YM778.TV Chapter 73: Training Frances (Fixed)
His claws grabbed a hold of its neck with an iron grip.
The Massive Stag struggled, its glowing antlers flaring as it attempted to shake him off. But the young man\'s beast-infused strength was too much. With a swift motion, he swung his body around the neck of the beast.
"CRACK!!!"
The beast staggered and then fell to the ground, unmoving.
As he stood over his kill, panting slightly, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. The chase had been exhilarating, the thrill of the hunt pumping through his veins. For a Were-beast Magus, this was how strength was gained—not through the study of ancient tomes or the precise casting of spells, but by dominating the wild and conquering the creatures that roamed within it.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at his surroundings.
He suddenly noticed he was at the edge of a lake. But half of the lake had actually been frozen over while the other half was still liquid but extremely dark and stinky.
The young man\'s pupils constricted and his eyes zoomed in on a pool of blood near by. At this point, the blood had fully dried.
Frances blinked his eyes and bent slowly as his snort shook, inhaling the scent of the blood.
"The blood of an almost Dual-mark magical beast. Didn\'t know someone this powerful was nearby. "
He himself had recently just become a Singularity Mage. He could barely kill a Rank 1 Single-Mark beast not to mention one who had almost developed their second mark. He would immediately choose to flee if he encountered such beast.
Curious, he began sniffing traces of the blood and was lead through the first until he came at the front of a large cave.
His golden pupils turned into slits as he saw multiple trees stacked against each other to dorm some sort of a barrier.
Shrugging his shoulder, immediately slashed his claws in an X shape manner and two large green wind blade formed, the wood immediately shattered as the wind blade effortlessly sliced through them.
...
Tron stretched his body as he yawned in satisfaction. The sleep had been nice and relaxing. Now he was invigorated.
Tje first thing he did was check his status.
"Status."
〘Name: Tronyc Mahoraga〙
〘Age: 16〙
〘Lifeform: Trancedent〙
〘Level: Dual-Circle Mage [7%]〙
❰Stats❱
〘Strength: 212〙
〘Physique: 223〙
〘Agility: 209〙
〘Mana: 33/33〙
〘Ability: Ultra Superior Adaptation(10000 limit points)〙
❰Blood Art: Blood Rage [Common] (100,000 limit points)❱
〘 Limit points: 19, 248〙
❰Techniques❱
〘Arcane Spells: 〙
〘Arcane Rune(s): Blood Blade (Low)[1000]〙
〘Arcane Meditation Technique: Seven Heart Rhythm, Simple Breath Flow technique〙
[Main quest: Kill, Arch Mage Fraust]
[Time limit: 11 months]
[Reward:??]
[Punishment: DEATH!]
[Sub Quest (1): Kill the Rank 2 Twin-circle Mage, Valtor]
[Time Limit: 3 months]
[Reward: ?? ]
[Punishment: DEATH!]
[Sub Quest (2): Kill a Single-cell Magical beast (completed)]
[Time Limit: 5 days]
[Reward: ?? ]
[Punishment: DEATH!]
[Sub Quest (3): Kill a Rank 1 Singularity Mage]
[Time Limit: 4 days]
[Reward: ?? ]
[Punishment: DEATH!]
With the strength of a Dual-circle magus, there was nothing much to fear in this dimension.
Now that he had completed the second sub quest, Tron was anticipating his rewards.
[Sub Quest (2): Kill a Single-cell Magical beast (completed) Do you wish to receive the the rewards now? Y/N_? ]
"Yes."
"BOOM!"
The space above him like an eye slit as an object landed right before him. In the next second, the void closed up as though it hadn\'t opens up in the first place.
It was a book, something that disappointed Tron severely as he was expecting a magical object or a life-saving potion sir something.
However, he was still glad he got something from the system.
"Million Magical Herb Codex."
"A herb book?"
Tron\'s face changed slightly. A book like this was very very rare to find and Herbalists as well as Mixologists would go out of their ways to find such book. But, he wasn\'t a herbalist!
