Hill knew that he had limited combat experience, so he always had a sense of crisis.
In the Magic Laboratory of the Magic Tower, no matter how many times he used it, he always felt that something was lacking.
Perhaps it was an old habit from his past life, wanting to practice and use every skill more, but there was simply no place for him to do so.
Looking around, there were no enemies in sight.
Because, in truth, few people were willing to provoke him.
There were many who sought to annoy him and pick a fight, but very few who really wanted to duel to the death.
Hill also understood that it wasn't just because he was Nature's Darling, but also because of the eternal blessing of luck upon him.
Picking a fight with him might not only invoke the unfathomable Fran, but also bring about sudden misfortune.
Dying at the hands of an enemy wasn't feared, but dying out of sheer bad luck would likely leave too heavy of a grudge to move on, sending him straight to the Abyss.