DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C65: A Spar?
Chapter 65: A Spar?
After training my {Blood Enhancement} trait to increase its level inside my dorm, I discovered two significant drawbacks through experimentation.
The first drawback was duration dependency. The enhancement's lasting power directly correlated with both the quantity and quality of blood used. Elite-rank blood maintained the enhancement for extended periods while providing stronger overall effects. Noble-rank blood, by contrast, offered shorter duration and weaker enhancement benefits.
The second drawback related to equipment rank. Higher-ranked items required substantially more mana investment to maintain the enhancement effect. It operated like a transaction system, I had to spend mana to extract enhancement benefits from the blood. Once the blood was exhausted, additional mana input became irrelevant.
The half-hour training session didn't yield immediate improvements, but I wasn't rushing the process. I decided to continue practicing the skill while walking to my next class, realizing I should have been training it during travel time from the beginning.
As I made my way through the academy corridors, I practiced subtle applications of Blood Enhancement on my Typhoon Pendant that I had gotten from the weapon treasury inside the academy.
Other students passed by without noticing my discrete practice sessions. The ability to train continuously throughout the day would accelerate my skill development significantly compared to my other skills.
The only reason I was able to practise the skill, was because I was in the academy. I didn't worry too much about using my mana, threats wouldn't make it inside the academy, so there was no need to fear an attack whilst having little mana to work with.
As for students, nobody dared to attack me. I wasn't someone to be bullied after all. Whether it was strength or background, I was superior to everyone else in both.
I arrived at the classroom slightly earlier than usual, with about five minutes remaining before the lesson started. I decided to use that time to continue practicing my Blood Enhancement trait.
There weren't many students inside at this early time. Once I entered and made my way to my seat, I noticed several classmates nodding acknowledgment in my direction, which I returned politely.
Settling into my chair, I resumed my discrete training with a small pendant, focusing on maintaining steady mana flow. A minute later, Emmet Cole arrived, hands buried in his pockets with a naturally angry expression on his face.
Our eyes met briefly across the room. Instead of heading to his usual seat on the opposite side, he changed direction and approached my desk directly.
I stopped enhancing the pendant and slipped it into my pocket before he reached me.
Once he stood before my desk, I looked up and said, "What's up?"
"I want to have a spar with you after class."
His directness was almost amusing, no greeting, no small talk, straight to his purpose. This was exactly what I had appreciated about his character in the novel. Unfortunately, the author had killed him off for the sake of Kyle's character development.
Sensing the perfect opportunity to build a connection with him and potentially alter his fate, I smiled and replied, "Sure."
I knew Emmet had little patience for pointless conversation, so I didn't waste time with unnecessary pleasantries. His eyes showed a flicker of approval at my straightforward acceptance.
"After Sylvia's class then," he confirmed with a slight nod.
"Sounds good."
He returned to his seat just as more students began filtering into the classroom, preparing for another lesson with their favourite instructor.
...
The class began with Sylvia taking on a more formal tone than her usual combat instruction style. Today's lesson focused on the historical foundations of our kingdom.
"The Kingdom of Eldrathia was not born from peaceful negotiation or gradual expansion, It was forged through blood, sacrifice, and the unwavering determination of those who believed in a unified future."
She gestured to a large map that materialized through magical projection, showing the continent as it existed before the kingdom's establishment.
"The first King, unified these lands, the continent was fractured into dozens of warring clans. Each clan controlled small territories, constantly fighting over resources, bloodline purity, and grudges that stretched back generations."
The map shifted, showing the chaotic borders and frequent conflicts between different coloured territories.
"The first King possessed the same legendary Tiger bloodline that his descendant, King Aldric wields today. But bloodline strength alone does not create kingdoms. It was his vision of unity and his willingness to pay the ultimate price that changed everything."
Sylvia's expression grew somber as she continued. "For thirty years, he fought campaign after campaign, not for conquest, but for consolidation. He offered every clan the same choice: join willingly as equals in a united kingdom, or be exiled from the land to face the vicious beasts."
The map displayed the gradual expansion of royal territory, showing how scattered clan holdings were slowly incorporated into a growing central authority.
"The soil of our kingdom was literally soaked with the blood of those who fought for this vision. Thousands of soldiers, both royal and clan forces, sacrificed their lives for the idea that a unified nation could provide greater security and prosperity than endless tribal warfare."
I found myself engaged with the lesson. Understanding the kingdom's violent founding helped explain the current political tensions between the great houses and the crown.
"Many clan leaders chose to submit rather than see their people slaughtered. These became the founding noble families we know today. The four Great Ducal Houses, Blackwood, Stormwind, Ironhold, and Rosewood all trace their origins to clan leaders who recognized the wisdom of unity over destruction."
Sylvia paused, her gaze across to find my eyes for a brief moment before continuing. "The kingdom you live in today exists because countless individuals chose to sacrifice personal ambition for collective stability. Never forget that the freedoms and opportunities you enjoy were purchased with blood and determination."
The weight of that bloody history settled over the classroom as students contemplated the price of their current comfortable lives.
The class ended soon enough.
Elen stood up from her seat with an excited look on her face. "Adrian! Want to go out to eat? I've got something I want to show you later."
With an apologetic look, I shook my head. "Sorry Elen, but I have a sparring match right now. Maybe later?"
Elen tilted her head curiously. "Sparring match? With whom?"
Emmet walked toward my seat and positioned himself right next to Elen, his sudden appearance startling her slightly.
"With me."
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Chapter 66: Sparring Emmet Cole [1]
Elen's eyes widened as she looked between us. "Oh! That's... unexpected. I didn't know you two were acquainted."
Emmet didn't seem to entertain Elene's chat. "I will wait for you in the arena."
Without waiting for my response, Emmet simply turned around and left.
I store my study materials inside the storage ring before standing up.
"What was that about? Did I do anything to bother him?" Elen looked at me with a confused look.
With a smile on my face, I shook my head. "Don't take his actions too personally, I think he doesn't like to talk much."
Elen nodded, though she seemed somewhat sceptical. "Can I come too? I would like to watch your spar, maybe I can learn a thing or to from you."
"Of course, I can't stop you from watching can I?"
As we prepared to leave for the training grounds, I could see other students taking notice of our arrangement. Based on their previous actions, my classmates loved gossip, so they would most definitely come to watch.
Emmet had already left through the door, clearly eager to begin.
I arrived at the arena alongside Elen. We both spotted Emmet waiting with his arms crossed, his expression focused and ready.
The arena was located in Section D. It wasn't actually just one platform, the huge space contained several smaller training platforms that students could reserve for private sparring sessions.
Since our spar wasn't an official match, we didn't need to get an instructor or third-year student as a referee. Only they were qualified to oversee formal matches, and all official bouts were recorded through magical artefacts to ensure any cheating would be caught and punished. This system meant no student or instructor dared show bias when refereeing.
For top third-year students, refereeing was a profitable side activity. They earned points for their services, which further reduced the effectiveness of bribery attempts, though the system wasn't completely fool proof.
Emmet had clearly reserved one of the smaller platforms for our use. I excused myself from Elen's side as she offered her final words of caution.
"Be careful," she said seriously.
I looked at her curiously. "You think I'm going to get hurt?"
"Quite the opposite. Be careful not to hurt him too badly," she replied, shaking her head with concern.
Fortunately, Emmet was far enough away that he couldn't hear her comment. I had no idea how he would have reacted to that assessment of our relative capabilities, and I preferred to keep his competitive fire focused on the upcoming match rather than any perceived slights.
I made my way toward the reserved platform where Emmet waited. I felt no concern or worry about the upcoming spar.
Once I stepped onto the platform, I glanced around and noticed a decent-sized crowd of students gathering to watch our sparring match.
Emmet's voice cut through my awareness of the spectators. "Ignore them. They won't benefit you when the beasts attack us."
His practical mindset was exactly what I'd expected from him - always focused on real combat applications rather than showmanship or social dynamics.
"Alright, let's begin," I replied, drawing my sword and settling into a ready stance.
