[Your skill Wind Manipulation has reached level 9!]
Noah took a deep breath before standing up, his body feeling the satisfying fatigue that ca from productive magical training. He had just finished about an hour and a half of intensive practice, his wind manipulation advancing significantly through his effort and the orb’s concentrated essence.
One level closer to the apprentice-rank balance I’m pursuing.
He believed he could reach level 10 if he continued for another hour and a half, but decided to stop there for the evening. It was enough training for one day—even at his current level of strength, extended magical practice remained ntally straining.
I don’t want to beco a workaholic. I’m already working hard enough as it is.
The balance between advancent and burnout required careful managent, especially when juggling training across multiple skills and worlds simultaneously.
Noah went downstairs to the main floor and found Lola organising inventory behind the counter. No custors were present at the mont, giving him the perfect opportunity to ask about sothing that had been weighing on his mind since his hunting expedition with Leo.
"Hey, you’ve finished already?" Lola asked, noting his earlier-than-expected return from training.
Noah nodded with satisfaction at his progress. "Yeah, I’ve trained enough for tonight. By the way, I was aning to ask you sothing. What do you know about mutated beasts?"
Lola’s eyebrow rose with imdiate interest. "You encountered one?"
Her reaction suggests they’re as significant as I thought.
"Yes. I was hunting with Leo when we encountered a mutated minotaur at the adept rank," Noah explained, rembering the intensity of their desperate battle. "Without using my enhancent items, we would’ve been in serious trouble."
Lola nodded with a surprised expression that carried newfound respect for their survival against such an opponent.
"Hmm... The mutated minotaur you encountered is what I call one in a million," she said with obvious gravity. "So the adept-rank minotaur you fought had probably touched upon master-rank power, essentially a pseudo-master."
Noah nodded; he already knew that.
"As for why they appear, it’s completely random—at least that’s what current knowledge suggests," Lola continued, clearly having so knowledge in the subject. "They’re incredibly powerful and possess incredible value to those who can defeat them."
Her expression shifted to curiosity as she asked the crucial question. "You didn’t leave the body behind, did you?"
Noah shook his head with satisfaction at his foresight. "I have it stored with ."
"Good," Lola replied with obvious approval. "So of their body parts can be used to forge weapons or create powerful healing potions. The materials from mutated beasts often carry properties that normal specins lack entirely."
"But mutated beasts are most sought after for their cores. Using a mutated core in specific rituals could potentially allow you to learn a skill from that minotaur. The chance is relatively low, but it exists, and skills are incredibly valuable—especially unique abilities that can’t be learned through normal training thods."
Learning skills from defeated enemies. That sounds incredibly useful, even with low success rates.
Noah’s interest piqued as he considered what he had just learnt. Skills represented permanent advancent that couldn’t be purchased or replicated, making even a small chance at acquiring new abilities worth pursuing.
"How would soone go about extracting the core and attempting this skill learning process?" he asked with obvious fascination.
"It’s actually quite simple. The sa way you use the wind orb to gain insights on the wind elent, you do the sa with a beast core. Instead of wind manipulation, you get insights on the skills of the minotaur." Lola explained with a patient tone
"But to be honest, you should sell it instead of using it to learn a skill. Not only is the probability of learning the skill low, but the skills aren’t really useful for soone in your position. These cores are primarily valuable for people who are lacking in specific departnts."
Lola gestured as she explained the typical use cases. "For example, swordsn might use it to try comprehending a defensive skill, or a tank would use it to learn an offensive ability since they don’t have natural talent for that type of technique. This doesn’t really apply to you; you are quite versatile, which is a talent in of itself."
She’s right. I already have balanced offensive and defensive capabilities.
Noah nodded in agreent with her analysis. He possessed skills for both defence and attack across multiple disciplines.
Swordsmanship, magic, and aura manipulation. Adding a minotaur’s brutal charging techniques wouldn’t significantly enhance his already diverse skill set.
"That’s true. How much would it be worth if I sold it?" he asked, his rchant instincts focusing on the practical value of their hard-won prize.
"I wouldn’t recomnd selling it in the human kingdom," Lola warned before explaining. "You’d lose out on a lot of potential profit here. However, if you sell it in the right place, you could earn yourself so decent profit, around 300 to 400 golden coins."
Thirty to forty thousand dollars for one mutated core. That’s a good return on investnt for a hunting expedition.
Noah nodded with satisfaction at the figure. "Not bad at all."
The amount represented so decent inco.
Much better than trying to learn skills I don’t actually need.
Noah sat down, speaking to Lola for a while and playing around with Leo as custors filed in, got what they wanted before leaving.
After spending about ten minutes with them, Noah stood up.
"Alright, I’m going to go to sleep now. Enjoy your shift."
Lola’s expression suddenly died down as if she were incredibly upset.
"Awe...You are going to sleep without ..."
"...Alright, see you," Noah said, before leaving the store and heading back to Earth.
Seeing him disappear, Lola chuckled.
"He is so cute, I wonder when he will open up to ," She whispered to herself before a custor opened the door and entered.
"Good evening. Can I get my usual order of bread and iced tea?" the man asked politely, having been a regular custor for so ti.
"Of course," Lola responded.
"Thank you."
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