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They say that even hard work requires talent.
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Hippolyte’s training methods are quite practical.
“When you meet someone directly, you can sense where they are aiming.”
It’s like this, they hit my chest, stomach, and face.
Of course, I didn’t think she had any ill feelings toward me, but when I got beaten up like this, I would often get angry.
“My sister is faster than you, Samaritan. Oh, that’s a given.”
“Ugh… .”
“You have excellent physical strength and stamina, but you lack agility. So you have to dodge just before it touches you. That’s the best method for you. And this is something you can only learn through experience.”
As I moved from inn to inn, I often saw people mincing meat with a meat grater to make sausages. I was just a sausage.
It was so badly beaten up that my whole body turned blue with bruises.
Luna, who sees me groaning every night because of that, gets angry and says, “Hippolyte, that bad girl! How can you beat up a person like this!”
“Hassan, aren’t you training too hard? What if you die like this?!”
“I don’t think I’ll die. The human body is stronger than you think.”
But as the second and third weeks of training passed and my registration at the Hippolyte Academy neared its end, I began to feel impatient.
I think you decided to learn Aura.
I couldn’t even see Aura’s typo, and I was busy avoiding Hippolyta’s attacks every day.
Still, I was able to dodge two out of five punches. However, as I had progressed, I now had to dodge Hippolyte’s attacks with a wooden stick.
“Think of this as a blade, not a stick. If the red paint on the end of this touches your body, you’re dead. In fact, strong swordsmen can kill people with just this kind of stick.”
Just as John Wick can kill people with a pencil, it seems that the powerful people of this world can kill people with thin sticks.
Whisk, snap!
“Okay, once I died. Samaritan, Hassan, Hassan-? I, my mind-.”
* * *
It looks like Hippolyta is teaching you the Spartan way.
“yes?”
In a thorough practical battle, those who fall behind are abandoned. That is the Spartan way. I don’t know if they still do it now, but back when I was alive, the Spartans were like that.
A skeleton knight sitting across from me at the campfire.
His description made me think of the Spartans. Was it a nation of mercenaries made up of tough warriors, male and female?
It was clear that they were extremely tough and ruthless, to the point that they were often grouped together with the Amazons and Samaritans when talking about tough warriors.
This stupid training method was the Spartan way.
The weak are eliminated. The strong survive. There is no better training method than this. Only the strong will survive, and those who survive will become strong.
Swish.
I felt the skull’s blue eyes turn towards my face. His eyes must have been staring at my swollen, red eye sockets.
Of course, that is if you can endure it.
“Is it true that if you endure, you become stronger?”
I asked quietly, feeling my face turn cold and my chest throbbing under my breastplate.
I feel like I’m somehow holding on each day, but honestly, I don’t feel like I’m getting stronger or improving.
Of course, it was funny to think that you could improve a lot after learning something for about a month. Even if you learn boxing or jiu-jitsu for a month on Earth, how much would you learn?
slowly.
Is it a skill of the body that is constantly developing?
It feels disappointing because there is no clear movement that says, “It’s like this.”
However, contrary to my worries, my proficiency in necromancy increased quite quickly.
As I watched the crudely made bone goblins tinkering around repairing the skeleton knight’s house, I began to wonder if it would be better to practice necromancy rather than just rolling around.
However, the Skeleton Knight speaks as if he is displeased with my use of necromancy.
It is evil to become strong easily. In the words of magicians, it is like the path of magic. What is easily obtained will betray you just as easily. In the end, it will only result in loss.
For someone who only had bones, the Skeleton Knight was quite picky.
If Hippolyte’s training was a thoroughly practical physical education class, the teachings of this skeleton knight were somewhat theoretical and close to spirituality.
In the end, all you can rely on at the last moment is your experience and your body. Lady Hippolyta knows this very well, so she plans to build it from the ground up.
“okay.”
You seem nervous, but it’s not that bad. You’re learning well. After a few years like this, no one on the street will be able to beat you.
How many years?
It must have been a very long time, but I felt a little reassured by the words that I was learning well.
More specifically, let’s talk about the karma numbers. Outside, they say that strength is measured in numbers?
