As I played with that rotten wooden stick, swinging it around like a stupid half-beast in the games we used to play, laughing and walking ahead of me with an air of dominance as if he had the power to rule the world.

Lar walked up to me without any courtesy and knocked on my head. He said sternly, "Don't think it was given to you for free. Now that you have a weapon, you should try fighting from today onwards. As a glorious job changer, our responsibility should be proportional to the glory and respect we receive. Our responsibility is to drive out the forces of hell from the human world."

Lar's expression gradually became serious, coupled with his high-spirited solemnity; if he wore a white priest robe and held a thick black book in his hand, he could really compare himself with those white-bearded priests on top of temples.

"Yes sir," I replied reluctantly knowing this was something I would eventually face. As someone who changed jobs into being a Druid now, if I dared say aloud on the street: "Oh how I miss the taste of sweet potatoes at home! Oh how much I want to go back home and grow sweet potatoes!" It would probably earn contemptuous looks from commoners until death.

I just didn't expect it so soon; thinking about my future legendary (self-proclaimed) battle life starting because of obtaining such an insignificant item as a blank wooden stick forced upon me by an unscrupulous knight uncle made me wish for tofu instead.

Of course there is no tofu in this world so let's forget about that last sentence altogether.

And so began my first battle forced upon me against zombies - slow movements and dull nerves gave them little chance against us job changers unless they surrounded us or caught us off guard. Even civilians could easily escape when encountering them.

Observing them for many days wasn't just talk. I had already figured out the abilities and habits of zombies. Although their movements were slow, they moved slowly, charged up slowly; but once they gathered enough strength, their attack speed was absolutely lightning-fast. If I had to describe it in words, it would be like a venomous snake hunting - from extreme stillness to extreme motion.

Of course if there were long-range attacks involved, there would be no suspense at all. Unfortunately for me as a grassroots player who hadn't even learned any skills yet and didn't have even a short bow made of tofu in my hand, I could only hold onto that blank wooden board and move around the zombie with 10 meters as its radius.

If you want me to make the atmosphere more serious at this point, then I can describe it as an image of martial arts masters competing against each other: one standing still like a mountain intending to use static force against dynamic force while the other looking for opportunities ready to strike first; both sides on edge waiting for action... Hey Doug over there! Can you stop looking so hungry? Do you really need another slice of meat?

After about fifteen minutes of maintaining such an atmosphere, the audience saw me, who was responsible for performing as the senior martial artist who launched a preemptive strike, had no intention of taking action. After pretending to circle around the corpse for more than ten minutes, they couldn't take it anymore.

The Shaolin and Wudang masters acting as judges were too into their roles. Oops, sorry, they should be two shameless paladins and gluttonous barbarians coughing loudly on the side without mercy. They tried to push me towards an endless abyss. Doug even threw his half-eaten meat slices at me while booing.

Damn you Doug! You fake punk fan! I cursed in my heart. If he was a fan from my previous world, he must have caused trouble every game and been blacklisted by all stadium security guards.

Helpless under their fierce gazes, I had to pick up my wooden stick and shout out loud to boost myself before charging towards the corpse with stiff steps and flawed movements. The three beside me shook their heads while watching - fortunately our opponent is a corpse; if it were a sinking demon that requires agility instead of strength like this one does...I would probably look like a fat duck waddling over with its neck stretched out trying to test its blade.

"Haha!" Finally hit with my first baton swing - why are you looking at me like that? It's just an accident that I accidentally hit it from behind; not hitting someone intentionally or using bricks or clubs! I'm not that kind of person!

As soon as the baton struck down during its momentary daze after being hit once by me, I immediately crawled away cautiously several hundred steps back while keeping watchful eyes on it.

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"Wu what are you doing? Hurry up and finish it off," Lalsi couldn't stand watching anymore; just like commanding his troops to charge towards the Communist Party on top of the mountain.

"Lalsi, when I attacked it, I felt like it was going to explode," I replied while blocking the dust and dirt lifted by explosions with my left hand like a communist party member in a trench full of bombers in the sky. With an electric telegraph machine in my right hand, I shouted at the top of my lungs: "The enemy's firepower is too strong! Requesting support from higher-ups!"

Carefully observing every movement of the corpse after being attacked, making sure that the previous strike did not provoke any hatred or similar emotions from it. Then, with a serious expression on my face as if I had discovered something important, I muttered to myself: "If I remember correctly, in the second level of the ancient tomb, mummies will release poisonous gas upon death..."

