Perhaps because he had lived two lives, his comprehension had greatly improved, and when he was tired, a cool sensation would surge through his brain, allowing his stamina to recover quickly. This was the Demacia in his mind helping him absorb the results of his training, subtly transforming his body.

With these two factors combined, Owen Clark was able to improve so quickly. In the words of a wuxia novel, he had both talent and a strong foundation.

“My enlightenment training for you ends here. The next two years will be Anthony’s time.”

Anthony, who was standing not far away, walked over when he heard this and said to Owen Clark, “My training for you will take place in the mountains. For the next two years, you’ll hunt with me, and I’ll teach you the knowledge of a hunter through practice.”

Owen Clark asked, “So I can’t go home?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll go say goodbye to my dad first.”

……

Back at home, Owen Clark explained the situation to Henry. The father and son hugged each other and cried their eyes out… Sorry, wrong script—it was actually a heartfelt conversation.

As they were talking, a commotion suddenly sounded outside. The village chief’s daughter Lyle was being blocked on the road by an even younger child.

The child had a mischievous and arrogant look on his face. He was Chad, the son of the tribe’s major ice rice grower Berman, only four years old this year, a year younger than Lyle.

Ice rice was the main food of the Cold Valley tribe.

Lyle wore a fur scarf, her little face red from the cold, her big eyes blinking adorably.

“Lyle sis, let me give you a kiss and I’ll let you pass.” Chad grinned mischievously.

“Daddy said if someone kisses you, you’ll get pregnant.”

Chad replied indifferently, “Then just have my baby.”

“H-how can you say that…” Lyle blushed deeply.

Standing to the side, Owen Clark was speechless. What are kids thinking these days? And the teacher who gave the sex ed class should be taken out and shot for ten minutes!

From a distance, Lyle saw Owen Clark, let out a surprised cry, her face turning even redder, her eyes shyly darting about, looking like she wanted to talk to Owen Clark but was too bashful.

Chad said impatiently, “Hurry up and kiss me, or I won’t let you pass!”

Lyle was so anxious she was about to cry.

Owen Clark was at a loss for words. Girl, this little brat is half a head shorter than you, why are you crying? Just kick him and be done with it. You’re way too shy…

Owen Clark held his forehead and stepped forward, speaking earnestly, “Chad, do you really know the difference between boys and girls?”

Chad raised his head and snorted, “Father said a man’s mission is to make women pregnant!”

Owen Clark was dumbfounded. Damn, your dad is something else.

Suddenly, Chad jumped up and planted a kiss on Lyle’s face before she could dodge. Lyle froze, her eyes quickly filling with tears, and she burst out crying.

“Haha!” Chad laughed triumphantly, dancing with glee.

What a little rascal…

Owen Clark was speechless. Seeing how upset Lyle was, he scolded, “Chad, how can you bully a girl? Apologize right now.”

Chad shot Owen Clark a sideways glance and said arrogantly, “Don’t get in my way. Get lost, get lost.”

Owen Clark’s face darkened. He raised his hand to scare him, “So rude. I’ll discipline you on behalf of your parents.”

Chad said angrily, “Do you know who my father is? If you dare hit me, I’ll make your whole family starve!”

“This brat,” Owen Clark said with a laugh, grabbing Chad and laying him across his knee, then spanking him hard. Chad howled in anger as Owen Clark spanked him, saying, “That’s for showing off, for being arrogant, for bullying girls, and for bragging about your dad in front of me. Even if your dad’s last name was Li, I’d still spank you.”

“You dare hit me!”

“I’m hitting you, aren’t I!”

Chad clutched his butt, glared fiercely at Owen Clark, and hobbled away.

Owen Clark didn’t take it to heart. Seeing Lyle still crying, he helplessly used his ultimate move—patting her head. It worked wonders: Lyle stopped crying, her eyes red, and she looked up at Owen Clark with an adorable gaze.

Owen Clark sighed, “A kiss won’t make you pregnant.”

“I don’t believe you. Prove it to me…”

Owen Clark said earnestly, “I’ll prove it to you when you’re older.”

Lyle nodded blankly, then suddenly remembered something and said shyly, “Oh right, I came to deliver a message. Uncle Anthony said if you don’t come soon, he’ll kill you.”

Owen Clark’s face twitched. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“I—I forgot.”

Henry came out of the house. “Owen Clark, I have a gift for you.”

Owen Clark turned to look. Henry took out a warhammer, 1.2 meters long, the hammerhead forged from patterned silver and obsidian iron, with an octagonal cross-section. The shaft was jet black, carved with spiral silver patterns, giving off a sense of great heft.

“This is…” Owen Clark picked up the hammer, examining it. On the side of the hammerhead, he found a string of tiny characters—“Hurricane Hammer.”

Henry smiled. “I spent several months making this for your eighth birthday.”

Owen Clark couldn’t put it down. “Thanks, Dad.”

“As long as you like it.”

“Mm, I’ll be off then.”

After saying goodbye to his dad, Owen Clark went to the village entrance. Anthony was a straightforward man; when he saw Owen Clark, he turned and walked into the forest. Owen Clark quickly slung the Hurricane Hammer on his back and hurried after him.

……