Emmet took his position across from me, his hands already beginning to generate heat as small flames danced between his fingers. His eyes locked onto mine with intense focus.
The platform we stood on was roughly twenty meters in diameter, enough space for meaningful combat without being so large that mobility became the primary factor. The magical barriers around the edges would contain our attacks and prevent injury to spectators.
"No holding back," Emmet stated firmly.
"Understood," I confirmed.
Despite my confirmation, I was certainly not going to use my more powerful traits, aspect or even echo. Otherwise, a genius that is worth nurturing will become nothing but a corpse ready for burial.
The fight began with Emmet dashing toward me at considerable speed. Compared to other students, he was moving like lightning, his Elite-rank capabilities were immediately apparent and exactly what I'd expected from someone of his calibre.
Emmet launched a punch toward me that I sidestepped smoothly before countering with my own strike aimed at his midsection.
Whoosh!
My attack connected and pushed him backward, though he managed to block with crossed arms. When my fist made contact, I heard his bones strain under the pressure, I could tell the impact had hurt him despite his defensive posture.
I wasn't particularly concerned about the minor injury. Students at his family's economic level could easily afford healing potions, and small injuries like this were routine in serious sparring matches.
Emmet grimaced but immediately pressed forward again, flames beginning to spiral around his arms as he prepared a more serious offensive. His competitive nature was clearly ignoring any discomfort from my counterattack.
"Better," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with increased intensity. "But you'll need more than that to stop me."
"Wow. That was a powerful strike, I would seriously be injured if that strike had hit me. How is he still standing?" I heard one of the students murmur to one of his friends.
I gave a quick glance towards the crowd, more people were coming to watch. Whether it was second years, third years or even other students from the different classes in our year.
"Don't you dare ignore me!"
Emmet threw a powerful punch towards me with his hands engulfed in fire.
Immediately I crossed my arms to protect myself from the attack, it was a powerful strike and I needed to defend it.
Boom!
The attack was powerful, but it didn't do any real damage. But I had to give credit, where credit was due.
I was pushed back a step from protecting that punch. Sensing Emmet's intention of trying to continue the attack, I leapt back creating distance between the two of us.
Emmet wasn't fazed and followed me relentlessly trying to continue his attack.
As soon as my feet landed on the ground, I sprung back into action dashing towards Emmet that was doing the same.
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Chapter 67: Sparring Emmet Cole [2]
Emmet and I closed the distance simultaneously, both committed to landing decisive blows in our exchange.
Our fists connected almost simultaneously, my punch drove deep into Emmet's gut, forcing him to expel a massive breath of air mixed with saliva as his diaphragm contracted violently from the impact.
Whack!
His own strike caught me in the ribs, causing me to wince as the force jarred through my enhanced physique.
Pow!
The crowd around the platform erupted in excited murmurs as they witnessed the brutal exchange. Neither of us had held back in that moment, and the raw power behind both strikes was evident to every spectator.
Emmet staggered backward, his face pale as he fought to regain his breath.
"I expected nothing less, Adrian." Emmet said as he wiped a trail of blood from his mouth.
"Likewise, Emmet." I said, with a smirk on my face.
Despite the obvious pain, his eyes still burned with determination. He pressed one hand against his stomach while raising the other defensively, flames flickering around his fingers as he tried to maintain his combat readiness.
I rolled my shoulder slightly to work through the ache from his punch. His technique was solid, and the fire enhancement behind his strike had added significant force to what would have already been a formidable blow.
It had to be known that I wasn't using my more powerful traits, I was simply fighting him through my physical strength only, nothing else. Still, Emmet was powerful enough to make me feel some pain which was commendable.
"Still standing," I observed, respecting his resilience.
Emmet managed a pained grin between gasps. "Takes more than that... to put me down."
The brief exchange had demonstrated that we were in the same range of strength, though I was holding back considerably more of my true capabilities than he was.
Both of us reset our stances, preparing for the next phase of our sparring match.
A few strong scents of blood suddenly entered my nostrils. I recognized two of them immediately.
I turned my head to find Seraphina walking beside Kyle and a few other students approaching the arena.
My eyes met Seraphina's for a split second before I felt Emmet attacking me once again.
I met his strike head-on without bothering to dodge. I wanted this to be a straightforward exchange of blows. It wasn't a life-or-death battle anyway, and taking some damage would help me increase the level of my physical conditioning through real combat stress.
[Kyle Morrison's POV]
After hearing about Adrian's fight from passing students, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to make my way to the arena to see this person who had broken my record in action. Seraphina chose to come along as well, though she seemed more reluctant about it.
Once I arrived at the arena and my eyes landed on Adrian Blackwood in the middle of his sparring match, my eyes widened slightly in recognition.
I knew this guy. I didn't know him well, but I remembered him clearly. He was the one who had bumped into me when I first entered Luminara city weeks ago. The strange encounter where he'd stared at me for an uncomfortably long time before walking away without explanation.
"That's him," I said quietly to Seraphina, nodding toward the platform.
"I know," she replied, her voice carrying a complex mix of emotions I couldn't quite identify.
Watching Adrian fight was illuminating. His movements were controlled and precise, showing real combat experience rather than just academy training. The way he absorbed Emmet's attacks and countered impressed me despite my competitive instincts.
This was definitely the same person who had given me that intense look in the city, but his demeanour now was completely different. I expected nothing less from the man before me, in my eyes he was my rival.
Especially after breaking the record that I set recently using my full power.
As I watched Adrian's performance in the sparring match, I couldn't help but be impressed by his raw physical power. Each of his strikes carried tremendous force, and his defensive strength was equally impressive.
"Seraphina, what's his bloodline? I can see he's physically enhanced, but I'm not familiar with the specifics." I said quietly.
"It's the traditional Blackwood family bloodline," she replied, her tone carefully neutral. "It's related to physical strength and enhancement. The duke has a knight's bloodline that impressively increases his physical strength too."
I nodded, studying Adrian's movements more carefully. "I can definitely see that. His opponent, the guy with black hair and red streaks, he's putting up a good fight, but Adrian is stronger."
The exchange between the two fighters was intense. Adrian seemed to be deliberately engaging in direct confrontations rather than dodging. It was almost like he was testing himself as much as sparring with his opponent.
"He's holding back, someone who broke my record should be ending this fight much more easily." I observed.
Seraphina glanced at me with a thoughtful expression. "Perhaps he's being cautious about his ability, or maybe he's using this as training rather than trying to dominate."
Watching Adrian fight gave me insights into the person who had suddenly emerged as my primary competition at the academy.
***
The fight between me and Emmet continued for about five minutes. We both fought to our heart's content, enjoying ourselves without worrying about who was watching.
The fight between me and Emmet continued for about five minutes. We both fought to our heart's content, enjoying ourselves without concern for our audience. There was something about engaging in honest combat with someone like Emmet that made it enjoyable.
During the entire match, I could feel Kyle and Seraphina's gazes tracking my movements, but I paid them no attention.
So what if he was the protagonist of some story I'd once read? So what if Seraphina was arguably the most beautiful girl on campus? Their presence wasn't going to dictate my actions.
I had spent too long thinking of myself as a side character in someone else's narrative. That version of me, the one who measured his value against fictional plot points and worried about staying in predetermined lanes, was gone.
This was my life now. My choices. My story to write.
I wasn't going to spend my academy years hiding in the background, carefully avoiding the main characters for fear of disrupting some narrative. I had power, and opportunities that the original Adrian could never have dreamed of.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C68: Kyle Morrison
Chapter 68: Kyle Morrison
If Kyle wanted to compete for records, then we'd compete. If circumstances brought me into conflict or cooperation with any of the so-called main characters, I'd handle those situations based on my own judgment and goals.
The realization was oddly freeing. I threw another punch at Emmet with renewed vigor, no longer fighting as someone trying to avoid changing a predetermined story, but as someone determined to forge his own path forward.
Emmet grinned through his exhaustion as he blocked my strike, clearly appreciating the increased intensity. This was what real growth felt like - not careful adherence to someone else's script, but the courage to write your own.
