Atai'er seemed to have anticipated it.
He walked to Eric's side, picked up the dagger, and said, "This dagger is called 'Vigorous Death-Thorn'. It has a curse of instant death effect, and even an undead will perish instantly if stabbed by it."
Eric looked at Atai'er.
The moment he saw this weapon, he didn't understand why such a powerful weapon was given to him.
Now he was even more puzzled.
Just chopping a branch made him so tired; was this dagger really suitable for him?
Atai'er saw Eric's confusion.
He swung the dagger and chopped at a branch.
The branch snapped, but the tree it was attached to didn't wither directly, which was completely different from the effect when Eric swung it.
"If you infuse magic beforehand, the instant death effect will change according to how much magic you infuse."
Atai'er picked up the chopped branch and handed it to Eric:
"Look—"
Eric looked at the branch; only the severed part of the branch showed a small amount of wilting.
"Your soul is very powerful, and your magic reserves shouldn't be weak. You need to learn to control magic."
"This dagger will not only help you perceive magic but also allow you to learn to control magic, and it can even become your trump card."
"Three birds with one stone."
Atai'er handed the dagger to Eric.
Eric took the dagger with a bitter, helpless expression.
"Yes, Teacher."
Other transmigrators learn skills at a glance, then easily defeat monsters and shock big shots.
Why, when it came to him, could he only struggle with a dagger and a pile of branches?
Ah, God of Transmigration.
Give me an invincible, super-cool, and woman-collecting journey to another world.
—
Two weeks later.
The master and disciple sat by an ancient stone road, placing two rabbits over a bonfire.
Atai'er watched Eric prepare the herbs, his eyes slightly moving:
"Who taught you all these things..."
Eric made a classic Salt Bae move, skillfully sprinkling the ground medicinal powder onto the skinned rabbits.
An aroma of cumin, cardamon, and pepper instantly wafted over.
"When Father was around, he taught me how to identify medicinal herbs. After tasting them myself, I came up with this recipe."
Atai'er's mouth twitched slightly.
Would a normal person use medicinal herbs as seasoning?
Is that reasonable?
Moreover, the Fairy's Blessing told him.
This is a lie.
"If you open a barbecue shop in the Royal Capital, I guarantee you'll be well-fed and clothed for the rest of your life."
Eric felt embarrassed.
If Atai'er hadn't appeared, Eric would have really thought that way.
After all, no matter how delicious barbecue was, it wouldn't attract any special attention and wasn't likely to cause trouble.
As for other knowledge...
Eric felt that in this world, as soon as anything in his mind was exposed, he would be arrested, soul-searched, and killed—the complete set.
And now that he had a path to the extraordinary, and his Teacher was incredibly powerful, Eric naturally prioritized extraordinary power.
"This... I'll consider it after my abilities surpass yours, Teacher."
Atai'er shook his head with a wry smile.
He hoped Eric could surpass him, because Eric truly had the talent for it.
But Atai'er also understood that surpassing him required more than just talent.
This world never lacked exceptionally talented individuals.
"Then let's see what fate holds."
Eric shrugged, not caring.
He handed the roasted rabbit meat to Atai'er.
Atai'er took the rabbit meat, cast a glance behind Eric, and said,
"It's time to test your training results. Deal with what's behind you."
What's behind me?
Eric didn't hesitate, drawing the dagger from his waist.
Turning around, he saw a Skeleton Soldier already within about ten meters of them.
The Skeleton Soldier, holding a rusty iron fork, swayed as it walked towards Eric.
Good heavens, a Tetanus Enchanted Fork.
Eric muttered to himself, charging towards the Skeleton Soldier with the dagger.
The Skeleton Soldier swung its iron fork, thrusting it at Eric.
Eric easily cut through the iron fork with his dagger, took a step forward, and infused magic into the dagger as he swung it.
A faint purple light flickered on the snake-bodied dagger.
The tip of the dagger lightly grazed the Skeleton's ribs.
"Crunch!"
The Skeleton Soldier disintegrated, its bones scattering across the ground.
In two weeks, Eric's skill bar successfully gained a new skill.
"Altair Swordsmanship (Novice)"
Named after a Level 200 powerhouse, even though it was just Novice, it was still easy to instantly kill a Skeleton Soldier.
"Teacher, how did I do?"
Eric looked back, only to see Atai'er gnawing on the rabbit in his hand at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the rabbit had disappeared into Atai'er's hands.
"Something's wrong, come back first."
Atai'er gnawed on the rabbit meat, drew a short sword from his waist, and said,
"Stay behind me."
Eric looked at the rabbit meat in Atai'er's hand, picked up another rabbit from beside the bonfire, took a bite, and followed behind Atai'er.
One could only say that Atai'er was indeed a Level 200 powerhouse.
He ran while sucking on bones.
He could also dodge old tree roots in the forest.
And even effortlessly chop down Skeleton Soldiers like cutting melons and vegetables.
Yet his movements were strangely graceful.
Eric secretly swore that he would show off like that someday.
But to be honest.
Eric hadn't even noticed that there were so many Skeleton Soldiers in the forest.
Soon, Atai'er stopped.
His face wasn't red, and he wasn't out of breath.
In front of him was an ancient forest tree with a two-meter diameter.
Eric gasped for breath, wanting to lean on the tree to rest, but the tree in front of him vanished like a phantom directly before Eric.
His hand met empty air.
Eric fell flat on his face.
"Ah!—"
Before Eric could react, a scream almost shattered his eardrums.
What's going on?
Banshee wailing?
After Eric got up, the large tree in front of him retreated about a meter.
And at the base of the large tree, a body wrapped in long hair, wearing a pointed hat, clutching a pink shoulder bag, was emitting a sharp screech.
Eric could tell at a glance that it was a person.
It should be a girl.
What to do?
Eric looked at Atai'er.
Atai'er put away his short sword, rubbed his temples, and stepped forward to support the girl's shoulder.
"Ah!"
Another sharp screech.
The girl frantically wriggled forward, with only one arm extending from the bundle, constantly flailing in mid-air.
Of course.
She didn't hit anything.
"It's me, I'm Uncle Atai'er, little Judy, don't you recognize me?"
Eric got goosebumps all over.
To be honest, he had never heard such a gentle tone from Atai'er's mouth.
After a long while of coaxing, the bundled-up girl finally calmed down.
But she was still curled up in the tree hollow, sniffing.
"Teacher told me to come, saying I was too much of a homebody, and at this age, I should go out and get some exercise."
With that, Judy sniffed again, and looked at Eric with teary eyes.
Eric was stunned for a moment.
Judy sniffed once more, then rubbed her stomach.
"Grrr—"
Eric's mouth twitched slightly, and he pulled out the roasted rabbit meat from his Arms.
The girl reached out her hand.
"Thank you, I haven't eaten in two days."
Wait, did I say I was going to give it to you?
Then, Eric felt a sharp gaze cast upon him from beside him.
You're amazing.
You're not hungry after eating, are you?
Eric handed the rabbit meat to Judy.
"I'm... most happy to help others."
This is a lie.