The Biometric AI is always at the user's beck and call, never betraying their trust.
The Magic Seal support function was originally created by Lann according to a training program derived from calculations, designed to enhance his precise control over the Magic Seal.
The spellcasting ability of the Demon Hunter can't be said to be nonexistent, but compared to a true Mage, it's merely child's play.
Furthermore, there seems to be no foreseeable progress on the path to enhancing spell strength.
Thus, Lann demands himself to achieve precise control even more.
A tiny iron pellet weighing three or four grams, accelerated to the speed of sound, could even blow open the skull of a knight wearing a helmet.
A lump of iron weighing three or four tons, stationary, couldn't hurt anyone.
This is Lann's thought process.
To enhance Magic Seal control, Mentos utilized his retinal projection ability to create a screen interface similar to an FPS game.
In the forest's dim shadows, the young man's amber cat eyes began to glow faintly.
"Magic Seal support function is activated."
In the field of vision appeared a sci-fi movie-like blue particle effect, forming sharp-edged lines.
On the sides of the view, various values were densely labeled.
When the villainous client Mr. Lan put forth the requirement, he merely said "like an FPS game," followed by a lengthy list of usage demands.
In the end, the pitiful subcontractor Mentos's finished product, rather than resembling a "game," was more like a professional surveying software.
The visual misconceptions caused by light and angle were corrected by a ruler.
Direction, height, temperature, humidity... various environmental factors were captured by computing power, then displayed numerically.
This was an image Lann had seen countless times.
Mentos now no longer had the right to interfere with the physical body, so he could only use this "surveying software" to adjust each exertion and manipulation of his Magic Seal.
Logically speaking, after training to this point, he should already be able to detach from this interface.
But actual combat requires practicing heavy while using light.
During regular training, thirty kilograms of equipment might not be worthy, but when fighting, holding a five-kilogram item might make others question your sanity.
In actual combat, saving even a little bit of energy is worthwhile.
"Tsk, still lacking experience." Lann lightly patted Bernie's shoulder in front of him, startling the Old Hunter into a shiver.
"Stay here, don't move. Now, even if the intelligence is lacking, we have to charge forward."
Already too close, having carelessly approached the Water Ghost group, can they carelessly retreat?
Both Bernie and Lann know that it's unlikely.
Thus, they have no choice but to forge ahead.
Watching Bernie's trembling lips, Lann instead smiled relaxedly.
"Don't worry, our luck might not be too bad; maybe there are just a few scattered Water Ghosts here."
"I'm going in!"
No more words, Lann charged straight at the Water Ghost on the side.
The nimble footsteps achieved through Swordsmanship training ensured relatively quiet sounds even at a normal sprinting speed.
But in the forest, controlling footsteps alone isn't enough.
Even the most experienced Forest Hunter can't guarantee their movements won't hit obstructive branches.
Lann certainly couldn't avoid that, so the sound of rustling leaves arose.
The Water Ghost gnawing on something on the ground froze and abruptly looked up.
Beneath blue scales, Lann could see its throat convulsing.
Perhaps in the next moment, its characteristic "wuuu-waaah" cry would resound within twenty meters around.
But the young man holding the sword remained calm and focused, his cat eyes steady.
His idle left hand shot forward, fingers flexing, and a skilled Magic Seal was completed in an instant.
The hazy and enchanting white light flickered briefly.
"Yakxi!"
The Water Ghost's throat abruptly calmed down, even its head-turning motion stalled halfway.
Following a flash of silver light, accompanied by a "swish"
The evil-banishing silver sword clung close to the Water Ghost's throat from near the hilt, then quickly and deeply swept across its body with the wielder's forward momentum.
It crushed scales at the hilt, but when it reached the tip, it had already touched the Water Ghost's cervical vertebrae.
A deep gash spanning half its neck made the Water Ghost's blood spray into a mist in the air.
By the time the body fell, its nape had bent backward enough to touch the spine.
"This time the [Yakxi Rune] received assist, spellcasting time reduced by 0.20 seconds, completion..."
The AI voice echoed in his mind.
"Cancel the training results report in actual combat and help me monitor the surrounding environment."
After Lann's cat eyes slaughtered one Water Ghost within less than a second, he vigilantly scanned the surroundings immediately.
"Acknowledged, sir."
Mentos promptly added a rule, joining the young man's vigilance.
The human field of vision is just 120 degrees ahead, with 20 degrees at the edges being illusory images.
But with the participation of the Biometric AI, these illusions became reliable and valid information.
The forest suddenly plunged into deathly silence.
Nearby, Bernie didn't dare breathe loudly, and Lann, after an instant of speedy surprise kill, stood still like a nimble cat.
His full weight with armor and Longsword seemed to halt as if inertia vanished.
This was an unconventional use of the [Bear School Swordsmanship]. Fine manipulation of weight allowed for unexpected rapid stops and bursts.
To the uninformed, like Bernie, he almost seemed to think Lann's movements resembled a Demon Spirit!
Estimates suggest few in the Bear School would utilize Swordsmanship techniques this way, as their members all favored activating Quen with a flurry of Longsword strikes.
"Seems your luck is indeed good, sir."
Mentos's AI voice was soothing and stable.
After Lann moved into the position previously occupied by the Water Ghost in a flash, some intelligence could already be discerned.
"Seven Water Ghosts within response range. The good news is there's no Water Ghost nest..."
The young man's cat eyes roamed.
Although eliminating Water Ghost nests is one of his goals, he was certainly not keen on standing at a nest without having gathered nest intel first.
In an ideal scenario, he'd first identify the location today, then slowly bleed the number of Water Ghosts in the nest to a lower limit, ultimately having the villagers excavate the entire nest.
Or use Alchemy directly, creating an Alchemy Bomb to stuff into the entrance.
Hence, finding no nest amid the careless encounter with Water Ghosts was noteworthy good news.
However, Mentos inherited Lann's sense of language, knowing this statement was usually split into two sentences.
Lann's eyes squinted slightly.
In the damp puddle ahead at an angle, a humanoid creature, covered in folds and warts, standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, was sitting in the mud.
Hunchbacked, skin a mix of green and pink, resembling a made-up Hu Wan, its claw-like hands could rival those of a Werewolf.
The shriveled chest sagged down to its belly.
"The bad news is... There's a Swamp Witch here."