After my fight ended with Emmet, we shook hands. Emmet did not stay for idle talk, and simply left the platform.
I didn't wait out either, making my way to Elen who looked at me with an excited expression.
After my fight ended with Emmet, we shook hands firmly. He didn't linger for idle conversation and simply left the platform, which was exactly what I'd expected from his straightforward personality.
I didn't wait around either, making my way directly to Elen, who looked at me with barely contained excitement.
"Adrian, that was incredible!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes bright with enthusiasm. "The way you matched his fire techniques with pure physical prowess, I've never seen anything like it. Your defence was brilliant, and when you absorbed those direct hits without flinching... it was like watching a completely different level of combat. I had always thought that you were more of an attacking based awakener, but after watching this fight, you are really an all rounded fighter."
She paused to catch her breath before continuing. "I could see you were not at your peak power too, you didn't have a sword with you. That level of power without your main weapon while still putting on such an impressive display takes real skill. Emmet's no pushover either, his fire bloodline is really cool, those tricks of his have really given me ideas on how I should use my own bloodline."
As Elen continued her analysis of the match, I heard a voice approach from behind.
"Excuse me."
I turned to see Kyle Morrison walking toward us, with Seraphina standing beside him like a silent statue. Her expression was carefully neutral, revealing nothing of whatever thoughts might be running through her mind.
"I'm Kyle Morrison," he said, extending his hand in greeting.
His tone was respectful but competitive. "That was an impressive sparring match, so I thought that I had to introduce myself."
I shook his hand with a normal, measured grip. "Adrian Blackwood. Nice to meet you, Kyle."
Seraphina remained motionless beside Kyle, neither speaking nor making any gesture of acknowledgment. I didn't bother addressing her directly, our previous relationship was concluded, and I felt no need to force awkward pleasantries neither did I want to.
We were never close anyway, the only thing that made us ever get in contact was the arrangement with our fathers and that has already been demolished.
"I heard you broke my record, I have to admit, I'm intrigued by the competition." Kyle continued, his dark eyes studying my face with obvious curiosity.
"Records are meant to be broken. Otherwise, they would have never existed in the first place, neither given any importance, no?"
Kyle nodded, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed it does. I look forward to seeing how this semester plays out."
The conversation was polite but charged with the awareness that we were now direct rivals for the academy's top position.
Before excusing himself, Kyle said, "Let's meet up sometime, for some coffee or food."
I nodded my head and replied, "I'm kind of busy recently. I'll let you know when I'm free."
I didn't want to get too close to this guy. I didn't particularly like him. Just because he was the main character didn't mean I had to become his babysitter, friend, or ally. At most, we could become acquaintances who maintained polite but distant relations. As long as his goals didn't go against mine, then we were on the same page, but if they did...then I will put myself first.
Kyle seemed to understand the subtext and nodded before departing with Seraphina trailing behind him like a silent shadow.
Watching Kyle leave, Elen turned toward me with obvious interest. "He's so handsome, isn't he? I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Aah...those black eyes...they are like the void, so deep."
I scoffed inwardly, not at her first observation of his handsomeness, but at the question she posed. As the protagonist, I knew his halo was practically invincible when it came to attracting romantic interests. His ability to collect admirers was as effortless as breathing.
Wondering if he had a girlfriend was amusing, especially knowing that this guy would eventually accumulate romantic partners like they were collectible Pokémon.
I kept this thought to myself and shrugged casually. "Who knows? Maybe you can ask him directly? He seemed like a nice guy, I'm sure he wouldn't be harsh to you."
She shook her head, suddenly bashful. "I can't... I'm too shy for something like that."
"Well, if you're genuinely interested, you could always find opportunities to interact with him naturally. You're both Elite-class students, so your paths will cross during joint exercises and competitions."
Elen nodded thoughtfully, though her cheeks remained slightly flushed at the suggestion.
I decided to redirect the conversation away from Kyle's romantic prospects. "Speaking of which, what was that thing you wanted to show me earlier? Before the sparring match interrupted our plans."
Her eyes immediately brightened as she remembered her original purpose. "Oh right! I wanted to show you a really cool shop outside the campus."
"Oh? You were looking for shops outside the campus? Why?"
Elen smirked before saying. "You forgot already? You've told me that we should keep our points until at least the next payment, to check if there is any hidden agendas. So, I decided to look for shops that took golden coins instead."
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Chapter 69: Adrian is Worried [1]
Elen led me outside the campus since our classes had ended for the day. We still had assignments to complete, improving based on feedback from our previous lessons, but those could wait for now.
After about ten minutes of walking from the campus grounds, we stood outside the shop Elen had mentioned earlier.
The establishment was quite large and contained an impressive variety of materials and supplies spread across multiple sections.
"You like it, don't you?" she said with a grin on her face.
I nodded my head. The place was indeed to my liking, the shop had a diverse inventory of items that would be useful for my upcoming plans.
"I stumbled upon this gem during my research. It has all kinds of materials we need for both alchemy and blacksmithing. I figured that before my lessons start, I should invest in some basic materials to get myself going, so I'm not completely clueless when the classes begin."
"You're right. I was thinking along the same lines." I said whilst checking the different shelves.
Elen's expression brightened at my agreement.
While I concurred with her reasoning, my motivation was different. It wasn't because I would be clueless. Rather, I wanted to test my recently acquired skill. The system had granted me Tier 1 blacksmith knowledge, so I should be able to create Mortal-grade items without issue, at least according to the information in my head.
Elen and I explored the store. She had clearly done her research on appropriate materials for beginner alchemical experiments, and my inherited knowledge guided me toward suitable blacksmithing supplies.
Within ten minutes, we had selected and purchased our respective items. However, I noticed Elen's expression grow conflicted when she paid for her materials. She hesitated over the final amount and seemed to count her coins carefully, which made me question whether her family's financial situation was as stable as other noble households.
The Brightwater family was positioned at the lower end of the aristocratic hierarchy, and perhaps their resources were limited. Her careful budgeting suggested someone who couldn't afford to make purchasing mistakes.
"Got everything you need?" I asked casually, not wanting to draw attention to what I'd observed.
"Yes, this should be perfect for getting started," she replied, though her smile seemed slightly strained.
I nodded in turn, not wanting to intrude. We weren't close enough for me to inquire about her family situation, so I decided not to dwell on the matter and focus on my own concerns for now.
As I made my way back toward the academy, I spotted two figures I recognized from my family estate. They were among our most powerful guards, both at Transcendent rank. A slight frown formed on my brow as I walked toward them.
I excused myself from Elen. "I need to handle something. Take care."
"See you later," she replied with a wave before casting the two guards a quick glance then entering the academy.
The guards spotted my approach and walked toward me respectfully.
"Young Master," they greeted in unison with formal bows.
"Why are you here? Did something happen back at the estate?" I asked immediately, concerned about potential emergencies that might've happened at the estate.
They shook their heads. "Nothing happened at the estate, Young Master. We were instructed by Lord Marcus to provide protection for you. As for the specific reason, you can speak to the lord himself and he shall inform you."
I contemplated their words for a moment before responding. "Alright. I'm assuming you have accommodations arranged? You can't enter the academy grounds."
"Yes, Young Master. We have secured lodging in the city."
One of the guards then retrieved a storage ring and extended it toward me. "The lord has instructed us to deliver this to you."
I accepted the ring, feeling its weight in my palm. "What's inside?"
"We were not informed of the contents, Young Master. Lord Marcus said you would understand once you examined it."
"How long are you planning to remain here?"
"Until further orders from the lord, Young Master. We are to maintain discrete surveillance and intervene only if you face genuine threats."
"Discrete surveillance," I repeated thoughtfully. "So you will be following me everywhere?"
"Correct. We will monitor from appropriate distances and positions. As for the academy, we won't enter. The academy's own security makes our presence largely precautionary."
I nodded, though I wondered what had prompted my father to suddenly assign Transcendent-rank protection. "Very well. I'll contact my father tonight to discuss this arrangement."
"As you wish, Young Master."