"Damn you! If you slack off again, I'll castrate you!" Lal's veins bulged on his forehead as he cursed like a sailor.

Hmm... It seems cursing doesn't cost anything...

Seeing Lal's frantic appearance as if he would turn into a corpse himself if he didn't act soon enough, I reluctantly charged forward. With experience from my first hit and my nerves now relaxed after jumping around for so long earlier, I looked at the swaying steps of the corpse and thought to myself that even Lao Fo Ye (Buddha) would give it a tap on its leg. So without mercy, I swung my wooden stick towards its knee joint.

The intention was good but unfortunately not strong enough. The corpse stumbled but immediately straightened up like an unyielding doll. With hollow eyes turned towards me and hands slowly retracting back to its sides - just then - one could see fear in my eyes while thinking: "Here it comes!"

As expected by me though; next moment those oily green nails pierced through where I had been standing just moments ago with lightning speed! What an attack resembling Dragon Claw Hands! Its speed was truly terrifying; even before becoming a Druid like now - even if one could judge its trajectory beforehand - they still wouldn't be able to dodge it.

However for me who has already changed jobs into being a Druid; this is child's play. Rolling around lazily on the ground (no wait... rolling 18 times while getting dirt all over oneself isn't quite right either), in short, I rolled around elegantly on the ground and when I stood up again, I didn't forget to swing my wooden stick towards the middle of its left and right thighs. Hey! The expected critical hit did not appear; could it be that this corpse was a eunuch during its lifetime?

After experiencing it once, things became simpler. In fact, many things are not difficult at all - just few people dare to try.

In no time under my fierce attack, the corpse fell with a loud thud. Immediately rushing forward while suppressing nausea, I touched underneath that body hoping for some face-saving loot or something like that since after all this is my first monster kill. A divine artifact isn't necessary but several practical yet beautiful green or dark gold items would suffice... Of course if there's also an accompanying wolf head with n skills then it would be perfect.

However it seems as though heaven didn't feel my resentment because just as I was considering whether to cut open its rotten belly to see if there were any treasures inside; Lal stepped forward in time to stop me with a look of pity and said: "Although this is a deeply sinful monster, who are we? We're transfer students from Light and Glory Academy (a.k.a Glorious Transfer Students)! Desecrating corpses is unacceptable..."

Actually what Lal meant was probably: "Kid don't be silly; you won't find any equipment even if you smash it into pieces. This has been experienced by countless predecessors before us so think twice before doing anything stupid..."

"Not bad Wu! Your talent is indeed extraordinary! Even against slow-witted corpses like these very few people can come out unscathed on their first encounter without even getting scratched!" Although his eyes were filled with complexity - one side being able to witness the birth of genius while another side worrying about me continuing such despicable fighting style which might lead others suspecting that he was the one who forced me to do so...

Meanwhile, the two barbarians' eyes revealed a hint of excitement as they seemed to want to spar with me.

"Where did you get that idea? This kind of thing is easy to achieve. If I were praised just because I'm level 1, it wouldn't be fair for many people. After all, in real battles others won't care about your level or whether you're human or not." Feeling like I had done something remarkable, I scratched my head awkwardly and emphasized both "level 1" and "human", finally dispelling any thoughts from the barbarian brothers wanting to spar with me.

In the following days, Uncle Laer would always demonstrate first and then leave some corpses for me to deal with alone. On one hand, he was eager to cultivate my talent, on the other hand, he seemed to have a plan to correct my fighting style.

I didn't disappoint Uncle Laer. From initially fighting one zombie alone to later taking on four at once, I gradually became more proficient in my tactics and slightly changed my style from being somewhat sneaky to pseudo-formal.

Why did I give up the extremely shameless sneaky style and become more formal? Isn't the sneaky style legendary for using few resources to defeat stronger opponents?

Don't forget that this isn't a game after all. The sneaky style also has its risks. If you succeed in being sneaky, you can naturally make a profit. But if you fail, it could be disastrous. I don't consider myself a master of the sneaky style yet; I can't risk losing my life just because of it. Although formal tactics may be rigid, they are relatively safer.

Therefore, wisely giving up the sneaky style doesn't mean abandoning it completely; occasionally using it under safe circumstances can still reduce many costs.