"Be supernatural?"


    "Me?"


    Per pointed at herself, somewhat incredulous, fearing it might be just a joke from Enzo.


    Then Enzo asked, "So, are you willing?"


    "Yes, I do!"


    Per jumped up immediately, brimming with joy, shouting loudly on thekeshore to express her happiness. As Per ran, a trail of footprints appeared on the sand, which was soon followed by another trail of footprintsing back. When Per returned, she asked Enzo, "Mr Enzo, when do we start learning?"


    Enzo pointed to the ground and said, "Right now."


    Per asked, "What will we be learning?"


    Enzo shook his head and said, "I don''t know. Let''s learn as we go."


    Per didn''t understand Enzo''s words. She only saw Enzo jump into theke and, after a moment, return with a plump fish. The fish''s scales glittered with golden light under the moon, a rare golden-scaled fish that was now destined for roasting.


    Enzo found a long stick and had Per gather firewood, and the two of them began to roast the fish by theke.


    As the mes rose and the fish was slowly cooked, it emitted a crispy aroma. Per couldn''t help but drool and asked, "Mr Enzo, is this really learning?"


    Enzo countered, "Why wouldn''t it be?"


    Per was at a loss for words. She simply felt that this kind of learning didn''t seem reliable.


    She wanted to be a supernatural powerhouse, not a cook.


    Seeing Per''s impatient demeanor, Enzo''s face revealed a smile. Yet, a closer look would reveal that the mes reflected in his eyes were not the mes dancing before them, but symbols representing elements of the world, arranged in specific patterns to form distinct lines.


    The patterns in Enzo''s eyes represented fire.


    Per did not notice this.


    Although she had talent, her foundation was weak.


    Soon, the golden-scaled fish was thoroughly cooked, emitting an enticing aroma.


    Enzo removed the fish from the fire and handed it to Per, saying, "Eat up."


    Per took it but did not start eating right away. Instead, she asked, "What about you, Mr Enzo?"


    Enzo replied, "I don''t like to eatfish."


    Despite the fish''s exquisite taste, Enzo, ustomed to the diet of the Crimson Star Tribe, found theck of seasoning and vor uneptable.


    As Per ate the fish, the specific patterns in Enzo''s eyes shiftedagain.


    The fire-element patterns stacked together, giving an intense feeling. Meanwhile, the fire around them behaved oddly, coalescing into a vtile fireball that seemed on the verge of exploding. Enzo quickly threw the fireball into theke.


    Boom!


    A deafening explosion erupted, sending water from theke flying and causing countless fish to float to the surface.


    Fortunately, thekeshore was far enough from the Purple Agate Tribe''s residence that the disturbance went unnoticed by others, but Per was left in aweat that time.


    Wasthis the power of Mr Enzo?


    So impressiveit was!


    Ignoring the fish, Per curiously asked, "Mr Enzo, how did you do that?"


    Enzo was equally excited. He had only sensed something and tried it out, not expecting such powerful results. Moreover, the energy forming the fireball did note from him but from the external environment.


    This was a new path to bing supernatural!


    By using specific patterns to channel corresponding energies, one could manifest particr supernatural abilities!


    Enzo was thrilled.


    If he could understand the key aspects, it could significantly enhance the abilities of ordinary members of the Crimson Star Tribe.


    Of course, Enzo didn''t forget to answer Per''s question.


    He exined in detail and demonstrated theposition of the fire patterns. Although Per had the talent to understand the fire patterns, her mental strength was too weak to fully form them, resulting in only a few line segments of the pattern.


    But this still delighted Per.


    Because ame appeared in the palm of her hand.


    Per eximed in excitement, "Mr Enzo, I did it!"


    Enzo praised her a little but did not continue teaching other skills, instead encouraging Per to continue her own explorationthen.


    Time passed slowly, and as night gave way to day, the sun rose once more.


    The next morning.


    As soon as Enzo awoke and opened his eyes, he heard amotion outside.


    What''s going on?


    Enzo got up and walked outside.


    There, he found Per and Old Valencia facing Fitow.


    Unlike the previous day when Fitow was apanied by just a few burly young men, today he was followed by arge group of people. Notably, Enzo sensed a supernatural aura from the elderly man with the cane in front of Fitow.


    That must be the tribe''s priest.


    At this moment, Fitow shouted, "Old Valencia, hand over that kid!"


