I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

He skillfully categorized the collected materials and placed them into different oilcloth bags or storage containers.

"These are the core remnants of undead monsters like demons and ghosts; they are the most difficult to obtain and also the most valuable."

It can be used to formulate advanced anti-paralysis or protective negative energy agents, and it also seems to be a key consumable for certain special customers' rituals.

It must be sealed in a special container; it dissipates quickly outside the container, and direct contact may even erode the mind.

He shook the bottle, and the dark substance inside glowed faintly.

"Remember," Griffin concluded, "the Adventurers' Guild usually rejects these kinds of undead materials, and they're hard to sell on the regular market."

Specific channels must be used. Care must be taken when handling this.

Xia Lin nodded earnestly, keeping these valuable experiences from those who had gone before in mind.

"Next," Druid Griffin finished collecting materials, straightened up to rest for a while, and rubbed his slightly sore shoulders.

"There is another 'income' that is not very stable, but sometimes yields good returns."

He looked toward the direction from which the ghouls were surging from the depths of the woods.

"Like many monsters with a concept of burrows, ghouls sometimes pile up 'loot' in their burrows or strongholds."

It might be the tattered equipment of an unfortunate victim, or a few unused gold coins; with luck, you might even find gems or something similar.

Hearing that there might be unexpected wealth, Xia Lin's mind started to wander.

In a shady spot, in a natural depression formed by rock crevices and tangled tree roots that exuded an even stronger smell of decay, they found their target.

There were indeed some things scattered inside.

Several pieces of leather armor, rusted and filthy, and broken weapons.

A shriveled, old leather money pouch, seemingly torn by sharp teeth, yielded only three gold coins with badly worn edges when emptied.

As for gems or any decent magical items? Not even a trace.

Druid Griffin kicked at the trash and shook his head: "Look at how poor they are, these guys are probably newcomers who have just moved to this area and haven't had time to accumulate any wealth yet."

And judging from this situation, their previous prey seemed to be poorer than us.

With their hopes of getting rich dashed, the two had no choice but to return to the group dejectedly with their meager coin harvest.

After collecting all the valuable materials, the group gathered the remains of the ghouls and demons in an open space.

The old pastor, Farr, stepped forward, his expression solemn.

He raised the holy emblem and recited a long, peaceful prayer, his voice filled with comfort and purification.

The soft, milky-white holy light, like warm spring water, slowly washed over the pile of twisted wreckage.

Wherever the light reached, the lingering evil intent clinging to the wreckage and the nauseating stench of the dead melted away little by little, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, turning into wisps of faint black smoke and dissipating.

In the end, only relatively "clean" organic matter that no longer emits evil energy remains.

"Burn it," said the old pastor, Far, sounding somewhat weary.

Ward nodded, threw the prepared accelerant up, lit the torch, and tossed it in.

Orange flames rose and crackled, engulfing the purified remains.

In the end, it turned into a pile of charred ashes, merging with the forest soil.

As night deepened, a campfire was lit in a relatively clean clearing in the woods, dispelling the chill and the unease brought by the darkness.

Sitting alone by the campfire, in the flickering firelight, Xia Lin carefully wiped the short spear that had played a crucial role in the battle just now with a clean, soft cloth.

The filth and bits of flesh were wiped away little by little, revealing the cold, sharp edge of the metal once again, reflecting the flickering flames and occasionally flashing with a cold light.

However, no matter how much he wiped it, a faint, putrid odor emanating from the ghoul always lingered on the spear.

The latter stubbornly remains in the metallic texture and is difficult to remove.

Moreover, several shallow white scratches appeared on the spear shaft after it clashed head-on with the claws of the black elite ghoul.

It seems I'll have to trouble the dwarf blacksmith again when I get back to town.

Xia Lin ran her fingers over the scratches, pondering to herself.

This new companion was damaged in its first hard battle, and it will take the skillful hands and fire of the dwarven blacksmith to restore it to its best condition and wipe away the "gifts" from the dead.

Xia Lin's thoughts were not entirely on the short spear that needed maintenance at the moment.

Under the guise of bending down to wipe his weapon, he quietly brought up the attribute panel that only he could see.

My gaze swept over the familiar basic attributes, finally settling on a newly appeared piece of text below:

[Temporary Status: Hypersensory Killing Intent]

A special skill forged through an extremely focused offensive will is like an unsharpened weapon just beginning to show its cold gleam.

Effect: A strong killing intent lock that can cause temporary mental pressure and slowed action on a specific target (the intensity and range of the effect are related to one's own willpower and the target's mental resistance).

Status: Temporarily activated, not yet stable. This temporary trait can only be converted into a permanent skill after advancing to a full-fledged professional.

"Super-sensory killing intent..." Xia Lin murmured to himself, unconsciously slowing down his movements as he wiped the spear tip.

The final scene of his life-or-death struggle with that black elite ghoul was vividly clear in his mind.

It wasn't just that it seized the opportunity when it was attacked by the short spear and then interfered with by Woody.

When he decided to launch that sudden thrust from the sky, concentrating all his spirit and killing intent at the tip of his sword, he clearly "sense" it.

His own intentions seemed to transform into an invisible, oppressive needle, piercing the monster's consciousness first.

Although extremely brief, a moment of stiffness and confusion did flash in the other party's scarlet eyes, and their movements froze for a barely perceptible but potentially fatal time.

It was that slight hesitation that made the potentially fatal stab, which could have been dodged or deflected, incredibly precise and pierce the vital point.

"It's not about inflicting direct harm, but rather a kind of...control? Or rather, preemptive psychological pressure?"

Xia Lin savored the mysterious feeling she had just experienced.

This specialty is more like the application of killing intent, a technique that materializes one's own fighting will to interfere with or even temporarily "freeze" the opponent's mind.

The effect may be particularly pronounced when facing enemies who rely on instinct or have a weakness for fear.

Based on the fragmented information she had gathered from the dwarf Peter, Captain Targen, and even the Adventurers' Guild, Xia Lin gained a clearer understanding of her current situation.

This is probably... a sign that you've reached the edge of your own career path.

Just like the dwarf Pete once lamented, "a half-professional."

After countless adventurers have been tempered by life and death, they glimpse a unique "possibility" under certain circumstances.

My current situation is somewhat similar to the "free trial qualification" offered by some services in my previous life.