Puppet Master Chapter 1: Special chapter: Arven + Chapter 1: Knowledge

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It was a snow-covered mountain. There, many strange creatures were slowly moving around. They had massive bodies covered in fur resembling that of polar bears. These beings walked on two legs, bearing a faint resemblance to primates, with broad chests and long, agile arms. Each finger carried sharp claws. Their heads were a bizarre mix between those of orangutans and goats. Ugly faces with large jaws full of long, sharp teeth. On top of their heads, curved horns twisted around, protecting their skulls. Their name was Yeti, a type of Magical Beast classified as C+ in danger level when encountered individually. When fighting together, even a B rank Magical Beast could easily become their prey. On this day, two figures suddenly appeared on the mountain, breaking the usual silence of the Yetis. One was a young man with black hair, barely in his twenties. Beside him stood a towering figure over two meters tall, clad in light leather armor. Though humanoid in shape, the exposed joints on its arms revealed it was, in fact, a puppet. The puppet wielded two long, sharp swords, making its already lengthy arms appear even more extended. From the young man’s ten fingers shot out magical threads formed of spiritual energy, directly linking to the puppet to control it. Without a single wasted word, both the young man and the puppet charged straight at the Yetis blocking their path. Seeing intruders daring to trespass and challenge them, the Yetis roared in fury and rushed forward. As the two sides clashed, a storm seemed to erupt, staining the snowy ground beneath in crimson. Heads and limbs of the Yetis were severed one after another. The puppet’s twin blades moved with whirlwind speed, too fast to follow, slicing down enemies as if they were mere branches rather than hulking beasts of muscle. One Yeti lunged from behind at the young man, while another pounced from the side. The young man crouched low, moving his fingers slightly. The puppet instantly twisted its body and thrust a sword backward, piercing through the eye and skull of the ambusher. At the same time, facing the Yeti attacking from the side, the young man simply pressed two fingers together and swept them across. A sharp gust of wind shot forth, slashing its throat. The Yetis, enraged and relentless, kept charging one after another. And they were mercilessly torn apart by the black-haired youth and his puppet. Minutes passed, countless Yetis lay slain. The young man, drenched in red, walked across what had once been the battlefield, now littered with their corpses. Blood, entrails, and body parts were scattered everywhere, making his path resemble a march straight out of hell. Continuing onward through the snowy mountain, the young man carefully searched for what he desired. Hours later, he finally found it—a pure white flower with a stem and leaves as clear as crystal, thriving amidst the snow. He carefully plucked the flower and placed it into his spatial ring. Then, without hesitation, the young man turned and swiftly ran back toward his village. * * * * * * * * * * “This is the flower. With it, I can help you craft the medicine you asked for.” “Will Trisanna be cured if she drinks this medicine?” The black-haired young man asked urgently. “Arven, I must warn you—the result cannot be certain. After all, this is only a substitute remedy for the known medicine used to treat the illness.” Arven replied bitterly: “I know. I’ve already sent someone to buy that medicine. But with the current weather and how rare it is, I don’t know when it will ever arrive.” The physician sighed, patted the young man’s shoulder, and went to prepare the medicine. Not long after, he brought out the potion made from the flower Arven had painstakingly retrieved. With the medicine in hand, Arven quickly bowed in thanks and rushed home, where his sick wife awaited. Arven: “Trisanna, Trisanna, quickly, try this medicine.” As soon as he entered the house, he urged his wife to drink it without delay. O