I made my way to my dorm, though I had other matters on my mind. The sudden appearance of these guards was disturbing, even if they claimed nothing had happened. I entered my room and closed the door behind me before taking out my communication crystal to contact my father.
My father didn't respond to my initial request, most likely busy with estate business. So I decided to try reaching my mother instead.
Thankfully, she answered immediately.
"Adrian, sweetheart! How lovely to hear from you," her cheerful voice came through the crystal, instantly lifting my mood. "How are your classes going? Are you eating properly? Making friends?"
I couldn't help but smile at her barrage of motherly concerns. "I'm doing well, Mother. Classes are challenging but manageable, and yes, I'm eating regularly."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! Awe...I can't believe my baby boy is finally growing up, I'm going to cry!"
My mother started weeping out of nowhere, and I panicked slightly. "Mother, why are you crying? Everything is fine!"
"I-I know honey, but just thinking about your chubby cheeks when you were young..."
Her personality was sure something, and to be honest this is what me made me truly feel like she was my mother. Whilst, she wasn't exactly the mother who had given birth to me, her motherly love radiated that warmness that made her feel like one.
We continued chatting for a while. As I comforted her, she updated me on gossip, asked about my classmates, and fussed over whether I was getting enough sleep.
"Actually, I was hoping to speak with Father, I couldn't get a hold of him, Is he available?"
"He's in a meeting with some regional administrators right now, but it should finish within the next few minutes. You know how these political discussions drag on."
After a few extra minutes of pleasant conversation, I ended the call with promises to visit soon.
True to her prediction, my father's communication crystal activated moments later, requesting a connection.
Time to find out why Transcendent-rank guards had suddenly appeared to watch over me.
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Chapter 70: Adrian is Worried [2]
"Good afternoon, Adrian."
"Good afternoon, Father. How was your meeting?"
My father wasn't surprised that I knew about it, clearly having guessed I'd spoken to my mother first.
"It went as well as could be expected. I know you're surprised about the two guards I sent, so I'll get straight to the point. Two of our carriages were attacked during transport from Alderton City. Many of our people died and valuable cargos were stolen."
My eyebrows furrowed at the news. Our family crest was prominently displayed on all our carriages, and for someone to attack them even after seeing that symbol, and still being capable of killing our people, meant these weren't amateur bandits. This was a premeditated plan executed by competent adversaries.
"Is there anyone alive for questioning?" I asked, though I suspected the answer was no.
"None. They either died in the fighting or fled the scene completely. The meeting I just finished was about this exact issue. We need to identify the perpetrators quickly, or this will escalate into a serious problem. The enemy isn't weak, they deployed multiple Elite-rank fighters and at least two Transcendent-rank awakeners. That's why I sent you those guards, son. They might target you directly."
I nodded grimly. "Thank you for the protection, Father."
Having the backing of a duke certainly had its advantages. Two Transcendent-rank guards protecting me, combined with my current capabilities, made me nearly invincible unless a Commander-rank opponent appeared on the scene or we were fully surrounded.
Then I asked him about the contents of the storage ring. I had already examined it, my father had sent approximately 50,000 gold coins, which was an enormous sum considering I'd only spent about five hundred coins on mortal-grade materials at the shop with Elen. But the money wasn't what prompted my question, it was something else.
There was also a sword, and I could tell immediately that it was extremely powerful. Since my system couldn't appraise items it hadn't given me, I needed to ask about its specifications.
"That's a Rare-ranked sword, son. I commissioned it from the kingdom's greatest blacksmith the day we began training together. With everything that's happening, you should keep it close. It's called Knight's Wrath, bind it by dropping your blood onto the blade."
I paused, feeling genuinely moved by his foresight and care. The family I had transmigrated into was truly exceptional. A rare ranked sword was an item that transcendent rank beings dreamt of having.
"Father, this must have cost a fortune. Thanks a lot."
"Your safety and success are worth any price, Adrian. Besides, you've already proven yourself capable of wielding such equipment. Your bloodline and record-breaking performances at the academy show you won't let it go to waste."
I examined the weapon more carefully after summoning it from the storage ring. The craftsmanship was extraordinary - every line and curve spoke of masterful technique and premium materials. This wasn't just equipment; it was a work of art designed for serious combat.
"The blade can cut through every Elite-rank defences without difficulty. Against, awakeners at the transcendent rank, it can break through most of their defences. But remember, the sword is only as effective as the person wielding it. Without understanding your sword, you will not be able to truly make it shine."
"Yes, father. I won't disappoint you."
"You already haven't, son. Your mother and I couldn't be prouder of what you've been doing. Just promise me you'll be careful. These attacks on our people suggest someone is testing our family's defences. I don't want you taking unnecessary risks, and if possible, reduce your hunts in the forest."
"I promise to be more cautious. The guards you sent will help ensure that."
"Good. Is there anything else you need? "
I considered his offer carefully before shaking my head. "Not at the moment. The financial support and equipment should cover my immediate needs. If the situation changes, I'll contact you immediately."
"Very well. Take care of yourself, Adrian. And remember, you're not just representing yourself at that academy. You carry the Blackwood name and everything it stands for."
"I won't forget, Father."
After ending the communication, I sat in contemplative silence, thinking about who would possibly want to attack the blackwood family. After ravaging through my memories, I decided to not dawdle on the matter. Whilst the suspects where very obvious, pinpointing to a specific suspect was the issue.
The original Adrian had been fortunate to have such parents, even if he'd been too immature to appreciate them properly. I wouldn't make that mistake.
I retrieved Knight's Wrath from the storage ring, feeling its perfect weight and balance. Time to bind this weapon and prepare for whatever challenges lay ahead.
I cut my fingertip with the blade's edge, letting a small drop of blood fall onto the cold metal. The crimson droplet landed on the steel before being absorbed immediately into the weapon's surface.
An intense light suddenly erupted from the sword for a brief moment before fading back to normal. While the weapon appeared unchanged externally, I felt a profound shift in our connection. It no longer felt like just any sword, it was unmistakably mine now.
This was the beauty of blood-bound items. The weapon would now respond to my specific mana signature and will. No one else would be able to wield Knight's Wrath with the same effectiveness, even if they somehow managed to steal it from me.
I gave the sword a few practice swings, marvelling at how naturally it felt. The balance point had shifted slightly to accommodate my preferred grip.
My father had truly given me something extraordinary. This weapon would serve me well through whatever challenges the academy and the wider world might present.
With Knight's Wrath properly bound and my new guards stationed nearby, I felt more prepared than ever to face the uncertainties ahead.
I stood up from the couch preparing to head to section G to book a room to start practising using my blacksmithing tools.
The ideas in my mind were wild, and I couldn't wait to start implementing them.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C71: Blacksmithing Room [1]
Chapter 71: Blacksmithing Room [1]
I made my way towards Section G, but this time it wasn't for class or normal training.
I scanned my card on the door reader, hearing the mechanism click as access was granted.
[-1,000 Points]
Once inside the room, I was greeted with a sight that immediately impressed me.
The blacksmithing workshop was spacious and meticulously organized, designed for both safety and efficiency.
Dominating the centre of the room stood a massive forge, its iron body blackened from countless hours of use. The forge's mouth glowed with steady heat, maintained by a combination of magical enhancement and traditional coal. Above it, a crystal drew smoke and sparks upward, keeping the air breathable despite the intense heat.
To the left of the forge, a heavy anvil sat mounted on a thick wooden stump, its steel surface polished smooth from years of hammering. Arranged nearby were hammers of various weights and sizes, from delicate finishing tools to massive sledgehammers.
Along the walls, tool racks held an impressive array of specialized equipment: tongs in different shapes for gripping hot metal, files for smoothing surfaces, chisels for detailed work, and measuring instruments for accurate crafting. A large water trough sat ready for quenching heated metals, its surface occasionally rippling from the workshop's vibrations.
Workbenches lined two walls, their surfaces scarred but sturdy, equipped with vises for securing projects during detailed work. Raw materials were organized in clearly labelled sections - iron bars, steel billets, various alloys. These materials were just the basics, and nothing like the items that I had bought from the shop.
