Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 65: Amplify Your Strengths

’Ranger’s Survival Method.’

This represented youngest Sen’s experience from training at the ranger training facility. It couldn’t help but be useful to Rowan. A hunter’s experience and a ranger’s experience were different. Even though it was called training, in this line of work it was practically real combat.

Training meant a place where injuries and death occurred.

Having exited the black door, Rowan pondered for a while in one spot. He had to choose wisely. Getting ahead was more about amplifying strengths to stand out than reducing weaknesses to merely average.

’I killed two people, so shouldn’t I be able to pick two?’

Grumbling about the black dream’s unfairness, he touched another black door. A vision swallowed him. It was familiar now.

This would grant him solid know-how in concealment and tracking. Rowan’s concealment and tracking skills came from the hunter Geric and were just his own techniques. If famous rangers’ methods were integrated into that...

He’d reach a higher level. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

’Slave’s Trap Making (Wood).’

Youngest Sen had been a slave. Rowan could guess from the ability name. He could make various wooden traps, and the vision showed him even catching bears. It was a mastered ability that could create traps in ten minutes to an hour anywhere as long as there was wood.

’Good.’

Simple wooden traps packed enough destructive power to pierce bear hide. This was an exceptionally rare ability. He didn’t know how youngest Sen could make such things, but wooden traps that could wound bears were quite tempting.

Of course, there were various other traps too. And from the traps, he deduced that Sen had escaped from slavery. Did he enter a ranger training facility after that? Did he become a serf to a lord or wealthy farmer? Maybe he got lucky and was adopted, then went to a ranger training facility.

Gold-chasing ranger’s instinctive archery.

An ability name that brought to mind mercenaries chasing money. An ability that shone in urgent situations where you could intuitively shoot arrows and hit enemies without aiming. Beyond that, since it increased archery sense, it essentially improved overall archery skills.

Increasing innate archery sense wasn’t bad for Rowan either. His archery skills remained slightly below average no matter how much he practiced, and this was one of his weaknesses.

’No different from increasing combat power.’

Next, Rowan examined Shield-bulk Keireon’s abilities.

’Bull Fighting’s Heavy Armor Operation Know-how.’

If Rowan were over twenty, nothing would be more useful than this skill for the heavy armor he’d eventually wear. The reason he needed to wait was that he was still growing rapidly in height.

Keireon had fought roughly, and through experience he’d thoroughly grasped the capabilities of heavy armor. Sometimes he’d shared boastful stories by campfires or in taverns with other mercenaries who wore heavy armor.

That know-how was something Rowan could gain through mercenary work and real combat, but there were things he couldn’t obtain.

’I might look like a veteran.’

If he could skillfully put on heavy armor alone, he’d appear experienced. Using tree trunks or walls, backing up and lifting to slip on the back plate of the armor in one motion—he’d learned valuable techniques just from the vision.

’Not something I can use right now though.’

The weight of heavy armor was considerable. To wear it comfortably, he’d need at least as much size and strength as Keireon. Endurance training was naturally necessary.

’Courage Without Judgment.’

A crappy ability that removed fear. At first glance, it seemed bad because you’d charge in without assessing the situation. Rowan thought so too but soon changed his mind. Ultimately, abilities also changed depending on how you used them.

There could be situations where things got worse because you were too scared to advance when you needed to. In those cases, going out like a madman might have a higher chance of survival than dying while hesitating.

’Still, not great to get from a black dream.’

Nothing got you killed faster than having no fear. It wasn’t for nothing that the mercenaries had sneered behind his back when they’d seen him step forward.

’Rough Intimidator.’

Not even worth considering. When excited, Rowan could turn into a thug too, but he had no desire to become one. The situation had just pushed him that way. He didn’t want to learn more thug-like experiences and methods.

City-born Keireon had played neighborhood boss with his natural build and made decent money. Naturally it was very wicked behavior, but in this world, it was either forgotten after a day or you got beaten like a dog if you ran into someone bigger.

If brought before soldiers, your wrist would be cut off, so normally parties settled things among themselves.

Rowan was the type to worry ahead—he still trembled with anxiety about the local influential’s son back in the village. Even for murder, if the villagers wanted it or the atmosphere was that way, soldiers would just file an after-action report and let it fizzle out.

Most of the soldiers’ provisions in villages were provided by villagers. Support funds from the territory weren’t substantial. People knew that well too. The lord also turned a blind eye because placing local influentials in villages made management easier.

Because they could crush them with force anytime, they overlooked them lording over villages like kings. What mattered was taxes, and they just had to treat nobles well.

The life and death of commoners didn’t matter. Of course, Rowan didn’t understand all of that. He just thought this world was ridiculously lawless. He almost felt like he was watching a total shit-show party ten years after a modern apocalypse.

He was viewing the world too negatively. From a modern person’s perspective, he couldn’t help but be narrow-minded.

Anyway, Rough Intimidator just meant becoming a master of intimidation. Rowan couldn’t help but feel repulsed. Though he had the viciousness to smash a charging enemy’s head against a wall, it was just an action he’d take because the situation called for it.

Some might criticize that as contradictory, but Rowan was just an ordinary human. The kind of human who’d quickly step on a silver coin they spotted in the dirt and think they’d struck it lucky.

The kind of ordinary human who’d just littered but would lecture a passing kid for littering.

Contradiction was practically inherent in humans, who were both irrational and emotional yet capable of rational judgment. He wasn’t a hero who’d hammer in one disposition and carry it to the grave, nor was he a saint who’d keep a promise to the end.