With a sharp breath, Ruvian abruptly choked on himself as the sheer magnitude of the number imprinted itself upon his mind.
’100 Golds?!’
He imdiately sprang to his feet, knocking his chair over, his hand gripping the letter tightly.
Ruvian had not, even in the most optimistic stretch of his expectations, anticipated such an outrageous sum.
At most, he had envisioned twenty golds, perhaps slightly more, should her generosity lean further than usual... but one hundred?
That wasn’t just generosity anymore.
It was excessive.
"Is she trying to flaunt her wealth to ?"
The corners of his lips trembled, then lifted, and despite his most earnest attempt to restrain himself... the grin still spread across his face.
It was entirely futile.
Ruvian let out a suppressed laugh.
Just as he had surmised... choosing not to specify an amount had been nothing short of a brilliant decision!
’Say no more bread and soup!’
He raised his fist and struck it lightly against the air above, declaring a quiet yet triumphant vow.
And yet, even that was not the full extent of it.
It was not solely the gold that had rendered him montarily speechless.
There were also one hundred recovery potions... and, in addition to that, one hundred mana training enhancent potions.
Ruvian’s gaze lingered upon the storage ring, his expression resting sowhere between disbelief and amusent.
He picked up his chair, shaking his head in incredulity before sitting again, though the smile upon his face remained entirely unshaken.
Today...
Without the slightest exaggeration...
Had proven itself to be the finest day he had experienced thus far.
Ruvian inspected his [Runeheart].
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{}---『RUNEHEART』---{}
◇ Na: Ruvian Castelor
◇ Age: 17
◇ Spellcore: Tier 2
◇ Rank: Fourth-Class Magus
◇ Magic Affinity: None
◇ Relevance Tier: Stage II – Wandering Extra
◇ Plot Points: 18,180 (PPs)
◇ Current Arc: Arc 2 – Beneath the Banner of Enrollnt
[Mana Resonance: (8/500)]
==[General Attributes]==
Strength: E-
Agility: E-
Endurance: E-
Vitality: E-
Perception: E
==[Mage Attributes]==
Mana Control: E-
Casting Speed: E-
Magic Power: F
ntal Strength: S
Mana Sensitivity: E
Mana Essence: [280/280]
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==[Innate Blessings]==
- [Blessing of Indomitable Will]
==[Affinity Mastery]==
- [Pure Mana (Interdiate)]
- [Wind, Darkness (Basic)
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Despite everything that had happened over the past week, Ruvian could not help but notice that his stats had not moved even a little.
The numbers remained the sa no matter how he looked at them, as if all his effort had simply passed without leaving a mark.
’Well, it is what it is.’
He understood the reason well enough.
Training alone, without any form of support, was never sothing that could produce sudden or dramatic growth. It was a slow and steady path, one that demanded patience more than anything else.
And it had only been a week since his last increase.
Expecting any real change within such a short ti would have been unreasonable. If he truly wished to push himself forward through effort alone, then he would need far more than this.
A month, at the very least.
That was the reality of this world.
Growth ca at a cost, and that cost was ti, discipline, and a level of persistence that most would find exhausting.
Even then, a full month of training might only be enough to move within the sa rank, from E- to a slightly stronger E.
When he thought about it like that, it almost felt cruel.
Yet, as his thoughts drifted, he realized sothing else.
Tomorrow would mark one full month since he had arrived in this world.
Within just two weeks, he had already risen from Rank F to the very edge of Rank E. That alone was far beyond what most would consider normal, and even now, it still felt slightly unreal when he thought back on it.
And things would not stay the sa from here on.
He shifted his eyes slightly, as if he could already see what was to co.
With the potions Silvena had given him, his growth would no longer be confined to the slow process of normal training. Each of the potions was a shortcut, a way to bypass the limits he would otherwise struggle to overco.
And if it ever ca down to it, he still had his skill.
[Powerscaling] still remained as his final option, a thod to forcefully raise his stats in exchange for Plot Points.
It was not sothing he intended to rely on, but knowing it was there gave him a sense of control if push ca to shove.
With all of that in mind, his decision ca naturally.
He will begin his training tomorrow.
This ti, he would not hold back, nor would he rely on slow progress alone. There was no longer any reason to hesitate.
After all, only five days remained before the event.
Five days before he would make his move against the demon.
’Yeah, it’s ti for to get stronger...’
The past week had been relatively uneventful in comparison, with no real pressure weighing down on his shoulders and no imdiate threat forcing him to act.
He had been able to move at his own pace, to observe, to prepare, and to think.
But now, things were no longer the sa.
Because the coming days were no longer sothing he could approach lightly.
*****
The next day ca, and by the ti Ruvian’s mandatory class and his mathematics elective had both co to an end, the afternoon light had already begun to soften along the corridor windows.
As the scholars slowly filtered out of the hall, he gathered his things and stepped outside.
However, his mind was full of questions.
’Where the hell is Silvena?’
Because he couldn’t spot her at all in that mathematics hall.
His eyes moved through the corridor almost out of habit, searching for a familiar presence among the dispersing scholars, but Silvena was nowhere to be seen.
It was strange.
Silvena was not soone who skipped her classes.
A faint crease ford between his brows as the thought settled in.
’Did sothing happen to her?’
As that question lingered in his mind, his attention shifted, catching sight of a figure standing a short distance away along the corridor wall.
Irene stood there quietly, as though she had been waiting for soone.
When her eyes t his, she straightened slightly and began walking toward him.
Ruvian slowed down and stopped, looking a bit confused as he saw her coming closer.
He was about to ask about Silvena, but before he could say anything, Irene gave a small nod and spoke first.
"Lady Silvena suddenly fell ill yesterday, so she won’t be able to attend class today," she said, her voice calm and clear. "She asked to inform you, since she was worried you might not hear about it otherwise."
The words reached him all at once, and for a brief mont, Ruvian simply stared at her, the aning settling in a beat too late.
Then, without thinking, he spoke.
"What?"
Out of all the damn tis... his partner in cri had to fall ill now?
Ruvian pressed his palm against his face and let out a long, tired sigh.
"Take to where she is now," he said, his voice calm but urgent.
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[Chapter 127: Partner in Cri (2)]
Plot Points= 18,180
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