The lighting was excellent, combining natural illumination from high windows with magical orbs that could be adjusted for different tasks. Ventilation systems kept the air moving, preventing the accumulation of dangerous fumes while maintaining the necessary heat levels around the forge.
Safety equipment was prominently displayed and easily accessible - leather aprons, protective gloves, eye shields, and burn treatment supplies. The academy clearly took student welfare seriously in these potentially hazardous workshops.
This was a tier 1 facility that could accommodate everything that a tier 1 blacksmith would use, it was by no means comparable to the more advanced facilities available at the academy.
It was the most basic blacksmithing room in the academy.
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I took out the items I had purchased and placed them carefully on the workbench. I had bought a kilogram of Mithril.
the legendary lightweight metal that was stronger than steel despite feeling almost weightless in the hand. Perfect for creating things like delicate Armor that wouldn't restrict movement, blacksmiths prized it for crafting mail that felt like silk but could stop arrows cold.
I had also acquired a kilogram of Orichalcum wire. The golden metal that naturally channeled magical energy with remarkable efficiency. It was just like copper for conducting electricity back in the real world, Orichalcum Ideal for crafting spell-focus weapons, enchanted tools, and items that stored mana for later use. The metal glowed faintly when magic flowed through it, making it easy to monitor energy flow during the crafting process.
A kilogram of Quicksilver Steel
, which was a Mercury-infused alloy that's incredibly flexible yet strong. Weapons made from it can bend without breaking and return to shape. It was popular for whips, flexible blades, and adaptive Armor.
Finally, I had purchased a chunk of Resonite. The peculiar stone that vibrated at specific frequencies when exposed to magical energy. This was the core component used in communication crystals that allowed long-distance speaking. The stone could amplify both sound and magical signals across vast distances with proper preparation.
I had bought these materials not for a single project, but for multiple ambitious undertakings that would push my blacksmithing knowledge to its limits.
The Mithril would serve as a stable base material for most of my projects. Its unique properties made it invaluable as a foundation component, lightweight enough not to burden the user, yet strong enough to maintain structural integrity under stress.
The Orichalcum wire was another essential element. Most magical items needed proper mana conduction channels, otherwise their effects would be severely diminished. The golden metal's natural affinity for magical energy made it perfect for creating the internal networks that would power my creations.
The Resonite was where things became both tricky and exciting. With this stone, I could attempt to create something revolutionary, a communication device far more advanced than the basic crystals currently available. The existing communication crystals were essentially magical versions of old rotary phones from Earth, functional but primitive.
One of my ambitious goal was to craft an enhanced communication device with multiple frequency channels, possibly even visual transmission capabilities if I could integrate the Resonite properly with Orichalcum conducting networks.
But another project was what really excited me, a flying sword controlled through mana manipulation. Naturally, awakeners gained the ability to fly at Royal rank, but I wanted that capability much earlier. The advantages of aerial mobility in this world were enormous, and the applications for exploration, combat, and escape scenarios were limitless.
Plus, I had to admit, it would look incredibly cool to casually summon a flying sword for transportation.
The technical challenges would be difficult to navigate but it would also be fun and very useful. I'd need to create a stable levitation enchantment, integrate responsive control systems, and ensure the sword could bear my weight safely during flight. The Mithril would provide the structural foundation, while Orichalcum networks would channel my mana into the levitation mechanisms.
While I had all these ambitious thoughts, attempting them immediately would be impractical. They were projects that needed more planning, it wasn't easy to create them. For now, I wanted to create something immediately useful and within my current capabilities.
A crossbow.
In a world dominated by swords and shields, the crossbow represented a revolution. No years of training required, no master archer's strength needed, just a trigger, a bolt, and precision at distance.
The crossbow I intended to craft wouldn't be useful against higher-rank opponents, but that wasn't my target market. I planned to design it for Noble-rank and Elite-rank awakeners with lower-tier bloodlines, a substantial demographic that would represent both an incredible business opportunity and a manageable first project.
Hopefully the crossbow would evolve to suit higher rankers as my knowledge and strength increased, but for now this was what I was capable.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C72: Blacksmithing Room [2]
Chapter 72: Blacksmithing Room [2]
Crossbows were effective for fundamental reasons I understood from personal experience. My father back on Earth had been an antique collector who'd insisted on showing me his hunts with historical weapons during our wilderness trips. The experience had been educational, if unconventional.
Unfortunately, I had never participated in the hunts themselves, but I did watch. Anyways, the mechanics were straightforward: the string gets drawn back using hand strength, a lever, or crank mechanism, then locked into a catch called the sear.
A short projectile , called a bolt sits in the groove along the stock in front of the drawn string. When the trigger releases the sear, the string snaps forward, transferring its stored energy into the bolt and propelling it toward the target.
Based on these principles, I could create a crossbow using my current Tier 1 blacksmithing knowledge. The finished product would be Mortal-grade quality, but still effective enough to help kill Noble-rank monsters, exactly what my intended customers would need.
I began sketching the basic design on a piece of parchment, calculating the optimal dimensions for the stock, the tension requirements for the string mechanism, and the trigger assembly that would make the weapon reliable and safe to operate.
After I was done with the first step, which was the design of the cross-bow, it was time to get to work.
Before I started working, a notification flashed before my eyes.
[Daily Login Available!]
[Would you like to claim your daily reward?][Yes | No]
After pressing yes, another notification appeared that made my heart skip a beat.
[Congratulations! You have received: Aspect Rank Upgrade Card]
[Aspect Rank Upgrade Card]
[Grade: Rare]
[Details: Increases the rank of any chosen aspect by one rank. The maximum rank aspect is Elite.]
I stared at the notification in complete disbelief.
An Aspect Rank Upgrade Card was beyond valuable, I didn't even know such a powerful item was within the available rewards. This card was practically system breaking, it was known that aspects and echoes could not increase in rank no matter what. Because even killing a stronger, more powerful version of the same beast you had killed when you attained that aspect, it still didn't guarantee you would get the same aspect.
I currently possessed two aspects: Silent Predator and Serpent Scales, both at Elite rank. Using this card would elevate one of them to Transcendent rank.
The implications hit me like a thunderbolt. I already had a Transcendent-rank echo, and with a Transcendent-rank aspect to complement it, I could possibly fight and defeat Transcendent-rank opponents even at my current overall strength level.
This daily reward was absolutely extraordinary.
I didn't hesitate for even a moment. The choice was obvious.
While Serpent Scales was useful for poison resistance and related abilities, Silent Predator offered far more versatility in combat, stealth, and general survival situations.
I activated the card immediately.
[Aspect Rank Upgrade Card has been used!]
[Select an Aspect]
→ Silent Predator (Elite)
→ Serpent Scales (Elite)
I pressed on Silent Predator without any hesitation.
[Silent Predator has been upgraded to Transcendent rank!]
The transformation happened instantaneously as I checked my status.
[Host: Adrian Blackwood]
[Bloodline: Supreme Vampire - 20%]
[Rank: Elite]
[Traits: Blood Control (2nd Order, Lvl.3), Supernatural Physique (1st Order, Lvl.3), Blood Enhancement(1st Order, Lvl.1), Blood Trail (2nd Order, Lvl.1)]
[Aspect: Serpent Scales(Elite), Silent Predator (Transcendent)]
[Echo: Stone Armor(Transcendent)]
I checked the details of my evolved aspect, and the results were very satisfying.
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[Aspect: Silent Predator]
[Rank: Transcendent]
[Type: Active]
[Details: Grants the ability to camouflage with the surroundings for five minutes. Your presence becomes nearly non-visible for those at similar strength, as for those at weaker strength, you become invisible. Your breath, scent, and visibility are all reduced to imperceptible levels for nearby enemies. Attacking or being attacked during activation cancels the aspect. Cooldown: 6 hours]
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The duration of the aspect has increased by five times, the cooldown has been reduced by two times and the overall effect had improved. My presence to those weaker than me would be completely non-existent, as for those at similar rank, it would be difficult for them to find me, unless they have some sort of ability to detect me.
