I am the Enchantress!

Wilder didn't want to look at the stars anymore.

Is the system on more than one page?

It feels like discovering there are more questions on the back of the exam paper when it's almost over, except one is a shock and the other is a pleasant surprise.

He tried to move his mind, and the semi-transparent panel slid to the next page.

Then it slid back.

Okay, only two pages.

Returning to his personal attributes panel, he examined it carefully.

All attributes are 8, which doesn't seem too bad, at least it's not a standard weakling.

There are two more assignable attributes...

Having played many Western fantasy games in his previous life, he knew that the most important attribute for a mage was [Intelligence], and the description on the panel seemed to convey the same meaning.

He tried to use his intellect.

+1.

[Intelligence]: 9

There was still a little left, but he wasn't in a hurry to add it.

The "Specialty" option at the end of the panel caught his eye, but he hasn't selected it yet.

The first one can be eliminated immediately.

Mages shouldn't worry about being able to withstand beatings; there's not much difference between being half-dead and being two-thirds dead.

The second one is pretty good; those two attribute points are invaluable.

And the third one...

[Actor]: Charm +1. For a certain period of time, your words and actions will always convince others.

interesting.

It may not be strong in combat, but it might have unexpected effects in other situations.

Wilder was a typical farm boy.

Eighteen years ago, he was born in a small village on the outskirts of Tiewen Town. Like all the children in the village, he began to learn how to cultivate the land from his father when he was seven years old and could pick up a hoe.

Wilder had never considered becoming an adventurer until three years ago, during a busy farming season, he looked up and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, when he suddenly saw a glimmer of light moving through the air.

As fine as a hair, as light as a wisp of smoke, bright and shimmering.

He thought he had an eye disease, but doctors couldn't cure him. Finally, a bard passing through the village solved his problem.

"That's a magical network. The fact that you can see the faint light means you have the potential to become a mage."

The bard sighed, "What a pity, he only has talent."

The Wilder family has never produced an adventurer, but even if they haven't eaten pork, they've seen pigs run. They know that being a mage is the most expensive profession among all adventurers.

A family that rarely eats meat cannot afford to raise a mage.

So Wilde continued to farm in the village.

Over three years, he managed to scrape together two cheap spell scrolls and stumbled through mastering the [Greasy Spell] and [Foot Oil Spell].

This time, it was during the off-season for farming, so I came to the Adventurers' Guild in town to take on my first mission.

Given the original owner's conditions, the path of becoming a mage would inevitably be long and arduous.

Therefore, Wilder, who has traveled through time, does not intend to become a full-time mage.

Considering this, the specialty of being an actor becomes particularly attractive.

In his previous life, he was still an ordinary staff member even when he was over thirty years old, because he was not good at flattery and persuasion, and could not convince his superiors and colleagues.

With this expertise, plus the experience from my previous life, how could I not thrive in this world?

Having made up his mind, Wilder stared at the [Actor] option and pondered for a moment.

Unlock the [Actor] specialization.

+1.

【Charm】: 9

Wilder's mind raced again.

+1.

【Charm】: 10

Since acting skills increase charm, charm must also benefit this skill, so I simply added the remaining attribute points to it as well.

nailed it.

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief, blinked to make the system panel disappear, and prepared to take a nap.

After I finish my mission tomorrow, I'll go back to the Adventurers' Guild and try my luck finding a 9-to-5 job...

A gentle breeze brushed against my nose, carrying the unique dampness and faint scent of the forest...

A fishy or foul smell?

It smells fishy and foul!

Before he could react, Cyrion roared by the campfire, shattering the midnight silence:

"On alert! Enemy attack!!!"

As he shouted, Cyrion strode toward the campfire, grabbed a wooden shield from his sleeping mat, and with his other hand, he instinctively drew a short sword from his waist.

"roar!"

The dwarf Gru, who was still murmuring about his mother in his sleep a moment ago, roared and rolled off his sleeping mat, gripping the long-handled battle axe that was almost as tall as him.

Lyle, who had been leaning against the tree trunk, had long since disappeared; only the rustling sound of the tree canopy could be heard.

Wilder was the slowest to react.

During the three days he spent in this world, he secretly tried to cast two oil-based spells, but practice can never compare to real combat.

At that moment, his mind went blank, and he didn't even have the thought of immediately making a run for it.

The sounds from the bushes opposite gradually drew closer, and a ghostly green pupil gleamed in the darkness, slowly revealing its form in the glow of the campfire.

Dog-headed man.

They are commonly found near dungeons or dragon lairs, and occasionally in forests and valleys.

It is small in stature, with dark brown scales and a long tail, resembling a hybrid of a lizard and a dog.

They have weak individual combat capabilities and often rely on numbers to win.

Six or seven kobolds, brandishing rusty short spears and bone knives, roared as they leaped out of the bushes and bared their teeth as they charged madly toward the camp.

The battle is imminent!

"What a stroke of luck! These bastards came knocking on our door!"

Cyrion, who was in the lead, was ready, his large shield firmly holding back the three kobolds that were the first to rush in.

He flicked his wrist, and his one-handed sword pierced the side of the shield, precisely striking the throat of a kobold. The monster howled and fell to the ground.

"There are quite a few of them. We're going to make a fortune this time!" Gru swung his long axe and swept it out.

"call out!"

Lyle's arrow was clearly faster, shooting silently from the dark canopy and striking the kobold in front of Gru precisely through its head.

"cut."

Gru snorted, seemingly annoyed at having his kill stolen, and then vented his anger on another kobold.

The heavy axe blade, carrying immense force, cleaved the kobold in two at the waist. Dodging another attack, the axe swung down with a backhand stroke, smashing the monster's head to pieces.

The dwarves' war cries echoed through the forest.

Before Wilder could make a move, his teammates had already taken down the first wave of Kobolds.

But it's not over yet.

Then more kobolds emerged from the bushes than the first wave, numbering at least twenty.

"We've stirred up a kobold's den!" Cyrion brandished his greatsword, repelling three kobolds as he retreated, thrusting with his one-handed sword. "Gru, don't go any further! Gather the kobolds in the clearing around the campfire!"

"Lyle shoots arrows to spur the kobolds behind him forward!"

Finally, he glanced back at Wilder: "Wilder, prepare your grease spell. Let's wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

The tactics are simple yet highly effective.

As Gru retreated and Lyle drove them away with his arrows, a total of thirty kobolds were gathered in the open space in front of the campfire.

Cyrion's large shield blocked the way, and the veins on his arms were bulging.

"Wilder! Hurry!!!"

Wilder took a deep breath and finally came to his senses.

Holding my breath, I felt a cool sensation at my fingertips, followed by a faint glow.

About ten seconds later, he gently pointed towards the kobolds, and a semi-transparent grease appeared silently in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

The grease all fell off.

The kobolds below didn't have time to react; they all slipped and fell, kicking and screaming wildly on the oily noodles, unable to get up no matter what they did.

"pretty!"

Cyrion roared, raising his great shield high, "Close the net!!!"