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"Join the Companions? Are you trying to become a werewolf?"
George couldn't help but snark internally.
The Companions were Skyrim's strongest warriors' guild, as well as the most famous and most officially recognized guild.
But if one wanted to become a core member of the Companions, to join "The Circle," they had to undergo a ritual to transform into a werewolf. From that moment on, they would never be able to sleep properly again.
"Thank you, Miss Camilla, but I am not someone who fails to cherish his own life."
"If I truly encounter danger, I will immediately abandon the quest."
Seeing three small-time thugs harassing a young woman not far ahead, George casually plucked a leaf from the side of the road, gestured with it in front of Camilla, and then flicked it.
An originally ordinary, common leaf, after being flicked by George, seemed to transform into the most terrifying hidden weapon in the world.
At a speed difficult to perceive with the naked eye, it slashed across the arms of the three thugs and embedded itself deeply into the wooden house behind them.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Shrill screams immediately rang out as the three thugs' arms instantly burst into sprays of blood.
George had not struck to kill, merely taught them a small lesson. But this lesson was still enough that it would take several months for their arms to recover fully.
Even without using any special abilities, relying purely on his physical body, he could achieve the legendary state of "picking flowers and plucking leaves, all can be used to kill."
"You... you actually have such an incredible skill!"
When Camilla saw George use a single leaf to achieve such a terrifying effect, her eyes immediately widened in shock.
That was just a leaf. If it had been a dagger or a blade, and if he had been aiming for the neck or other vital points of the body, a normal person would absolutely have been killed on the spot.
It seemed she had completely misjudged him. Although this young man before her was dressed plainly, just based on this one move, he could indeed be called a truly capable adventurer.
Although she was certain he couldn't clear out Bleak Falls Barrow all by himself, at least, just as he himself had said, if the situation looked bad, he would definitely be able to escape.
"Since I'm in this line of work, I have to have at least a few life-saving skills."
George shrugged, offering a half-joking explanation.
Knowing now that George was not just some ordinary person with no skills, Camilla finally stopped trying to dissuade him. She began leading George towards the town's north gate.
As they walked, she started acting like a curious child, peppering him with questions about his experiences as an adventurer.
George had been in this world for less than two days. What kind of adventuring experiences could he possibly have to share?
However, he had played this game extensively in his previous life. He simply took some of the events and sights from the game and embellished them slightly.
He spoke of things like investigating the string of murders in Windhelm, delving into ancient Dwarven ruins to seek treasure, and battling the Falmer within dark caves for one hundred and eight rounds.
Camilla listened, her heart and soul completely captivated, wishing she could immediately become an adventurer just like George.
It wasn't until they had walked to the bridge just outside of town that she finally stopped, speaking with visible reluctance:
"Cross this bridge, follow the mountain path to the northwest, and after you see a watchtower, turn right. You will be able to reach Bleak Falls Barrow."
"May the Eight Divines protect you!"
"Thank you, Miss Camilla."
George nodded, turned, and walked across the stone bridge. He entered the mountain path on the left and, in just a short while, disappeared from her sight.
The Eight Divines would certainly not protect an outsider like him. If they sensed his true identity, they would probably dispatch their believers to arrest him immediately.
According to his understanding, the "Godhead" in the myths, the originator, should be the Creator.
The so-called "dreamt a dream" which split into Anu and Padomay... he felt that was likely a problem that occurred during the being's own cultivation.
It probably wanted to advance to the level of a multiverse, to create parallel worlds, but ended up accidentally splitting itself apart in the process.
Therefore, those Divines and Daedric Princes should be completely unaware of the Chaos existing outside their reality. If they discovered him, a person who did not belong to this world, they would likely become extremely interested.
"Oh no! I forgot to remind him to bring food and water, and to change into thicker clothes!"
On the way back to the town's trading post, Camilla was still savoring the adventure stories George had told. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks and slapped her own forehead.
The massive mountain next to Riverwood was called High Hrothgar, also known as the Throat of the World.
It was the largest and highest mountain range in the entire province of Skyrim.
If an ordinary person wanted to climb from the base of the mountain near Riverwood all the way to the summit, it would require two months. Even a powerful adventurer would need close to a month.
And although the location of Bleak Falls Barrow was still very far from the summit, just climbing that high would take several days.
Therefore, even attempting the journey definitely required preparing three to five days' worth of food and water in advance.
Furthermore, at the altitude of Bleak Falls Barrow, the area was already covered in ice and snow. The temperature was significantly lower than the temperature at the foot of the mountain.
"Ah, forget it. It was an impossible task to begin with. When he gets there, he can use this as a perfect excuse to come back and abandon the quest. It won't even be embarrassing for him."
After thinking about it for a moment, she decided it wasn't a big problem.
Even though George had demonstrated his incredible skill, proving he was a qualified adventurer.
She still refused to believe that George could brave Bleak Falls Barrow all by himself, single-handedly.
In any case, he would just go up, see the danger, and come back down. The end result would be the same.
As for those adventure stories he told, they truly captivated her, but she didn't completely believe them either.
Besides, the protagonist in those stories might not have been George himself. Perhaps they were just tales George had heard from other adventurers.
What Camilla didn't know was that in the mere ten-plus minutes she had spent leisurely walking back to the trading post, George had already sprinted almost all the way to the bandit watchtower.
For George, there was fundamentally no difference between running on flat ground and climbing a steep mountain slope.
In any case, he simply maintained a supersonic speed the entire way.
"Awoooo!"
Just as George had laid eyes on the watchtower and the bandits guarding it below, several Ice Wolves, each several times larger than a common wild wolf, leaped out, attempting to block his path.
"Get lost!"
George couldn't be bothered to waste time, nor did he even slow down. He rushed forward and, one by one, kicked each wolf as if he were kicking a soccer ball, sending all of them flying directly toward the distant watchtower.
The archer on lookout duty atop the watchtower, along with the warrior standing guard below, were in the middle of complaining about the cold weather, just waiting for their shift to end so they could go inside and warm up.
Suddenly, they heard a bizarre, terrifying sound of something tearing through the air above them. They hurriedly tilted their heads back to look.
"Wolves?"
To their utter disbelief, several Ice Wolves had appeared in the sky, and they were shooting towards them at an incredible speed.
Before they could even react to dodge or raise their shields to block, the heads of the incoming Ice Wolves were already right in front of them, eye-to-eye.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Following several massive impacts, the Ice Wolves and the bandit lookouts were all obliterated into a blurry mess of flesh and blood, completely indistinguishable from one another.
The sturdy watchtower, constructed from solid rock, was also struck with such force that a large gap was blasted into its side.
Such a huge commotion naturally attracted the attention of the other bandits who were stationed inside the watchtower.
Those bandits quickly donned their armor, grabbed their weapons and bows, and hurriedly rushed out of the watchtower to investigate the situation.
The only thing that greeted them, however, was a volley of pebbles that George had casually picked up from the ground and flicked in their direction.
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The pebbles shot out like bullets from a machine gun. Moreover, every single pebble precisely struck the one area their helmets couldn't protect: their eyes. It was a headshot, every single time.
By the time George was standing calmly in front of the watchtower, all the bandits were already lying dead on the ground.
(End of this chapter)