Everything is Imperament, Settling in Village

"Yes," the monk nodded earnestly. 

"I felt nothing." 

Leon looked at his hand. "For me, this was just another simple prey to fill my family's stomach." 

"Why? Why kill something like that so cruelly? Do you have no heart, benefactor?" 

"This is how life works—the survival of the fittest. I'm stronger, so I can kill the horned rabbit. If it were stronger, it would have killed me." 

"You have a family. Don't you think the horned rabbit also has a family in this forest? If it doesn't come back home, maybe its children will be eaten by snakes. Can you eat this thing even knowing that will happen?" 

"...Yes." Leon nodded earnestly, his face expressionless. 

"Any more questions?" 

"Please, benefactor, I want to know. We all die one day, so why live such a cruel life? Why not live a peaceful and graceful life as the Great One said: 'Everything is impermanent.'" 

Thump! Thump!? 

Leon fell to the ground, his heart racing uncontrollably. The monk's last words sent a shiver down his spine. 

"Benefactor?" 

"Get away, monk!" he growled like a feral beast, barely managing to stand before limping away, his blood boiling and his eyes blazing with fury. 

The monk didn't follow. He simply stood in place, watching as Leon left. After some time, a third eye appeared on his forehead. 

"This candidate will not be able to pass even the first trial." 

A voice echoed in the air as the monk dissolved into sand, disappearing with the wind. 

This was a small episode in Leon's life that left him feeling quite confused. After reaching a resting spot, they quietly ate the horned rabbit and continued their travels. 

Leon had many questions in his heart, but he didn't dwell on the mystery. Or rather, the more he tried to remember, the more it seemed to slip away. 

By the next day, they came across an ordinary village, home to barely a hundred people. 

At first, the villagers were naturally wary of them. However, after Leon and his family shared some hunted animals and traded with the locals, they gradually integrated into the community. 

For a warrior like his parents, building a wooden house was a simple task. Leon, using his modern knowledge, created a detailed blueprint, and the house was completed in just a week. 

Then, Leon's blindfolded training resumed to hone his senses. Although he already possessed the skill to enhance his five senses, he wasn't yet fully accustomed to it. Perfectly adapting and using it comfortably in daily life would take time. 

As time passed, Leon gradually forgot about the monk and spent warm, joyful moments with his parents, laughing and smiling together. 

A year passed in the blink of an eye. 

"Leon, your father is calling you." 

"Okay, Mother," Leon replied, standing up and closing the book titled *The Legend of Primordial Anthropos (1)*. 

He casually opened the window, gracefully flipping his body to step outside. 

Leon strolled up to Alex, who was busy chopping wooden logs. 

"Father, did you call me?"

"Yes."

Alex rose to his feet, gripping a massive wooden greatsword. Without a word of warning, he swung it down toward Leon.

Boom!

Leon barely rolled away in time, narrowly dodging the crushing blow. His eyes darted to the wooden spear lying a few paces away, and he lunged for it. Grasping it firmly, he immediately put distance between himself and Alex, raising the spear into a ready stance.

"This will be your final test, Leon," Alex kicked a stone to the side, the sharp sound echoing in the tense air. And then, in an instant, he vanished.

"Ho," Leon muttered, his breath coming out in a sharp, heated burst.

Trusting his instincts, he pivoted and stabbed sharply to his right.

CRACK!

The wooden spear met the greatsword mid-swing, the impact sending vibrations up Leon's arm. The clash echoed through the clearing, loud and fierce.

THUNK! Skrrrk…

Neither backed down. The sound of wood meeting wood intensified with each exchange, their strikes growing faster and more powerful.

Leon moved with agility, yet there was undeniable strength behind every sweep and thrust of his spear. Each movement flowed with precision, parrying Alex's greatsword and countering with calculated strikes. It was as though the blindfold over his eyes didn't exist at all. 

It seemed simple—deceptively so. But against Alex, whose raw power could shake the very ground, it was anything but easy. 

Every impact sent jarring vibrations through Leon's arms, his hands trembling under each and every clash.. 

Then, the greatsword came down in a sharp arc, curving like a guillotine. 

Leon hesitated for the briefest moment—his first mistake. 

The air itself seemed to cry out, whistling sharply before the blade could connect. A chill ran down Leon's spine, his face paling as a sharp, primal sense of death gripped him. 

Instinct roared to life! 

The yellow chakra within him spun violently, blazing through his body like a raging current. Strength surged into his legs, muscles coiling with explosive power. With a desperate kick against the ground, he launched himself backward, narrowly escaping the deadly strike at the last possible moment. 

Bang! 

The ground trembled, and the soil upheaved. Leon collapsed to the ground, his leg trembling. A small cut appeared in his blindfold, revealing one of his crimson eyes staring upward. 

"He has such strength with just one hand. How terrifying would he be if he used both?" Leon muttered under his breath. 

"Good, you've passed the test, Leon. Now for the next step of learning *Limitless Tyranny,*" Alex said, pausing. 

"What is it?" Leon asked, still staring at the sky. 

"You need to learn spear techniques." 

"Huh?" 

Leon raised his head, looking at Alex with a confused gaze. 

"You will need to learn techniques and understand their essence before incorporating them into Limitless Tyranny. The more techniques you master, the stronger you'll become."

"How? Can you show it to me?" 

"Well, if you wanna see your father drop dead, then sure, I can show you, brat." 

"Eh?" Leon was stunned. 

"Limitless Tyranny is powerful, but it takes a massive toll on the body. The more techniques you incorporate, the more damage it causes. But I can confidently say that as long as I raise my greatsword, I can take down at least two hundred strong warriors before I die." 

"How do I do that?" Leon asked, his expression emotionless. 

It was expected, after all. If their family had been practicing this technique for generations and remained only personal guards of the emperor, it was obvious there were flaws. Otherwise, they would have risen to become King long ago.