“Yes, it is displayed as a numerical value for strength, agility, and stamina. All of these are added together to convert the level into a comprehensive value, and the criteria for tier promotion are determined.”
Ha, it’s ridiculous to rate a body. Experience and skills can’t be expressed in numbers. The trend of trying to express everything in numbers is spreading, so there are more and more people like you who are impatiently obsessed with numbers.
Don’t trust the levels too much.
The skeleton knight said the same thing that the other seasoned adventurers said.
For someone like Hippolyta or this man who has reached a certain level, is level just a number?
However, I somewhat agreed with what they said, as I had the magical ability to level up by increasing the task value, but on the other hand, I felt a sense of rebellion.
When these guys raise their level to a level where they can’t even make a sound, will they still maintain their attitude that numbers are not trustworthy?
I pictured myself at level 30, no, 40, no, 50.
Level 50.
Level 50 Hassan.
If I just walk around, will there be an earthquake or something?
I suddenly wondered how high I could raise this level.
To put it in simple terms for modern people, I was curious about what the max level was.
Is it going to rise endlessly?
Level 99 Hassan.
Strength, agility, and stamina all have values of 33.
Oh, damn, that sounds kind of gross.
I imagine myself growing into a giant, destroying buildings and shooting beams from my mouth, then I turn my gaze to the letters floating before my eyes.
A notation that has become quite familiar now.
This means that you have settled the battles of the minions and obtained task points.
My task score is currently at 210, as the Bone Wyvern, Agumon, is busy wandering around this valley near the abyss, destroying the ecosystem.
If you level up with Luna’s Totem, you will definitely be able to raise it to at least level 26.
Awwww-.
As I was happily spinning the circuit, I heard a rather terrible roar from below me. Something was crying loudly in the pitch-black darkness below the cliff.
I had no idea what or why this scream could have been. I didn’t really want to think about it.
Maybe it was that giant manticore, or maybe it was Elfriede’s party that went down there.
Today is the third day since the Skeleton Knight discovered Elfriede’s party.
Those who explore the abyss usually start to lose their minds after the third day. If they don’t get out today, those girls will truly experience living hell.
According to the Skeleton Knight, all sorts of hardships will begin to follow from around the third day.
As you walk through deep darkness, your sense of time and space will become blurred. Also, the poison of the abyss is strong. It is hellish magic. If you do not have resistance, your head will go crazy.
I’ve heard about the power of hell too.
Did you say that it was mana that spewed out from the distorted cracks between the underworld and the earth?
It is said to be a terrifying energy that possesses extremely strong power, but once one becomes addicted to it, it destroys the person.
Suddenly, I thought of Paranoy.
Paranoi, a nymph tainted by hellish magic.
Indeed, I felt sorry for Baek Eun-Jang, a member of Elfriede’s party, thinking that she would end up like Paranoy.
This is a story you should listen to, necromancer. If you use necromancy for a long time, you will become contaminated with hellish magic, and your personality may suffer.
“Is that so…?”
What do you mean there’s a problem with your personality?
As I was feeling a chill and creepy feeling because it was not completely without a clue, the skeleton knight added a few words.
In the first place, unless you are a priest of Pluto who has been specially trained, it is not easy to withstand the magic of Hell. Most of those priests of Pluto and necromancers are also corrupted people.
“A priest trained in a special way? What is that way?”
It is said that Pluto’s priests put all sorts of things into their bodies from a young age in order to become accustomed to the magic of hell. They put things like poisonous plants and insects into their bodies, turning their bodies into jars of worms.
The Skeleton Knight explained about a spell called the Worm Jar.
It is said that if you put all kinds of poisonous bugs in a jar, they will fight and eat each other until only one survives.
They say that the guy who survives like that becomes a curse with a really great poison.
Likewise, Pluto’s priests seem to have used their bodies like jars from a young age, turning themselves into giant poisonous insects.
From childhood, we have to eat bugs and poisonous plants to build up our tolerance.
I thought it was an extremely horrible and barbaric method of practice, but when I thought about it carefully, it seemed like Subal and I lived in a similar way.
Whenever my father got the chance, he would say things like, “I’m not a scorpion, I’m a scorpion” and put needles on my body.
I couldn’t even count the number of bugs I had eaten, but the taste of them was so horrible that I stopped thinking about them.