After examining my enhanced aspect, I refocused on the task at hand and began working on the crossbow project.
I started by heating a piece of steel in the forge, watching as it gradually shifted from dull grey to bright orange. Using tongs, I carefully shaped what would become the crossbow's prod, the horizontal bow portion that would store and release the string's energy. The metal needed to be strong enough to handle repeated tension cycles while maintaining flexibility.
Working the heated steel against the anvil, I gradually curved it into the proper arc, testing the spring tension as it cooled.
The hammering echoed through the workshop as I refined the shape, drawing on both my inherited blacksmithing knowledge and memories of examining historical crossbows.
After I was satisfied with the shape, I moved on the next task.
Instead of creating a traditional mechanical trigger system, I decided to incorporate a mana-based amplification mechanism that would make this crossbow not only new, but also unique and wanted in the market.
I began crafting the sear, the catch mechanism that would hold the string, using a combination of steel and thin Orichalcum wire. The golden metal's natural mana conductivity would allow the sear to respond directly to magical energy input rather than physical trigger pressure. I carefully wove the Orichalcum through the steel framework, creating conductive pathways that would channel mana throughout the mechanism.
The stock required similar treatment. I carved it from hardwood, then inlaid delicate Orichalcum wire patterns along its length. These channels would distribute mana evenly from the user's grip point to the sear mechanism, ensuring consistent energy transfer. The wire pattern resembled intricate filigree work, both functional and aesthetically pleasing.
For the string, I wove together traditional bowstring materials with Orichalcum threads. This hybrid construction would allow the string to store and amplify the user's mana input, converting mana into additional kinetic force when released. The more mana channelled into the system, the more powerful the bolt's impact would be.
The breakthrough came in designing the mana regulation system. I created small Resonite chips and embedded them at key points along the Orichalcum network. These would vibrate at different frequencies based on mana input levels, providing feedback to help users gauge their energy expenditure and prevent overloading the weapon.
A low mana input would produce a standard shot comparable to a shot capable of injuring noble-rank beasts. Medium input would significantly increase bolt velocity and penetrating power. High mana investment could easy punch through Noble-rank defenses, making this weapon dangerous even to opponents above the user's normal capabilities.
The beauty of this design lay in its scalability. Weak awakeners could use minimal mana for basic functionality, while stronger users could channel substantial energy for devastating attacks. The weapon would literally grow with its owner's capabilities like other magical items, which made it more powerful than usual crossbows.
Safety mechanisms were crucial. I incorporated Resonite warning stones that would glow if mana input exceeded safe thresholds, preventing the weapon from exploding in the user's hands. The Orichalcum channels were designed to safely disperse excess energy if overloaded.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C73: Final Product, Testing Phase.
Chapter 73: Final Product, Testing Phase.
Testing the completed trigger mechanism, I channelled a small amount of mana through the grip. The Orichalcum wires glowed faintly as energy travelled to the sear, which released smoothly without requiring any physical pressure. The Resonite feedback chips hummed quietly, indicating successful energy transfer.
This crossbow would revolutionize ranged combat for Noble to Elite-rank awakeners, offering them a weapon that could compete with higher-tier opponents through clever application of their existing mana reserves.
What made this product particularly valuable was my ability to mass produce it. After creating the prototype and confirming its effectiveness, I could send the design to my father and have our estate's craftsmen begin manufacturing copies.
I wasn't starting from scratch or needing to negotiate with other influential families for production assistance. The advantages of being part of a ducal house were truly countless, we had the resources, skilled workers, and distribution networks already in place.
I inspected the crossbow with satisfaction. This specimen had cost approximately 50 gold coins in materials and taken only thirty minutes to craft. The cost-to-performance ratio was excellent for what would likely become a premium weapon.
Furthermore, the cost was so high was because I didn't have the proper channels to buy the items I needed in bulk. When that was put into perspective, the price would become even cheaper, resulting in a higher net profit yield.
After testing the structural strength of various components, I was satisfied with most aspects except for the bolt groove, the channel where arrows were placed. The current design had a fixed size, which meant users couldn't accommodate different arrow types. There were heavy bolts for Armor penetration, light bolts for speed and accuracy, specialized bolts with different heads, but my current groove could only accept one standard size.
I decided to incorporate an adaptive mechanism inspired by the lock-and-key enzyme system from biology. In living organisms, enzymes have active sites that change shape to perfectly accommodate their specific substrate molecules. The enzyme's flexible structure allows it to "embrace" the correct molecule while rejecting others that don't match.
Of course, the crossbow would reject structures that aren't like the arrows, but apart from that it would accept most arrows.
I could create a similar system using the flexible Quicksilver Steel which was known for its flexible yet strong mercury-infused alloy.
The bolt groove would have flexible walls that could detect the dimensions of whatever projectile was inserted and automatically adjust to grip it perfectly. Small sensors would measure the bolt's weight and dimensions, then signal the Orichalcum-enhanced walls to shift into the optimal configuration.
The mechanism would work through mana feedback loops. When a bolt was placed in the groove, tiny Resonite crystals would vibrate at frequencies corresponding to the projectile's physical properties. These vibrations would trigger the shaped memory alloy components to contract or expand, creating a custom-fitted channel for each individual bolt.
This adaptive groove would accommodate everything from heavy siege bolts to light arrows, maximizing the weapon's versatility. Users could switch between ammunition types mid-combat without needing different weapons or manual adjustments.
The engineering challenge excited me immensely. I immediately began working on the prototype mechanism, carefully shaping the memory alloy strips and positioning the sensor crystals. The groove would need multiple adjustment points to handle the wide variety of bolt designs available in this world.
Creating this adaptive system would increase production costs, but the added versatility would justify premium pricing. A crossbow that could use any available ammunition would be an absolute game changer to adventurers and guards who couldn't predict what situations they might encounter.
I heated the forge again and began crafting the delicate components needed for this innovative bolt-fitting system.
I finished crafting the second prototype just as my reserved time in the blacksmithing workshop expired. The adaptive bolt groove mechanism had taken longer than expected, but the results were worth the effort. The crossbow could now accommodate various ammunition types seamlessly.
After cleaning my workspace and securing my tools, I gathered both prototypes and left the academy grounds to test them properly. Field testing would reveal any flaws that the basic workshop examination might have missed.
The moment I stepped outside the academy gates, my assigned guards approached immediately.
"Young Master." They both saluted me with respect.
"I'm heading to the forest, I have a weapon that I want to test."
Both guards looked deeply troubled by my request.
"Young master...Given the recent attacks on your family's carriages, perhaps testing your weapon within the academy's safer training grounds would be more prudent." The guard said with obvious concern laced in his voice.
"The risk is manageable," I replied firmly. "We'll stay in the forest's outer perimeter where only Noble-rank beasts roam. Nothing there should pose a serious threat to any of us."
The guards exchanged meaningful glances, clearly uncomfortable with my decision but recognizing they couldn't directly refuse their lord's only son.
"Very well, Young Master," the second guard said reluctantly. "We'll maintain close proximity and retreat immediately if we encounter anything suspicious."
"Agreed. This is purely a weapons test, not a hunting expedition."
We made our way toward the forest that bordered the academy grounds. The outer sections were relatively safe, used regularly by students for practical exercises and material gathering and by low-rank hunters that hunted for their living.
As we walked, I mentally reviewed the crossbow's specifications. The mana amplification system needed real-world validation, and the adaptive bolt groove required testing with different ammunition types under actual field conditions.
On the way to the forest, we stopped by a weapon's shop to purchase the different arrows I wanted to test before continuing on our way to the forest.
Despite being in the city, the guards still maintained alertness in case of any surprise attacks in the city. Although such attacks seldom happened, they did happen, so it wasn't an impossibility.
After some time, we arrived at the border of the city. We were now officially outside the city, and in the monster infested forest.
A smirk formed on my face, as I prepared to test my new inventions.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C74: Testing Phase
Chapter 74: Testing Phase
Soon enough, I encountered my first target, a Lazarus Sloth, the same type of creature I had faced when I first arrived in this world.
