Charles then navigated to the Construction page and upgraded the Dorm, Scriptorium, and Training Grounds all to Level 2 in one go, spending 600 Purification Points like flowing water.
With this, their Assistance efficiency increased, and their capacity expanded. For example, the Scriptorium could now simultaneously Assist two people, allowing them to study Spells and various Eldritch Invocations at a higher rate.
For example, in dorm, if nothing unexpected happens, the big bed is big enough to sleep eight people at the sa ti, and you don’t need to open orgies in the big baths...
Of course, that was rely a secondary function. Its primary function was still to improve the rest quality of its occupants...
Ahem!
Without delay, he located his long-desired Level 2 Construction in the system’s interface:
Altar Unique
Cost: 200 Purification Points.
Description: Offer sacrifices upon the Altar to ignite the flas of ritual, purifying the tainted forces in the air. For every 1 Gold worth of offerings, gain 1 Purification Point that day.
Maximum Daily Purification Points: 10.
Remaining Offering Value: 0 Gold.
A Construction that converted money into Purification Points. Its advantage was the ability to sustainably generate a steady stream of Purification Points at a low cost—at least with Charles’ current funds, he could keep it running for three or four years without issue.
The downside? Its efficiency was painfully slow. Only ten points per day, just over 3,600 a year... and, to make matters worse, only one could be built.
Assuming the Purification Points required for upgrades matched the Experience Points from the ga, reaching the maximum Class level—Level 20—would require a total of 350,000 Purification Points.
At this rate, it’d take a century to save up enough!
Fortunately, he was still young and destined to live in this world for a long ti. Over the years, this would accumulate into a decent sum...
But it was still too damn slow!
Sigh. He could only hope that as the monastery’s level increased, the Altar’s efficiency would multiply exponentially.
"Hattie, fetch the offerings from the warehouse," he said, setting aside his grievances. "I’ve placed the Altar. Once you arrange the items on it, it’ll start working on its own."
Hattie nodded and left. Without pause, Charles spent another 100 Purification Points to construct an interior wall within the monastery, dividing different areas to prevent interference.
Next, he invested 200 points to unlock the Level 1 Tailor’s Shop, then another 200 to upgrade it to Level 2. He then spent 400 more to establish both a Blacksmith Shop and a Trading Post.
The Tailor’s Shop and Blacksmith Shop were placed deep within the monastery, while the Trading Post faced the outer streets—specifically, the side near the District Office.
Outwardly, it appeared to be nothing more than a humble Small Shop, but this way, he could ensure a steady influx of Gold.
Yet, as his Purification Points drained away like water, he soon found himself with only 2,100 remaining—still 1,700 short of the next upgrade...
The thought drew a heavy sigh from him.
Tch. Even if he stopped spending Purification Points entirely from this mont onward, barring so unexpected windfall, he’d still have to wait nearly six months before leveling up again...
But no matter!
This body of his was still young, and there were plenty of things he could do. He could afford to wait—to grow stronger steadily...
"Sephera," he continued giving orders, "you’ll oversee the Trading Post. The monastery’s expenses and inco will still be under your managent."
"Ekta, you’ll take charge of the Blacksmith Shop. Focus on crafting high-quality cookware and fishing gear—those will sell well."
"Ruth, you’ll temporarily manage the Tailor’s Shop. Later, I’ll describe a few special clothing designs for you to test your skills on..."
"Andny, keep monitoring the slums. See if there are more people near our monastery looking to sell their hos and relocate, then report to Hattie. Our monastery still needs to expand further..."
Every witch had been assigned a task—except Sophia. He was keeping her aside to later Assist him in his studies.
Charles estimated that just mastering his own class’s knowledge would take him well into next year.
Sigh. The road ahead was still so long!
Once the arrangents were complete, he looked at the Witchs with earnest eyes.
"Whether our monastery thrives or not... depends entirely on your efforts, my dearest ones!"
...
The next morning.
The witches each attended to their duties, and the entire monastery quickly fell into smooth operation. As for Charles himself, he buried himself in the Scriptorium, drafting an exhaustive Study and Exercise Program for his future self:
6:00 AM: Wake up, morning run.
8:00 AM: Begin studying the Eldritch Invocation "Agonizing Blast."
10:00 AM: Another light jog for physical conditioning.
Then return to the Scriptorium to continue studying Eldritch Invocations.
After lunch, a thirty-minute nap.
The afternoon followed the sa pattern...
After dinner, two more hours of study, then a bath...
Looking at his ticulously packed schedule, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:
What an utterly disciplined proposal!
Future will surely thank present for working so hard!
But upon reflection, it had been nearly three months since his transmigration. Between studying and Training, his days were packed to the brim—barely any ti for rest beyond bathing and sleeping.
Almost no leisure activities to relax his mind, let alone wild celebrations of feasting, drinking, or singing...
Well, except for those "orgies" with the witches.
The thought made him ruefully amused:
I’m living like so ascetic monk!
Before his self-admiration could continue, the mosquito controlled by Andny buzzed by his ear:
"Master, Lady Anno has co to see you again."
Instantly, Charles’ eyes lit up—a stark contrast to his reaction when the Porter had visited yesterday. Forget the schedule dictating he should be studying "Agonizing Blast" right now. He pushed back his chair and stood.
"Tell her to wait a mont. I’ll be right there!"
With that, he was already out the Door, striding down the garden’s gravel path toward the monastery’s gates.
At the grand doorway, Anno stood waiting—golden-haired, blue-eyed, her face free of makeup, her long wavy hair tied back simply with a blue ribbon. A delicate leather handbag hung from her arm, and she stood perfectly straight, legs together, patiently awaiting Charles’ arrival.
Today, she wasn’t clad in her usual heavy plate armor. Instead, she wore a carefully selected, fitted gown of moon-white silk. At the highly emphasized Chest, two rows of pristine pearls were embroidered with golden thread, shimring like sunlit foam atop turbulent waves—impossible to ignore.
Her eyes brimd with nervous anticipation, eager for the ti she would spend with him today.
Inside the monastery, Charles struggled to appear composed, but his hurried steps betrayed his true feelings. As he pushed open the gates and saw Anno bathed in morning light, the world seed to brighten around her—like spring’s first bloom.
"Apologies for the wait, Lady Anno."
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