Goblins. Weak, yet vicious, cunning, and decisive.
They weren’t scared by Ziwan’s sudden power surge. Instead, they targeted her ranged weapon use, seizing every slim chance for victory.
The other two goblins closed in. One leaped, swinging its curved blade at Ziwan.
Ziwan sensed the forest’s pulse around her. Her inner spirit felt faintly guarded by a jungle goddess—primitive-clad, bold, spear-wielding. In that moment, she felt like a rainforest-born huntress.
She was incredibly sharp.
“Thud!” Instinctively, Ziwan smashed her longbow into the leaping goblin, knocking it down. She released the bow from the other goblin’s grip, spun, and kicked the wrist of the one swinging a stone club at her leg. The club flew away. Awakened Ziwan’s kick held unimaginable strength.
Without thought, Ziwan followed the jungle goddess’s subconscious guidance. She drew a short knife from her waist, movements fluid. One downward stab pierced the goblin’s neck.
The goblin spewed blood, collapsed, and twitched to death.
Ziwan turned, rushed to the bow-knocked goblin, and slashed its neck.
Two cuts. Both hit the artery. Utterly decisive, like a born hunter.
Four goblins lay dead within seconds. A requiem for the awakened huntress.
Ziwan, Jungle Huntress, Spark Level One.
Watching from a tree branch, Lin Luo silently admired her. Ziwan had always been boyishly brave. As kids, it was her small frame that shielded him from bullies.
No need to intervene. Lin Luo felt no reason to reveal himself.
Lin Luo knew Ziwan well. Fatherless, she grew up with a single mom—a special forces soldier often on China-Myanmar border missions. Ziwan inherited her athleticism and strength. But her mother refused a military path for her, using commendation funds to send her to Mystic City No. 7 High School.
Ziwan already had combat basics and was the girls’ PE rep. After awakening, guided by the jungle goddess, she no longer feared battle. Her movements blended with the forest.
Ziwan retrieved her bow. She wiped the knife on the goblin’s leather skirt and sheathed it. Everything looked calm, as if she’d transformed.
In the drizzling rain, Ziwan walked toward the stream. Her steps slowed, unsteady. Her legs gave way, and she knelt by the water. Only now did she grasp her earlier peril.
She scrubbed her face hard, washing away blood.
Rain and stream water dripped like crystal beads from her hair and face. Her trembling eyes shimmered. Her ample chest heaved with heavy breaths. Her face showed primal, relieved excitement.
“Heh heh… heh heh heh. Lin Luo, I can finally… finally adventure with you!”
Even on Ziwan’s return, Lin Luo stayed hidden. After confirming her safety, he headed back to camp first. He wanted this victory, this solo courage against danger, to be hers alone.
At camp, You Xun and others rushed anxiously to ask. Hearing Ziwan had awakened, everyone sighed in relief. You Xun was genuinely happy for her.
“Ah, I think I’ve noticed—more girls are awakening, right?” Feier said with an innocent look.
Lin Luo thought inwardly, Miss Feier, what right do you have to say that? You awakened early thanks to the treasure I got from Old Man Origin.
But why give it to Feier among so many classmates? Lin Luo recalled last night’s scene. His gaze drifted to Feier’s chest. For a moment, he had no answer.
Who knows? It’s not because of her chest, right?
That night, another big event shook the whole class.
Zhang Dajian, the red-haired thug, awakened.
The next morning—their third dawn in this world—Huang Zijue, nicknamed “Young Master,” and Yike Xin, also from the school track team like Ziwan, both awakened.