I retrieved my crossbow from the storage ring, immediately noticing my guards studying the weapon with curious expressions. They had clearly never seen anything quite like it before, with its Orichalcum inlays and unconventional design.
Whilst it looked like a bow, it certainly wasn't a conventional one.
Taking aim at the Lazarus Sloth from approximately 50 meters away, I prepared to test one of the key variables I wanted to examine, effective range at different distances.
I channelled a minuscule portion of mana into the weapon, equivalent to what a Noble-rank awakener would typically invest in a basic attack. The Orichalcum wires glowed faintly as energy flowed through the conductive channels.
The bolt flew with remarkable speed, far exceeding what a conventional crossbow or bow could achieve. The mana amplification system was clearly working as designed, converting my magical energy into additional kinetic force.
The projectile struck the Lazarus Sloth torso with the combo of precision and power. The creature, which would normally require multiple arrows to bring down, collapsed immediately. The bolt had punched clean through its defences.
A smile formed on my face at the effects of the crossbow which certainly met my expectations. "Bingo."
"That was impressive, Young Master," one of the guards commented, his eyes on the crossbow.
The guard wasn't impressed by my power, he was impressed by the weapon. It's design was foreign and certainly spectacular, I can see it in his eyes.
The test had exceeded my expectations. At 50 meters with minimal mana input, the crossbow had delivered lethal force against a Noble-rank target. This performance suggested that with higher mana investment or against closer targets, the current weapon I had designed could potentially threaten even Elite-rank opponents.
I needed to test different ranges and mana input levels to fully understand the crossbow's capabilities and limitations.
After my testing for another thirty minutes, carefully different ranges, mana outputs, and the weapon's limitations through encounters with various Noble-rank beasts.
The crossbow's optimal range proved to be 40 meters, where it delivered maximum impact with minimal mana investment. At 80 meters - the weapon's maximum effective range - it still dealt significant damage to Noble-rank enemies, though accuracy became more challenging.
After completing tests against Noble-rank creatures, I decided it was time to evaluate performance against Elite-rank beasts.
My guards immediately looked reluctant.
"Young Master," the senior guard said with obvious concern, "engaging Elite-rank beasts would require moving deeper into the forest, further from the city's safety. Given the recent attacks on our family's interests..."
"It's fine. We won't take long," I replied firmly.
"Perhaps we could conduct those tests ourselves and report the results to you? This would ensure your safety while still gathering the data you need." The second guard suggested with a troubled look.
I shook my head. "I just created this weapon. I need to understand its capabilities first-hand, not through second-hand reports."
The guards exchanged resigned glances. They couldn't directly refuse, but their discomfort was evident. After a moment of silent communication, they sighed and decided to simply increase their vigilance.
"Very well, Young Master. But we remain alert for any signs of danger."
We began walking deeper into the forest where Elite-rank creatures made their territory. The guards maintained heightened awareness of our surroundings.
As we walked, one guard's curiosity got the best of him. "Young Master, what exactly is this weapon? It resembles a bow but operates differently."
"It's called a crossbow," I explained. "It functions similarly to a bow but delivers superior power, speed, and accuracy through mechanical advantage and mana amplification."
Their interest in the weapon's design helped ease the tension as we ventured into more dangerous territory.
I tested the crossbow against Elite-rank monsters, but the results revealed significant limitations. Even with increased mana input, the weapon wasn't as effective as I'd hoped against these stronger opponents.
The primary issue appeared to be the arrows themselves, they simply weren't durable enough to maintain their effectiveness against Elite-rank defences. The standard bolts I was using would deform or shatter on impact with tougher hide and resistance, reducing their penetrating power substantially.
I couldn't solve this problem by simply crafting superior arrows either. The crossbow's current construction wouldn't be able to handle the stress of launching heavier, more durable projectiles at the velocities needed for Elite-rank combat. The weapon's frame and string system would likely fail under that kind of strain.
The arrows did inflict damage, each shot carved through the beast's defences and drew blood, but the wounds weren't deep enough to be decisive. It took approximately thirty shots to finally bring down a single Elite-rank creature, which was decent, but now what I wanted.
My guards watched with interest as I tested different mana input levels and firing angles. They provided tactical support by keeping other creatures at bay while I conducted my extended field test.
Despite the weapon's limitations against Elite-rank opponents, I was satisfied with the overall performance. Against Noble-rank targets, the crossbow had performed admirably with excellent range and stopping power. For my intended market, Elite-rank awakeners with weaker bloodlines, this weapon would still provide significant advantages against appropriate opponents.
The testing had also revealed clear upgrade paths for future iterations. I would need to strengthen the crossbow's frame using better materials, possibly incorporating more Mithril into the construction. The string system would require reinforcement to handle more powerful ammunition. Additionally, I'd be cool to develop specialized bolts designed specifically for Elite-rank combat.
"We should head back, Young Master," one guard suggested as I finished documenting the weapon's performance. "We've been in Elite territory for some time. The beasts themselves wouldn't be an issue, but if our enemies are lurking nearby, it would be troublesome."
I nodded, storing the crossbow and remaining ammunition. The field test had provided valuable data, and I was eager to begin designing improvements for the next prototype.
"Hehe, where do you think you're going?" A voice suddenly echoed through the clearing.
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C75: Ambush [1]
Chapter 75: Ambush [1]
Hearing the bone chilling chuckle, Knight's Wrath immediately appeared in my hands as my eyes darted toward the source of that mocking chuckle.
A figure slowly emerged from behind the trees, walking casually with a dagger gleaming in his grip and a black mask concealing his face.
My guards immediately formed a protective formation around me, their weapons drawn as they scanned for additional threats. Their instincts proved correct, as more enemies slowly began appearing from the surrounding forest.
Nearly ten people materialized from concealment. Two radiated the unmistakable aura of Transcendent rank, while the rest seemed to be Elite-rank awakeners.
This was a formidable force anywhere in the kingdom. Whoever had sent them was clearly targeting our family specifically, and they possessed resources that few organizations could muster.
"Well, well, the young Duke's son, out for a pleasant stroll with only two guards. How... convenient."
One of my guards stepped forward slightly. "You're making a grave mistake. Attack the heir of House Blackwood, and Duke Marcus will hunt you to the ends of the continent."
The leader laughed coldly. "Duke Marcus will be too busy mourning his dead son to hunt anyone. Besides, accidents happen in dangerous forests all the time."
"Quit the useless talking, you aren't normal bandits. Who sent you?"
"Oh? The notorious young master seems to be in such a hurry. Does it matter who sent us? You won't live long enough to report back anyway. Haha."
A frown formed on my face, as the Transcendent-rank enemies began closing the circle around us.
"Lex and I will hold the two guards. As for the rest of you, deal with the kid. Be careful and don't underestimate him, he isn't weak. Also, make sure that he stays alive, is that understood?" the leader ordered.
"Yes boss!" The elite-rank awakeners shouted in unison, as a grin formed on the faces of many.
My guards tightened their formation, but ten opponents including two Transcendent made this nearly impossible odds...at least in their eyes.
One of my guards frowned and whispered urgently, "Young Master, we'll create an opening for you. Take the chance to escape, we'll delay them as long as possible."
The other nodded grimly in agreement. They understood this would be a brutal fight with uncertain survival odds.
I smiled calmly and replied, "Relax. They're merely two Transcendent beings and some Elite-rank fodder. Nothing worth stressing over."
My guards looked visibly shocked, probably thinking fear had addled my judgment. Before they could voice their concerns, the two Transcendent attackers launched their assault, forcing my protectors to engage defensively.
I activated my Blood Control trait, feeling the familiar surge of enhanced circulation flooding my system with power. My Transcendent-rank Silent Predator aspect remained ready as a trump card, while my Transcendent-rank Echo abilities waited to be unleashed.
The Elite-rank enemies approached with confident strides, clearly expecting me to be an easy capture.
I raised Knight's Wrath, its Rare-rank enchantments brimming with power as I prepared to deal with eight elite-rank assassins.
