Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 246: D86. Stone Sea_2

Chapter 246: D86. Stone Sea_2

1. The broken elven slave

2. The demon’s slave

3. A child raised as a living sacrifice

4. The goblin’s **

5. The demon child

6. Meat

7. All evil in this world

8. —did not become a hero ♛

9. The great demon, the hero of the mass killer

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(8)=8

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

Calculating the time, it should have already been dawn, but in this world shrouded by thick fog, there was no change in the sky, as if this world created its own realm, with no distinction between day and night.

Because of the interruption by the Earth Devouring Snail, the hero ultimately did not get any rest last night. After a bout of battle and searching in the otherworld, she marched tirelessly, leaving the desolate mountain and entering this stone forest maze.

The highland environment differed from other places; the air here was thin, and the climate was harsh. Although the hero’s constitution far exceeded that of ordinary people, continuous combat consumed a lot of her magic power, and after an entire night’s marching, a trace of fatigue appeared on her face at this moment.

If it were just ordinary thick fog, the hero wouldn’t feel pressured.

But within this Fog Stone Forest, something was clearly concealed. Although she couldn’t grasp the entity behind the fog, the intuition that repeatedly pricked her nerves made the hero know that one wrong step could plunge her into endless calamity.

Thus, in this thick fog, where one couldn’t see their own hand, she had to utilize her five senses to the fullest, maintaining a sense of direction entirely by instinct and intuition, and then moving forward with unyielding determination.

[The hero’s beast spirit magic power: 1452/2000 (form maintenance -300, silver chain armor +400, heater +700)]

The magic power storage of the equipment was exhausted, but the hero did not recklessly speed up because of it.

It wasn’t because she was utterly exhausted but because she understood that in this thick fog, impatience would only trap herself in a labyrinthine predicament and completely lose her direction.

The pupils of the Serpent Queen of the Woodlands shimmered with azure gold, clear yet deep. As the hero gazed ahead, she walked through the Fog Stone Forest at a leisurely pace while mulling over the contents of the notebook in her mind.

The words of that unknown scholar came back to her, causing her to press her lips together.

’What distinguishes so-called "heroes" from ordinary humans?’

’Why are they able to absorb the strength of magic creatures and grow stronger through slaughter?’

’Throughout history, although human civilization has often been under the protection of heroes, allowing it to continue, research on the existence of "heroes" has remained superficial.’

’Even the church, which delves the deepest, mostly understands the phenomenon without grasping the reasoning behind it.’

The handwriting in the notebook flowed smoothly, and in every word, there was a hint of the author’s profound knowledge and confidence in their wisdom.

To validate their hypotheses, the unknown scholar traveled far to this perilous highland for field research, an endeavor anyone could see was nothing ordinary.

"The hero is a soul transformation."

The girl gently exhaled, watching the white mist slightly roll with her breath, only to return to its thick state soon after, seemingly never dissipating.

She murmured softly, contemplating the contents of the notebook.

It wasn’t a mutation of nature but merely a change in form—the hero’s soul was still a human soul, yet it had acquired destructive and absorptive abilities against magic creatures.

Like a wooden stick, if used to beat an ordinary person, it would take some effort to kill them.

But if the wooden stick was sharpened and honed to a point, it would be effortless to pierce human flesh and send someone to their death.

Though it remained essentially a piece of wood, its lethality was incomparably different—unmatched by any standard of comparison.

’Killing prey with a weapon, then consuming its flesh and blood to nourish the body is the primal instinct of humanity and all living beings. The hero grows stronger by hunting magic creatures, a process not significantly different from this instinct.

’Although changes in the realm of the soul are far more complex than this analogy, there are commonalities in the principles.’

’And according to my hypothesis—’

At this point, the scholar’s writing suddenly paused, as if hesitating before arriving at the conclusion, contemplating whether to continue.

The handwriting resumed on the next line.

But a hero skilled in calligraphy could see that compared to the earlier self-assured and confident discourse, the last words were written with care and weighed heavier.

’The ancient hero of legend, perhaps her soul did not change.’

’In other words, she is not what we defined as a true "hero."’

’Her ability to hunt magic creatures and grow stronger...’

’was a lie.’

[Evidence is— (the higher the more detailed, 120+ forbidden)]

D100+30=d100(67)+30=97

[Hero’s pathfinding (perception +96)]

D100+96=d100(93)+96=189

[Thick Fog]

2d100+68=d100(32)+d100(13)+68=113

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

In the stone forest filled with thick fog, the girl advanced, weaving in and out.

In this environment where visibility was less than a meter, taller people couldn’t even see their feet. For ordinary people, walking in such thick fog would probably already leave them terrified or even halted.

But although the hero’s steps weren’t fast, her footing was stable, and with little hesitation in her stride, she seemed calm and collected.

Her gaze was vacant, not even looking ahead,

yet her straight-moving figure occasionally deviated slightly from the path as though presciently, narrowly avoiding a stone pillar emerging beside her.