I Gain a God-Tier Talent Every Level

Chapter 337

These people... didn’t feel particularly strong.

Although a class-holder’s level couldn’t be directly determined through perception alone, Rei’s heightened spirituality allowed him to roughly gauge their combat strength.

What he sensed wasn’t their exact level—

But how dangerous they felt.

For example...

The bald, dark-skinned man behind him, bare-chested and muscular, gave off the aura of roughly a Level 4 class-holder.

As for his exact level, Rei didn’t care enough to figure it out.

"Yo..."

"A beautiful lady, bringing along two little brats."

The man at the front had a slicked-back pompadour and carried a spiked club over his shoulder. He looked like a warrior.

"Doesn’t seem like you’ve got an adventurer party backing you."

He stepped closer to Luluvi.

At nearly two and a half meters tall, he towered over her. Luluvi looked tiny in comparison—and Rei barely reached the man’s thigh.

The man crouched down, putting on a friendly expression.

"So, little miss... what brings you to Fallen Moon Island? Who are you looking for?"

Luluvi looked up at the giant of a man.

Her expression shifted—

And suddenly, her voice turned sorrowful.

"My husband... died here on Fallen Moon Island, in the war against monsters."

"He left without saying goodbye..."

"I brought the children... to visit him."

Rei froze for a moment.

...Huh?

Tears welled in Luluvi’s eyes—she looked genuinely heartbroken.

Luluvi... since when did you become this much of a drama queen?

"Oh..."

"I see."

"What was your husband’s name?"

"Magna. A Level 4 warrior."

"Sir... what are you planning to do?"

Luluvi’s gaze flickered nervously. Surrounded by the group, she looked small, fragile—uneasy.

Hearing the name, the pompadour man visibly relaxed.

Rei, however, felt a surge of thick malice begin to brew.

Ah...

A woman with no backing.

And that figure... what a lucky find.

"Luluvi, I didn’t know you had this kind of hobby," Rei remarked through their mental link.

"Oh? You couldn’t tell?" she replied lightly.

Toying with opponents—

It was actually quite entertaining.

But ever since meeting Rei, Luluvi had been thrown into nothing but high-level battles—nation-destroying monsters, continent-sinking threats.

Once, she had been a prodigy archer with 5,000 undefeated matches in the arena.

Now?

She was the lowest damage dealer in the team.

That frustration... had been building inside her for a long time.

"So... can we leave now?" Luluvi asked softly.

The pompadour man let out a cold laugh. The surrounding thugs stepped closer.

"Haha..."

"Traveling all this way just to visit a grave, huh?"

"And those clothes... definitely not cheap."

"Your husband must’ve left you quite an inheritance."

THUD.

The spiked club slammed against the ground.

At the same time—

A large man stepped up behind Rei and Kiyomi, grabbing their shoulders.

"Madam... you wouldn’t want your children getting hurt, would you?"

"Oh."

—SPLASH!

Rei’s expression didn’t change.

He merely watched as an arm flew into the air—

Blood spraying upward.

Kiyomi... acting so suddenly makes it hard for Luluvi to enjoy the moment.

She put on that whole performance just for the payoff... and you stole it.

—WHOOSH!

The pompadour man reacted fast.

Seeing his companion’s arm severed instantly, he raised his club without hesitation!

"Damn it! So you’re here to cause trouble!"

"I knew you weren’t any good!"

With a furious roar—

He swung the club down toward Luluvi’s head!

BANG!

The attack never landed.

Instead—

A massive, gaping hole appeared in his chest.

"Isn’t this a bit excessive?"

"Luluvi... this is murder in broad daylight."

Rei glanced at her.

And in her eyes—

A faint trace of madness flickered.

...Right.

This was the season of chaos and madness.

The influence built up over time.

Luluvi had been affected too—

And she hadn’t had any outlet to release it.

...Whatever.

Rei wasn’t one to follow rules anyway.

Killing them was fine.

They hadn’t come with good intentions to begin with.

The surrounding passengers who had just disembarked were stunned.

What... just happened?

A fight—

And bloodshed, immediately?

Usually, even if conflicts arose at the port, these thugs wouldn’t attack outright.

They’d lure travelers away first.

Corner them somewhere disadvantageous.

Even when violence broke out, it was usually just a beating—

Not outright killing someone in public like this.

"That woman—!"

The arrow that struck—

Was one of Rei’s enchanted arrows.

The massive hole in the man’s chest still carried a faint violet hue.

「Maggotbone Poison」

Rei’s strongest enchantments at the moment—

Were poison-based.

"Hey..."

"You’ve gotta be kidding me..."

The adventurer party who had spoken with Luluvi on the ship stood frozen.

Wait... seriously?

That reckless?

They had stayed behind in case something happened—to lend a hand if needed.

After all, they’d taken her money.

But this...

This wasn’t a situation to "help" with.

This was a full-blown confrontation.

So she really was here to stir trouble.

—Whoosh.

Rei’s perception twitched.

A powerful presence emerged from the town-like port area and moved toward the docks.

I was planning to keep things low-profile...

...Well, whatever.

Sweeping his senses across the area, Rei assessed the situation.

There weren’t many real threats here.

Mostly Level 6 class-holders—

And a single Level 7 overseeing things.

Compared to Misrilux, the number of strong individuals here was much lower.

"Luluvi."

"I won’t need to step in, right?"

"No."

"Alright. I’ll be off, then."

As he spoke—

Rei’s figure blurred and vanished into the crowd.

In the blink of an eye—

He reappeared inside a small restaurant at the port.

Through his perception, he continued observing Luluvi’s situation from afar.

This journey wasn’t just his.

Luluvi had her own objectives.

"Boss, one bowl of noodles."

"Coming right up!"

Rei sat down calmly, watching as more and more people surrounded Luluvi.

But then—

His perception stirred again.

He glanced toward the neighboring table.

Oh?

What a coincidence.

It was that catgirl—

The one called Shumi.

"Burp~"

"Ahh... I’m full, meow~"

"But... what’s going on over at the docks, meow?"

Shumi stood up and looked toward her teammates.

They exchanged a few silent messages—communicating through mental links—

Then nodded in unison.

Without another word—

They headed straight toward the docks.