Host: Astrael Ravenastra
Age: 15 yrs
Race: Human
Title: Blood Berserker, Goblin Slayer, Young Lord, The One Who Defies Death, ???
Class: None
Cultivation: Novice stage 1
Level: 22
Exp.: 3300 / 22000
Bloodline: Ravensastra Bloodline
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Attributes:
- Strength:32 --> 50
- Agility: 44 --> 64
- Intelligence: 25 --> 70
- Endurance: 25 --> 48
- Vitality: 20 --> 47
- Charm: 5 --> 30
- Soul: 100 (LOCKED)
- SP: 18
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Skills and Abilities:
[ Appraise ]
[ Inventory ]
[ Sword Mastery (Apprentice) --> (Master) ]
[ Quick Draw (E) lvl.4 -->9(max) ]
[ Mana Augmentation (E) lvl.3 --> 9(max) ]
[ Bood Berserker (C) ]
[ Berserk Instinct (C) ]
[ Keen Sight (E) lvl.2 ] NEW!
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Astrael's eyes lit up when he saw his Strength had increased by a point again. Over the past ten years, he had discovered that consistent physical training directly affected his stats, when he honed his body, Strength gradually rose.
But it wasn't just physical growth he focused on.
For Intelligence, he realized the path was different. It required training the mind and refining his control over mana, through reading, absorbing knowledge, and deep meditation. And from his stats, Intelligence had grown to be the highest.
At first, this puzzled him. But it made sense in hindsight.
Though he trained his swordsmanship and body every morning with Avalon, his nights were spent in silence, channeling mana, testing his mental limits, and absorbing every book within the estate. He had read them all, cover to cover. And in doing so, his mind sharpened, and his Intelligence climbed.
His level also increased till level 22. As his level climbed, it naturally became difficult to gain experience points. But here's the catch, there weren't any monsters near the town., and after the incident with the dungeon rift ten years ago, his mother had strictly forbidden him from going anywhere near one. And Astrael understood her concern and he respected her wishes, he didn't argue.
Now, readers might be thinking—How the hell did he reach Level 22 without killing monsters?
Ah… yes.
Cough, cough.
Where was I…?
Right.
Astrael could gain experience by killing anything. Anything. Whether it was an anthill, a bee, or a wild animal, it was counted. As long as it lived, and he ended it, the system recognized it.
And since the estate's butcher house needed meat regularly, whether it was cattle, boar, or fowl, it was always him doing the killing.
So far, he hadn't spent a single status point, choosing instead to save them for the future. Increasing his stats through training felt more natural—and it was something he genuinely enjoyed. There was no rush.
As for the future... he had no real information yet currently, as there was no context to guide him.
Just instinct, and the quiet, steady discipline he'd built day by day.
"Sigh, only time will tell..." he thought as he refocused, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Till now, I still don't understand this 'system' thing,"The Elundra spoke in his mind, genuinely so.
Astrael blinked, a soft chuckle escaping him.
"Oh? You've lived for who-knows-how-long and this is what's confusing you?"
"Hmph! How many times must I say it?" she huffed, her voice taking on a charmingly annoyed lilt.
"My strength has plummeted, what I once was, even my memories, it's all missing."
"Why do you think I ended up sealed in this... backward world?"
Astrael paused.
He didn't argued. She wasn't wrong.
The sword bound to him was still in a weakened state. And he knew, as he grew stronger, the sword would evolve with him. That much was clear.
But what made it even more unusual was something else.
He had never heard of a weapon that could upgrade its grade. Every artifact or enchanted weapon he had heard remained fixed within its respective rank. From iron-forged blades to ancient relics, none had the potential to grow beyond their original tier.
Yes, the sword bounded to him, was in wakened form. And as he grow stronger, the sword would also grow stronger with him. He didn't heard that a the weapon grade could get upgraded, as all the weapons are fixed respective to their grade.
But Elyndra… she was different.
"Brother, you are going to be late to your big day if you start training again..."
Astrael heard his sister's voice, which made him stop from running.
He sighed softly and responded with a loud, "Alright," shaking his head as the thought crossed his mind, "Sigh… I will train later."
In the next instant, he shifted direction and sprinted toward Luna.
As soon as she saw him, her expression lit up, she went for a hug, but just as she got close, she recoiled with exaggerated offense and quickly pinched her nose.
"Brother, you should take a bath. You are smelly."
Astrael froze, blinking blankly for a moment.
"I guess so…" he muttered, a little speechless, and walked toward the bathroom.
Inside, Elara was already waiting for him, her hands gentle and practised as she handed him the dress with care.
"Here are your clothes, Young Lord," she said with a soft smile.
She presented the ceremonial outfit, a sleek black robe of high-grade silk, paired with fitted trousers of the same fabric. Silver linings traced intricate patterns across the seams, glinting faintly under the light, complementing his silver eyes
Surprisingly, hygiene held notable importance in this world. It wasn't just the noble households; even the common folk placed value on cleanliness. The level of advancement in this world could rival that of Astrael's previous one. In fact, the town alone seemed more developed, and he could only begin to imagine how much more advanced the regions beyond the town might be.
....
Astrael stepped out of the cold bathroom, feeling refreshed and glanced at the clock mounted on his wall.
"It's already ten a.m.," he muttered with a frown, realising the awakening ceremony would begin in just an hour, leaving him with little time to prepare.
He quickly changed into his black outfit, which fit him perfectly the moment he slipped it on, tailored precisely to his frame. Since childhood, he had always refused his nanny's help when it came to dressing, finding it too embarrassing. With that done, he turned his gaze toward the mirror.