    Old Valencia lowered his head, troubled.


    Per spoke up to the priest, "Lord Priest, Mr Enzois definitely not a bad person. It''s Fitow who is trying to bully my grandfather and me, and that''s why Mr Enzohelped. Also, Mr Enzois a supernatural powerhouse!"


    This time, Per''s words did not have the desired effect.


    The priestof the Purple Agate Tribe nced at Per with a stern expression and said, "Valencia, Per, don''t you realize the danger you bring to the tribe by bringing this person here? Moreover, the supplies you''ve submitted have been increasingly insufficient. If this continues, I may have to consider expelling you from the tribe."


    Upon hearing this, Old Valencia finally reacted.


    He pleaded, "Lord Priest, please give us more time."


    Fitow sneered, "Old Valencia, everyone in the Purple Agate Tribe is working hard for the tribe''s prosperity, yet you continue to hold us back! Lord Priest, I suggest we expel them immediately. Also, for the safety of the tribe, we should imprison this strangerright now."


    The priest nodded in agreement and was about to give the order.


    At that moment, Enzo pushed through the crowd and stepped forward, casting a cold gaze at Fitow.


    Seeing Enzo''s indifferent stare, Fitow was immediately unsettled.


    However, bolstered by the presence of the priest, he dered loudly, "Lord Priest, it''s this man! Arrest him!"


    Enzo sneered, "Are you looking for trouble?"


    The remark silenced Fitow, but the Purple Agate Tribe priest''s expression darkened. He responded, "Young man, this is the Purple Agate Tribe. That is my domain. Are you sure you want to oppose our Purple Agate Tribe? If ites to fighting, it won''t be so simple."


    Enzo couldn''t help butugh.


    Even the priest of the Golden Lion Tribe wouldn''t dare to make such threats.


    Moreover, although he couldn''t use his various abilities at the moment, with his Level 6 priest body strength, no one there could harm himany more.


    Thus, Enzo was fearless.


    He stepped forward and walked up to Fitowin front of everyone''s gaze, speaking, "Yesterday, I spared you because Old Valencia pleaded for you. Now, youe here again. Do you understand the consequences?"


    Fitow, terrified, asked, "What do you want to do?"


    Enzo casually pped Fitow with immense force, sending him flying.


    In the process, Fitow knocked several Purple Agate Tribe members to the ground. When those members helped Fitow up, they found he was no longer breathing.


    They cried out in fear, "Lord Priest, he killed Fitow!"


    The Purple Agate Tribe priest was furious, shouting, "You''ll pay for this!"


    At that moment, an anxious figure interrupted the priest—one of the tribe members, running up and saying, "Lord Priest, the caravan has arrived."


    "The caravan arrived already?"


    The priest was astonished but quickly directed his attention elsewhere. He ordered the others to watch over Enzo and his group and hurried towards the camp''s entrance. As he approached, an arrogant voice called out, "Isaiah, are the goods I requested ready?"


    Isaiahwas the name ofthepriestof thePurple Agate Tribe .


    He pleaded, "Honored Lord Moregard, could you grant us a bit more time?"


    Moregard snorted and refused, "I don''t have that much time. I''m on a tight schedule to trade with other tribes, and any dy could be costly."


    With that, Moregard turned to leave.


    "Are you Moregard?"


    A voice called out, stopping Moregard. It was Enzo who spoke.


    Seeing Enzo approaching, Isaiah and the other Purple Agate Tribe members turned pale, particrly Isaiah, who couldn''t help but yell, "You foreigner, what do you want? How dare you address Lord Moregard by name with your lowly status!"


    Isaiah''s anger grew as he saw Moregard''s changing expression.


    Before he could continue scolding, he saw Moregard rushing towards Enzo with great excitement.


    This is a disaster!


    Everything is ruined!


    This kid has offended Lord Moregard!


    Isaiah regretted not dealing with Enzo sooner.


    But the words from Moregard left him stunned.


    Seeing Enzo, Moregard could hardly believe his eyes. He hurried over and asked, "Lord Enzo?"


    Enzo nodded. "It''s me!"


    Confirming Enzo''s identity, Moregard was thrilled and curiously asked, "Lord Enzo, how did you end up here?"


    "It''s a long story." Enzo said dismissively. Seeing Moregard''s expression shift from calm to worried, Enzo understood he had more to say. "Let''s discuss it over there."