My System Increases My power Every Day Without Missions and Levelling Chapter 44: Soil

The process was faster than Richard had expected.

His soul had changed, and he could feel his thinking speed increase drastically.

The Codex and Arcane Art, which had once felt like a dead end when he tried to master them on his own, now beca clear.

If before he felt as if they were tangled threads impossible to fix, now he could see the strands and their paths.

Slowly, he would surely be able to nd them.

Of course, he realized the existence of the Holy Fla played a major role in speeding up this process.

Otherwise, he would have had to endure a much longer and more painful path.

Not long after, black smoke seeped out of his body.

Those evil souls had perished from exhaustion, dispersing from his body, leaving behind only the changes they had made.

Richard then looked at his ancestor, who gave him a gaze full of interest.

"Have you obtained the inheritance of the Dragon Knight? A soul forming a dragon... as far as I know, only the Codex cultivated by Dragon Knights could achieve that," he said.

Aldric knew Richard had cultivated a Codex that absorbed Tier 3 Aether before he gave him the Codex of Moonshadow. But he hadn’t known what kind of Codex that was. Now he understood.

Considering Richard had also gained the thod to cultivate the Black Heart Soul, which belonged to the Dragon Knight, it could only be said he had indeed inherited it.

Richard smiled and nodded lightly.

"But it’s only the Codex I cultivated and the Black Heart Soul book I obtained," he said.

"Compared to my inheritance, the Dragon Knight’s inheritance is still greater," Aldric replied.

"I can train both," Richard answered.

"Yeah, that’s the amazing part. You’re cultivating both well. Even while practicing the inheritance of the Dragon Knight, you’re cultivating it better than the Dragon Knight himself."

As he said this, Aldric seed truly astonished at Richard’s talent.

The boy could only chuckle with a shy expression.

"By the way, grandfather, do you know what this object is? I feel like it has a specialty, so I bought it at a Magic Shop." Richard pulled out a plate-like object he had purchased.

The mont he took it out, Aldric snatched it with such speed that Richard couldn’t even see the movent.

He stared at the plate with wide, astonished eyes.

"You’re truly lucky, boy. How much did you pay for this?" he asked.

Richard’s eyes lit up at those words, for his ancestor clearly recognized this plate-like object, and it was obviously a treasure of great value.

"Only five Nature Spirits," he replied, causing Aldric’s eyes to bulge.

"Grandfather, what exactly is this?" Richard asked.

"You must realize this is soil?"

"Yes, it is soil, but it seems extrely dry."

"Correct. It’s called Cymora Soil, sothing that enhances affinity with the earth elent. With this, one might be able to raise their Earth Elent affinity to 90%."

"Really?" Richard was sowhat astonished.

Such an item, its value was imasurable.

Anyone possessing earth-type power would surely desire it, for their strength would beco extraordinary if their Earth Elent affinity reached 90%.

But Richard furrowed his brows, wondering what use it had for him, who already possessed 90% Earth Elent affinity.

"Of course, you can’t just use it directly. One needs to slowly absorb the essence of this Cymora Soil to increase their Earth Elent affinity," Aldric continued.

"To produce more essence, feed it with Nature Spirit’s Energy."

"And if soone’s Earth Elent affinity has already reached 90%, can the essence of Cymora Soil still raise it further?"

"Unfortunately, from what I know, not even Cymora Soil can help beyond that. It’s need sothing greater than that."

"Ohh..." Richard felt slightly disappointed.

"Does it have any other use?" he asked.

"Yes, it can be used to cultivate Magical Plants. This is extraordinary, for normally it is very difficult to cultivate such plants. But with this soil, there’s no effort needed—only ti."

As he said this, Aldric handed the object back to Richard, who stared at it in wonder.

"How can soil this hard be planted on?" he asked.

"It’s not like that. You only need to bury it beneath the soil you plant on. What matters is the essence of the Cymora Soil," Aldric replied, and Richard finally understood.

"Later, seek out seeds of Magical Plants, you can try it."

Richard nodded but still wasn’t sure if he needed to.

His training path was different. He didn’t always need what others needed.

Such a treasure might end up being only part of his collection.

Of course, he could also exchange it for another treasure of equal value.

He stored the object away again.

"Grandfather, I’ll return for now," he said.

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Back in the village, Richard found so villagers still lingering, talking about the loud sound they had just heard until their torch flas went out.

There were two opposing opinions—so insisted it was thunder, others claid it was a terrifying beast.

Richard couldn’t care less. He entered the orphanage and joined the others for dinner.

Tonight, unexpectedly, they were eating beef, sothing incredibly rare.

Richard didn’t know where Sister Lisa had gotten it.

He couldn’t help but eat a lot.

The only problem was the limited portion.

As Richard was about to enter his room to train, Sister Lisa suddenly called out to him.

"Richard, will you accompany tomorrow?" the woman asked.

Richard was sowhat surprised to hear this, as it was the first ti.

"Where?" he asked curiously.

Sister Lisa rarely went anywhere, and usually she went alone.

Since this ti she wanted him to accompany her, Richard couldn’t help but think this might not be an ordinary trip.

"Night Valley City," Sister Lisa replied, causing Richard’s eyes to tremble slightly.

"I need your horse so we can get there faster," she added with a soft laugh.

"Alright, I’ll go with you," Richard answered, filled with anticipation.

The city where he was born, where his fate had begun—why not?

Having only seen it as a baby, he wasn’t too clear about the city itself, but he knew it was magnificent.

Hearing his agreent, Sister Lisa looked pleased.

"Go to bed early tonight, we’ll begin our journey before sunrise," she said before walking away.

Richard entered his room and imdiately went to sleep.

He had done far too much today. He couldn’t deny he was tired and wanted to rest well.