The eight Elite-rank awakeners smirked and chuckled as they closed the distance between the both of us.
"Just give up now, pretty boy, surrender peacefully and we won't have to mess up that handsome face of yours." One of them called out mockingly.
I couldn't help but respond with equal mockery. "Funny hearing about faces from people hiding behind masks. What's the matter? Are your faces so ugly that even your mothers couldn't love them?"
The laughter stopped abruptly. The assassin in question visibly tensed, his relaxed posture shifting to that of anger.
I had clearly struck a sensitive nerve.
"You little bastard! I'll teach you some respect!"
He broke formation and charged directly at me, his weapon raised aggressively. His companions called out warnings about maintaining their strategy, but his anger had clouded his judgement.
I shifted into a defensive stance with Knight's Wrath, letting him close the distance while I prepared my counterattack. His rage had made him predictable, and predictable enemies were easy to exploit.
The solo attacker's blade came down in a powerful overhead strike, putting his full Elite-rank strength behind the blow.
"Take this!"
The assassin wasn't worried about hurting me, clearly he knew that I wouldn't be weak enough to not hold it.
Which begged the question, how did they know that I wasn't weak?
The only possibly reason I could think of was the academy. Clearly, they had gotten some information from the academy about my capability and power. Thankfully, they didn't know my full capability.
I sidestepped at the last moment, letting his momentum carry him directly into my blade's path. Our eyes met for a split second as his body aligned perfectly with my strike position.
Without hesitation, I drove Knight's Wrath forward with devastating accuracy. The Rare-rank blade, enhanced by my Blood Control and superior positioning, severed his neck cleanly in a single motion.
Thud!
His head dropped to the forest floor with a wet impact. The headless body stood for a moment before collapsing, releasing a fountain of crimson that soaked the earth beneath us.
I turned calmly to face the remaining seven assassins, who had frozen in complete shock.
The confidence that had marked their approach moments before evaporated entirely. They stared at their fallen comrade, then at me, clearly struggling to process what had just occurred.
"Impossible," one whispered. "He's just Elite rank...he shouldn't be killing him so quickly."
The reality of their situation was beginning to dawn on them. Blood dripped steadily from Knight's Wrath as I held it ready, my eyes tracking each of their movements.
One of the remaining assassins pointed directly at Knight's Wrath, his eyes squinting as he studied the weapon more carefully.
"Wait, that sword... it's not ordinary. Look at the craftsmanship,"
Another assassin leaned forward, trying to get a better view. "You're right. That's no Enhanced-rank weapon. The aura it's giving off..."
"It's a Rare-rank sword!" the first one exclaimed, his voice mixing fear with disbelief. "An academy with access to Rare-rank equipment...being the duke's son surely has merit."
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DAILY REWARDS! TRANSMIGRATING INTO A NOVEL AS A SIDE-CHARACTER!C76: Ambush [2]
Chapter 76: Ambush [2]
The revelation sent visible ripples of unease through their group. Rare-rank weapons were treasures that most awakeners could only dream of owning. They represented not just superior craftsmanship, but magical enhancement that could bridge significant gaps in combat ability.
"No wonder he cut through Marcus so easily," another muttered. "A Rare-rank blade in the hands of an Elite-rank awakener..."
The two Transcendent assassins continued their fierce battle with my guards in my peripheral vision. My protectors were fighting desperately, using every technique at their disposal just to hold back the superior opponents while praying I could handle my own situation.
The seven remaining Elite-rank assassins huddled together, whispering adjustments to their plans. Their colleague's earlier reckless confidence had been replaced by caution. They understood now that a solo frontal assault would only result in more unnecessary deaths.
But their newfound prudence wouldn't save them.
All seven launched their coordinated attack simultaneously, approaching from multiple angles to overwhelm my defences. Their positioning was professional, they had clearly worked together before, timing their strikes to eliminate escape routes.
I didn't wait for them to close the distance. Instead, I surged forward aggressively, every muscle fibre responded with strength and speed as increased blood pressure supercharged my physical capabilities.
I activated Blood Enhancement on Knight's Wrath as well, the Rare-rank blade humming with amplified power as my trait merged with its existing enchantments.
Two assassins blocked my direct path, their weapons raised to intercept my charge.
I activated my Typhoon Pendant without hesitation. The magical artifact released a concentrated hurricane force in a straight line, devastating wind pressure erupting from my pendant.
The two assassins caught in the hurricane's path were lifted off their feet like leaves in a storm. They crashed through multiple trees with bone-shattering impacts, their bodies disappearing into the forest depths amid splintering wood and flying debris.
The remaining five assassins pressed their attack from every other direction, refusing to let the spectacle distract them from their mission. Their discipline was admirable, even as their comrades were being brutalized.
The first assassin reached me from the left, his blade aimed at my ribs. I twisted away from his strike while bringing Knight's Wrath around in a perfect arc.
Whoosh!
The Null Strike's first form activated, my blade cutting through his defences like they were paper. His torso separated cleanly, blood spraying across the forest floor.
A second attacker came from behind, thinking my momentum would leave me vulnerable. I spun to face him.
Null Strike's first form flowed seamlessly once again into my counterattack, bisecting him before he could complete his own strike.
The third assassin approached from my right flank, coordinating with a fourth who attacked from directly ahead. I ducked under the right attacker's swing while driving Knight's Wrath upward through his chest cavity. The blade emerged from his back in a fountain of crimson. Without pausing, I pivoted and delivered a horizontal slash that caught the fourth assassin across his midsection, the Null Strike technique ensuring fatal damage despite his desperate attempt to block.
Three bodies hit the ground in rapid succession, their blood mixing with the earth beneath my feet.
Four assassins remained. Two were the ones I had thrown into the trees with my Typhoon Pendant, they were struggling to stand, their bodies battered and likely suffering from multiple fractures. The other two stood frozen in shock, unable to process how quickly their assault had been dismantled.
"This is impossible," one of the uninjured assassins whispered, his weapon trembling in his grip. "He's moving like a Transcendent...yet he is only an elite-ranker."
His companion took an involuntary step backward. "We need to retreat. This intelligence was completely wrong."
The two injured assassins were attempting to re-join the fight despite their obvious pain, but their movements were slow and uncoordinated. One was holding his left arm, while the other had blood trickling from his mouth.
I stood among the corpses of their fallen comrades, Knight's Wrath dripping crimson onto the forest floor.
With cold eyes and a chilling tone I said. "Your intelligence network needs improvement, did you really think a Duke's heir would be defenceless?"
They looked visibly horrified by the outcome of their assault that turned into a massacre. What made them even more troubled was the fact that their leaders were not nearby.
My guards had led the transcendent rank awakeners further away from us, so they had no idea what had happened here. My guards had gambled, but I couldn't blame them, nor would I blame them.
One of them immediately grabbed his communication crystal with trembling hands. "Help, this kid is a mons—ugh!"
Before he could finish his desperate plea, I activated my {Blood Control} trait and restricted the flow of blood to his heart. The significant power gap between us made this technique devastatingly effective. Against a more powerful opponent, such an attack would have been impossible.
The assassin immediately went into cardiac arrest, clutching his chest as his heart struggled against my control over his blood. His remaining teammates stared in confusion, unsure what was happening but knowing I was responsible for their teammate's sudden collapse.
Woosh!
The distance between us closed as I sprang towards him and with a quick thrust of Knight's Wrath he was dead. His nearby companion barely had time to register the death before my blade found his throat as well.
Spurt!
Two assassins remained, both injured from my earlier Typhoon Pendant attack. They could barely stand, let alone mount any meaningful resistance.
I dashed toward them with the intent of finishing them off, I had to help my guards against the two transcendent assassins.
As I closed the distance, I found them standing motionless seemingly accepting their inevitable fate with resignation.
Once I was within attacking range, one of them looked up with a blood-stained smirk.
"Go to hell," he snarled.
Bells rang in my brain as my vampire instincts flared with urgent warning, something was wrong. His confident expression despite his imminent death suggested that he had a final gambit.
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