Sigh, Tron ignored the book and proceeded to count his spoils of wars. Three special herbs, five Rank 1 magical beast corpses and a few crude weapons and 300 silver coins from the Stonemen Tribe.
He also found a small statue of the Stonemen god. It was a small statue emanating Arcane energy. Although he has no idea what it was, he knew he could sell it for a few gold coins.
After that, he immediately started his daily exercise. He would never give up free stat point. Moreover, the punishment as still death. Hence, he was forced to exercise.
The push up took him two hours to complete, he immediately went to his sit up position and started it.
Just as he was about to complete the sit up requirements, he suddenly stared at the entrance of the Cave.
"BOOM!"
The wood he used as cover shattered as splinters flew in all directions.
Tron stared with furrowed brows but continued his sit-ups.
At this moment, a figure walked through the entrance, eyes gleaming with ferocity as it glowed in the dark.
"Uhn? You\'re actually exercising?" Frances was stunned as he watched the young man continued his sit-ups while staring at him curiously
The two stared at each other for a while before Frances spoke.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
The question caught Tron off guard and his tempo was interrupted. This meant he needed to restart his sit up exercise.
Tron scowled at the young man faultily. It was this guys fault his momentum halted making restart the entire process. \'What\'s up with his face, a Were wolf in real life?\'
Tron spoke offhandly. "Do what you want."
He then ignored him and started another round of sit-ups.
[[+5 physique, +5000 limit points ]
[+1 strength, +400 limit points ]
[+0.1 agility, +300 limit points ]]
The young man immediately got into position and followed along Tron as he did his push ups, repeating everything he actually did and was even keeping up, synchronize as Tron\'s back spam hard against the cave ground and rise up, quickly, stirring up massive amounts of wind in the cave.
❰Daily quest: ❱
〘6000 Push Ups (6000/6000) incomplete〙
〘6000 Sit Ups (600/6000) incomplete〙
〘600 kilometers (0/600) incomplete〙
〘Punishment: DEATH!〙
Tron continued his sit-ups and when hefbresched half of his requirement, his muscles started screaming at him in protest.
It was as this moment Tron locked in. At this period, he gains stat points for every motion once he reached his limit.
At this point, Frances had long given up when he reached a thousand. He was currently panting, staring at Tron with disbelief on his as sweat dropped down his hair skin.
He couldn\'t believe he couldn\'t do half of the situp Tron was doing.
"3500 sit-ups and counting. What sort of monster is this?"
He had heard about people with in born strength but Tron was on a whole new level.
"4000!"
His jaw dropped and his fangs could be seen. But he hardened his gaze.
"I can still catch up!"
"4500"
Frances pupils constricted. But he gritted his teeth. As a Bloodline Magus, he was supposed to be powerful in both physique and spells. He refuse to believe someone could surpass him in body strength.
"I can still catch up! "
"5000!"
"Lies!"
Frances felt as though his entire life was a lie. All the stories his mother used to tell him were all lies! Bloodline Mages we\'re not invisible at close combat.
"6000!"
At this point, Frances was using his wuss to beg Tron to stop. His mind was already crumbling as he stared blankly at Tron without blinking his eyes. He couldn\'t think anymore. The ferocity in his eyes cubbed as he sat like a meek little wolf.
"6200!"
Trin collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud.
His belly all the way to his waist ached like he had been plowing the through the wet heavens for three days straight nonstop.
He felt as though he was about to die and his body about to collapse from sheer exhaustion.
It was tiring, but also truly invigorating.
It took five minutes for his muscles to recover,turning the kinetic energy into stat points to increase his strength.
Tron saw Frances staring at him blankly but wasn\'t surprised. If he also witnessed someone perform 6000 sit-ups without any runes, he would also be dumbfounded.
Tron stood up and started heading out of the cave. It was time to grind agility points.
"W-where are you going?"
Frances stood up hurriedly and followed Tron.
Tron slashes at a few trees nearby. "Going for a run."
Staking the trees against each other, he grabbed the ten logs of woodon his shoulder then placed it at the entrance of the cave. Then rolled a few boulder at the entrance for more security.
After which, he took off.
"W-wait for me!"