This was a whimsical girl, who even emitted the aura of farmhouse joy.
She was researching the origins of species, aiming to travel around the world and investigate as much ecological information about rare magical creatures as possible. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
However, she had a name that was completely opposite to farmhouse joy.
"My name is Cynthia."
The farmhouse girl cheerfully introduced herself, very satisfied with the title of "Evolutionary Theory," and increasingly she found Ethan pleasing.
No wonder he achieved a sweeping victory against the rising star McCarthy Delin in the fishing contest; he surely has plenty in his belly.
In the Sixth Epoch a millennium later, this self-proclaimed magical monster researcher girl earned a resonant title—Hunting Goddess.
The Hunting Goddess Cynthia was the first divine spirit Ethan encountered upon arriving in this world; her followers spanned the globe. Even in an empire whose politics were tightly controlled by the Holy Hall and the Neseriel Sanctuary, the Hunting Goddess had the largest number of adherents, including the guilds in places like the remote Ximu Town.
Ethan almost became a follower of the Hunting Goddess.
He felt this mainly because the Hunting Goddess’s way of accepting followers was the simplest among all paths, whereas transcendents like the Holy Hall and Neseriel Sanctuary had stringent recruitment standards.
Life Divine Teachings demanded utmost devotion; most priests were selected by local church clergy from a young age. They then had to leave their homes and practice in the church daily. Based on Ethan’s observations in Gear City, apart from devout faith, those chief priests also had a peculiar passion for young and pure bodies.
The examination by the Neseriel Sanctuary was even harsher, selecting from hundreds who aspired to become knights, assessing swordsmanship, horsemanship, virtues from various aspects, with only a few standing out. His friend Hagrid was eliminated in the exam, and whenever drunk, he would tug on Ethan’s arm, recounting his past dreams.
Hunting Goddess Cynthia was undoubtedly the most broad-minded among many divine spirits.
The Hunter’s Guild had only one test.
There, you would meet a seasoned older hunter, perhaps with a scar near his eye, who would tell you it was a medal earned from battling magic creatures.
Then, the seasoned hunter would ask you a question:
"Do you think you are a hunter?"
If you answered "I think I am," then congratulations, from that moment, you became a follower of Hunting Goddess Cynthia, and after processing some paperwork, you would receive the hunter’s guild certification and become a proud first-tier hunter.
According to Ethan’s observations, people in their thirties, with nothing much to do, liked to call themselves hunters.
And the hunter profession had extremely broad business scope.
There were adventurers passionate about exploration and investigating the ecology of magical and dark creatures.
There were demon hunters traveling between towns, helping local residents deal with containment incidents.
Of course, there were many who took any job, even cutting wood for people, and finding dogs and cats in town.
Ethan even suspected that the overall image of low-tier transcendents had been undermined by followers of Cynthia.
And now, Hunting Goddess Cynthia asked Ethan, "Young man, I see you are exceptionally talented. Would you like to become a member of the Monster Enthusiast Association?"
Her association greatly needed talents like Ethan, "You can join with your wife."
Cynthia seemed rather perceptive.
Lindong was not happy about the uninvited guest barging into their treehouse in the middle of the night, eyes constantly watching her warily. When Cynthia extended the invitation to Ethan, Lindong’s expression turned as cold as ice, originally about to cast a spell with a breath, suddenly interrupted by "your wife."
Seeing this, Cynthia triggered an extra pursuit round, "Able to find such a beautiful and virtuous wife, you truly are a winner in life!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan noticed Lindong displaying quite a peculiar expression.
Interrupted halfway through a breath, wanting to laugh but forced to maintain a straight face for pride, although the corner of his mouth was tougher to suppress than an AK.
He realized that this farmhouse girl was by no means simple, she was outstanding in observing expressions and gathering intelligence.
She had investigated their names and identities before arriving and designed a plan to cater to their preferences.
"I’ll think about it."
Ethan provided a tactful response, having witnessed everything rooted in Kaisaros’s illusion. He didn’t expect Kaisaros to design such a "hellish" simulation for candidates.
If a candidate was reckless and sought to launch a frontal attack on the Elemental Shapers, they would face a true god, a high-degree magic Elemental Shaper, and a middle-level god simultaneously.
"I’m not in a hurry."
Cynthia said, "You can respond to me after the war is over. If you wish to travel, I can offer you many great destinations... let’s meet tomorrow!"
With that, she disappeared from the treehouse like the wind, leaving Ethan and Lindong looking at one another.
The touch of the small banner was real, seeming to hold some sort of unknown magic power.
Before Cynthia arrived, he was discussing his experiences on the "magic net" with Lindong.
It was a cliff surrounded by an endless sea, appearing devoid of anything, as wind elements repelled that place.