you.' Ambrose remembered his words clearly, but he shook his head unwillingly.

"I am still weak. My swordsmanship is dull, and my skills are lacking!" Ambrose groaned and would've stood up if he had his legs. "I only passed the test because I abused the player mechanics!"

"Heh." The Wisdom King shook his head with a smile on his face. "That test was never meant to test your swordsmanship. You may still have a lot to learn, but learning that from me just hinders your progress.

"You have to learn it by yourself."

"B-but how." Ambrose shook his head with a confused expression. "I... I don't know where to begin."

"Here." The Wisdom King removed the heavy bag from his back and dropped it beside the bed. "I left some notes there. They'll help you in your way."

Ambrose nodded silently.

The Wisdom King turned around and walked over to the door with a sense of sadness in his step.

"Thank you..."

"Huh?" The Wisdom King turned back to Ambrose but saw him sitting with eyes closed, not willing to speak any further.

"You're welcome, brat." He whispered under his breath and then left the cottage.

"Ngh..." Ambrose opened his eyes. "What will I do now? I suppose my next destination is Yatagarasu, but what next..."

He shook his head and removed the blanket that covered his legless legs.

He reached out to the inventory, pulled out Restoration Gel, and spread it on the stumps where his legs used to be.

Almost instantly, a strange slimy feeling began spreading across his thighs.

It took nearly a minute for his legs to restore their previous shape.

After that, he touched his bald head, thinking that there was hair left.

Accidentally, he spilled a little bit of the Restoration Gel on his bald head, and suddenly, warmth began spreading across his scalp.

"Huh?"

Feeling strange, he touched his head, imagining feeling his bald scalp again, but shockingly, he was touching very flushy hair!

He couldn't believe it, but the Restoration Gel had actually regrown his hair!

"It even works with hair..." He let out a laugh, grabbed a small handheld mirror from a nearby desk, and looked at himself.

The hair looked brilliant and very healthy.

It actually increased Ambrose's attractiveness.

Instead of his hair being shoulder-length, it was now shorter and styled in a trendy, modern way.

Creak—the door opened, and Zhen returned with the village doctor.

They let out simultaneous exclamations.

They at first thought that a stranger was now sitting on the bed, but after a closer look, they realized that he was actually Ambrose, whose legs and hair had miraculously regrown!

"I am not going to even ask how." Zhen held his head, feeling a headache already.

Same with the village doctor. He was already numb with shock.

"Heh." Ambrose chuckled and stood up from the bed, then stretched his limbs, but then felt something amiss.

He looked down at his waist, and shockingly, his swords were missing!

"My swords, where are they?!" He asked anxiously.

"Relax, boy." The village doctor walked behind the bed, grabbed two Black Swords from under the bed, and put them down on the bed.

Ambrose let out a breath of relief and took them before storing them back in his inventory.

"What did the grandmaster say?" Zhen sat on the bed and asked.

"He is done training me." Ambrose said and looked at the bag. "I will now leave the village."

"I see..." Zhen inhaled the cold air. "You completed his training in a matter of weeks, and I had trained under his guidance since I was eight years old, and my training is still not over..."

"I don't think my training is over, but according to him, I should roam the world." Ambrose picked up the bag and noticed that his inventory was too full for him to store it all.

'I need to sell some of my items soon.'

"You finished the test. It's no wonder..." Zhen then stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. "Good luck, Brother Honorable."

"Honorable?" Ambrose frowned and shook his hand.

"He gave you the badge, correct?"

Ambrose pulled out the badge from his pocket and showed it.

"This is a badge of the Honorable." Zhen said. "Everyone who completes the test is allowed to become Honorable. Now you are at the same status as me."

"Oh..." Ambrose clenched it tight and stored it in his inventory. "I see now."

He then turned to look at Zhen, smiled, and patted his shoulder. "Thanks for letting me stay at your house!"

"No problem." Zhen shook his head with a smile. "Carry the name of the Honorable with pride. I hope I'll hear from you via newspapers and hear good things!"

"Haha." Ambrose wryly smiled. "I feel like the things you'll hear won't be nice."

"Haha, so be it." Zhen nodded his head. "I'll trust in your judgment."

Ambrose did the final farewells with Zhen, who then left the cottage to return to the temple to finish the ceremony.

As Zhen walked away, Ambrose thanked the village doctor and left the cottage.

He then saw the bright blue sky with the sun shining brightly overhead.

'It's still not noon. I should have enough time to reach Yatagarasu and find Bella if she is still there.'