* * *
As I came out of the valley, the sun was already setting and a yellow sunset was forming.
Considering the summer and the long days, it would be around 7 o’clock in the evening.
As I was thinking about going home and having dinner with Luna, I saw a familiar pink head waving at me from the north gate of Sodomora in the distance.
“Hassan, over here-!”
Luna came out to meet me.
I was extremely tired from the hard training, but looking at Luna’s face, I felt a little better.
“Hassan, did you go to the valley today? I told you not to go there because it’s dangerous.”
“You have to do dangerous things to achieve great things.”
“hmm-.”
Hippolyte didn’t like my going to the valleys in the north very much either, but Luna seemed to think the same.
If you think about it from the other side, it seems like the country would be like that too.
If a soft girl like Luna were to wander around a place teeming with monsters, gathering herbs, I would be worried too.
“Hassan, you must be very tired! I’ll prepare dinner for you today! Let’s go and eat together!”
At that moment, Luna’s words brought me to my senses.
“Luna, you’re making dinner?”
Have you ever seen Luna cook? No, I don’t think so.
Someone was cooking for me. It had been a long time since I had something like that, so my fatigue was gone.
So I hurried back to Luna’s cabin.
『A wicked salad filled with the affection of a little night.』
『When consumed, it can temporarily increase your stamina level.』
“How is it? Does it suit your taste?”
Luna discovered that she was terrible at cooking.
Because I had to eat a salad with vegetables and greens that didn’t match the seasoning and strangely charred pieces of meat.
To be honest, it doesn’t taste good.
But Luna seemed to have put a lot of effort into cooking it, and she seemed to be expecting my reaction. What should I say in this situation?
Should I honestly say it’s not tasty?
Or should I say it’s delicious?
As I was thinking about this for a long time, I suddenly remembered that I had thought about this before.
Like a submarine suddenly surfacing from the water, memories from the past came back to me in an unintentional flashback.
This wasn’t the first time I had been treated to a meal by a woman, other than my mother or sister.
How many weeks had it been since I became a slave?
Hey, arsonist, want to try this? I was just trying it.
Elfriede once offered me something that looked like a flat pancake, saying she had made it before.
At first glance, it looked completely burnt black and gave off a strong salty smell, so I thought it was a new torture method.
You’ve never had anything like this in Samaria, have you? Alfheim-style pancakes.
But it really wasn’t as tasty as it looked.
Because it had a strong salty taste along with the burnt taste. It would have been somewhat edible if it had been sprinkled with sugar, but it seemed like salt was added instead of sugar.
Do elves like this kind of thing?
However, I was worried that if I said it was tasteless, Elfriede would feel bad and get scolded.
Do you just close your eyes and say it’s delicious?
If it’s delicious, well… I could make it every day.
Sval, do I have to eat this kind of stuff every day?
I would rather have been whipped.
I didn’t feel like eating this horrible stuff every day. If it was really bad, I would tolerate it. But this was really crossing the line.
Even though I was a slave, I had the natural right to refuse these foods.
John no taste.
Hey, this kid? He’s swearing!
Heeeeek-!
Now that I think about it, it seems like Elfriede started giving me some small amount of money for meals from that day on. I saved up that money and eventually saved 30 silver.
If I had said it was delicious that day, I would have continued to eat that tasteless food, and in the end, I would not have been able to collect even 30 silver, so would I have continued to be under Elfriede?
That was a bit scary.
Anyway, this is a moment that cannot help but bring back memories of that time.
“How is it? If it tastes good, I’ll keep doing it! Hassan is training hard, so I felt like I had to do something. I put in everything that’s good for your body. How is it? That meat is viper. It’s good for men!”
“… Indeed, that’s right. It feels good on the body.”
After washing off all the sweat, I felt my tired body become energized again. Above all, without realizing it, Juji suddenly stood up and became very embarrassed.
The snake meat effect is killing me.
Also, thanks to the strange food effect, my stamina level went up by 3, to 11. Thanks to that, my mind became clear and clear, which made me feel embarrassed.
How do you sleep?
At that moment, as I thought about that and pushed the empty bowl aside, Luna slid down on top of me.
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