Into the Creations-Chapter 97: [] Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated in a Count’s Family [21]

Chapter 97 - [97] Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated in a Count's Family [21]

I sat on the sofa, staring at my smartphone.

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[Name: Seong Eugene]

[Level: 34]

[Stats]

[Strength: 21]

[Stamina: 21]

[Agility: 22]

[Intelligence: 12]

[Vitality: 30]

[Available Points: 173]

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A considerable amount of points had accumulated. Today, I planned to use these saved-up points.

'First, the Yeongcheon Style.'

[Would you like to spend 120 points to raise the level of Yeongcheon Style Lv.6 to Lv.7?]

A whopping 120 points. I hesitated for a moment.

If I hadn't known about the advanced techniques of the Yeongcheon Style, like Thunder Light and Dark Shadow, I might not have considered raising its level.

'Yuria has reached Aura Expert and is continuously growing... Meanwhile, I'm stuck.'

I had no talent for mana. In the 'Baekhwan' world, I was what they called mana-insensitive. No matter how much I trained in mana breathing techniques, I couldn't accumulate mana in my body. I desperately needed a mana awakening potion.

'I'm still far from having enough money to buy a mana awakening potion.'

The price of a mana awakening potion sold in the Magic Tower was around 40 billion nelr. It was an amount that even most nobles couldn't easily afford.

'Borrowing money from the Pruckus family is also out of the question.'

40 billion nerl wasn't a sum the Pruckus family could easily part with either. They could spend it if they wanted to, but the problem lay in my talent. I didn't possess the kind of swordsmanship talent that would make the Pruckus family consider investing in me.

Although I was currently known as a genius inventor within the estate, the Pruckus family was, at its core, a martial family. Their foundation was in swordsmanship.

'But I can't reveal my true abilities.'

The Yeongcheon Style was an assassination swordsmanship. The Pruckus family wouldn't approve of it. Moreover, since I couldn't even accumulate mana in my body, revealing my skills would be pointless.

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If I revealed my abilities, they would also realize that my body was normal.

'It's a shame to lose the title of a sickly noble.'

Having a heart condition granted me various privileges. For example, I could easily skip formal events like social parties by citing poor health.

'Sigh... I wish I had talent in magic.'

Even putting mana aside, I had no talent for magic. I tried learning from Hassent and Yuria, but I couldn't even understand what they were saying. It was a concept too far removed from the modern knowledge I had acquired, and it felt more alien than modern science.

'I shouldn't obsess over mana. After all, the foundation of my abilities lies in the Play Life app, not mana.'

I raised the level of the Yeongcheon Style.

The moment the Yeongcheon Style reached level 7, a new piece of knowledge I hadn't known before was engraved in my mind. I closed my eyes and absorbed the knowledge as much as possible.

Yeongcheon Qi Gong.

It was a method of handling mana suitable for the Yeongcheon Style.

It was similar to the mana breathing techniques referred to in the 'Baekhwan' worldview. Through breathing, one could accumulate mana.

I let out a bitter smile.

'...What's the point of having the knowledge? The prerequisite is that I need to be able to sense mana. As Se-young noona said, if I can't sense mana, it's useless.'

I had expected this to some extent, so it wasn't a huge shock. Still, it was slightly frustrating.

[Available Points: 53]

I had 53 points left. After some thought, I decided to raise my stats a bit.

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[Name: Seong Eugene]

[Level: 34]

[Stats]

[Strength: 23]

[Stamina: 23]

[Agility: 22]

[Intelligence: 20]

[Vitality: 30]

[Available Points: 17]

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The rest would go into random draws.

"Life is all about taking chances."

Life is indeed about taking chances.

My life completely changed after awakening the Play Life app. If it weren't for the app, I'd probably still be stuck at home, catching bugs.

'Who knows? Maybe I'll get a mana awakening potion from the random draw.'

I vigorously executed 17 consecutive random draws.

And then, the jackpot of all jackpots hit.

[Elixir]

[Recovers all wounds and removes all status ailments. Even congenital disabilities and diseases are completely healed.]

[Price: 15,000 points]

[※Warning: The elixir in the bottle is a fixed amount. You must consume the entire dose at once for it to take full effect.]

[Fountain of Youth]

[Drinking it will make you 5 years younger.]

[Price: 1,000 points]

[※Warning: Has no effect on children under 8 years old.]

[Bond Level Upgrade Ticket]

[Forcibly increases a character's bond level. However, the bond level must be below level 10.]

[Price: 1,000 points]

"Yahoooooo!"

I let out a cry of joy and jumped up and down in my seat. The rest were all duds, but the Fountain of Youth was the real jackpot. If I had enough time, gathering 1,000 points wouldn't be difficult.

Drinking it would make me 5 years younger. Moreover, the price of the Fountain of Youth was incredibly reasonable at 1,000 points.

In other words, it meant that the concept of lifespan would become meaningless to me. Assuming I stayed safely at home, I could live for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

"I can maintain eternal youth! Damn it! I'm Elf Seong Eugene now! Kuhahahaha!"

It would be the ultimate filial gift if I gave it to my parents. If I sold this to people, becoming a billionaire would be a piece of cake. Of course, that's just a fantasy for now. For the time being, I plan to keep it hidden deep within the house.

"The Elixir is also amazing."

Despite my words, my face remained indifferent.

The Elixir was indeed an incredible item. It could heal congenital diseases and disabilities.

However, I already had the Complete Recovery skill. Although I could only use it on myself, I could use it endlessly every 12 hours.

"Well, the Elixir has its own merits. It can be used on others."

I'm not sure when I'll need to use it.

Next was the Bond Level Upgrade Ticket.

Honestly, this one was a bit ambiguous. I still wasn't entirely sure what role bond levels played.

'What's certain is that the higher the bond level, the more meaningful the other person considers me.'

It's similar to favorability but different.

Take Yuria and Hassent, for example.

Hassent's bond level is 5.

That day, when Hassent swore loyalty to me, his bond level jumped from 1 to 5 in an instant.

I had thought bond levels increased slowly and steadily, but that wasn't the case. It seemed that if certain conditions were met, bond levels could rise dramatically.

Currently, Yuria and I have a bond level of 8. I achieved bond level 8 with Yuria after having sex with her recently.

'What's surprising is that before having sex, it was level 6.'

In Yuria's case, her bond level was 2 when we first met. It meant that the deal I proposed to her had significance. After that, as I trained her, it rose to level 6.

This part isn't particularly unusual. I put more effort into Yuria than I did with Choi Sun-mi.

'The fact that it jumped from level 6 to 8 means that the sex that day was very special for Yuria.'

Then, I shuddered. A realization hit me.

Perhaps it was because I had trained Yuria. Throughout the training, I had never penetrated her.

'Could it be...! That bond levels can skyrocket through training?!'

Anyway, the Bond Level Upgrade Ticket is on hold. If it can only be used below bond level 10, then it's most efficient to use it at level 9.

'But having a high bond level is good, right?'

Aside from receiving points when bond levels increase, I couldn't feel any tangible benefits, so I wasn't entirely sure.

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Hassent arrived at a remote village far from the center of the Pruckus territory, which could be considered the heart of the Pruckus domain. The round moon had already replaced the sun in the sky.

Hassent quietly observed the village from a tree. It was quiet. As the sun had set, most of the villagers had gone home and started to sleep. Unlike the city, there were few shops open late.

'The young master said the only butcher in the village is here.'

Hassent moved. A dark shadow wriggled beneath his shoes. It was a sound-dampening spell. Even if he stepped on fallen leaves, no sound would be made. Hasent concealed his presence as much as possible and roamed around the village.

'...Found it. There's a strong smell of blood here.'

It was an old shack located on the outskirts of the village. Hassent circled the house and then infiltrated through a window.

As soon as Hassent entered, he frowned.

Not only was there the smell of blood, but also a strong stench of decay. The inside of the house was a mess. Old, dirty clothes and fabrics were haphazardly hung on the walls, and blood-soaked butchering tools were on the table.

'Filthy bastard. He's acting exactly as expected!'

Even if I were to do the butchering myself, I wouldn't want to entrust this kind of work to such a butcher.

Hassent reached out toward the shadow on the floor. The shadow rippled, and a longsword smoothly rose from it.

Hassent moved in the direction of steady breathing.

A man was fast asleep on the bed. The blanket was disheveled, and his arms and legs were sticking out from under it.

It was a strange sight.

It was the beginning of winter. It was already difficult to keep warm by burning wood in the fireplace, but this man was sleeping under a thin blanket without any sign of being cold. In fact, he seemed to find the blanket cumbersome.

'You filthy demon!'

The sword swung without a sound. A dark aura was condensed on the blade.

The man on the bed suddenly rolled to the side, avoiding the sword, and stood up on the floor.

"An assassin? Who sent you?"

The man's body trembled and began to change. The whites of his eyes turned black, and his pupils turned blood red. His skin turned ashen, and two horns sprouted from his head.

"Demon. You've been hiding well all this time."

"Aren't you surprised to see me?"

The man's voice cracked. It was a grotesque voice, unlike anything human.

"You knew I was a demon and came for me! How did you know?! Did the church send you?!"

"No need to know. Accept your death quietly, you filthy creature!"

"Insignificant creature."

The demon charged. His sharp claws extended about 20 cm.

The demon rushed toward Hassent. The bed in the way was smashed to pieces as his body collided with it. It was a reckless yet fast charge.

'Regardless of anything else, those claws... There's a possibility they're poisoned.'

He was a lower-tier demon. He had the strength of at least an intermediate Aura Expert. He was not an opponent to be taken lightly.

"Huuup!"

Hassent took a deep breath and swung his sword. He cut through the demon's shoulder. However, the demon's charge didn't stop.

"I'll cut off your arms and legs and then slowly figure it out!"

The moment the demon reached right in front of him, the shadow on the floor surged up like a wall and struck the demon. The demon was sent flying, smashing through the wooden wall and rolling several times on the dirty ground. The demon sprang up from the ground. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Y-You're not ordinary!"

The demon's eyes rolled wildly as he stepped back, looking for a way to escape.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Thud!

The sword flew and pierced the demon's calf, pinning him to the ground.

"Argh! You damn human!"

The demon screamed and hurriedly pulled out the sword. Hassent was already right in front of the demon. The corner of the demon's mouth was torn apart.

"Kekeke. You fool. The moment you got close, you were already dead!"

The demon's mouth opened wide, and a thick green smoke billowed out. It was poison gas. Hassent swung his hand without hesitation. The shadow blade condensed in his hand severed the demon's head.

The demon's body collapsed to the ground. However, the poison gas continued to pour out from the severed neck along with blood.

"Kekeke. Twenty years of effort have come to nothing... But I'm satisfied that I could kill a strong human like you!"

Even though his head was severed, his mouth moved, and his voice came out. Hassent crossed his arms. He didn't try to escape and looked down at the demon with cold eyes.

"W-What? Why are you unharmed?!"

"This level of poison is common in this world."

Hassent was trained in both magic and swordsmanship, but his true profession was that of an assassin. Using poison and building resistance to it was a given.

"Eeek!"

The demon gritted his teeth, made a resentful expression, and then completely stopped moving as if he had died.

"Hmm... The young master said to always collect the demon's corpse."

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