System Window;
[Name: Caleb Ragnar]!
[Age: 16]!
[Title: Third rate antagonist]!
[Skills: none]!
[Stats]!
[Strength:10]
[Agility:12]
[Endurance:15]
[Intelligence:10/10]
[Vitality:20]
[Karma points: none]!
In just one month, his stats had skyrocketed.
Before training, every single one of his stats had been below 8. But now? They had grown to a level that couldn't be ignored.
Even Adele, who rarely showed surprise, was surprised at his growth. She even called it monstrous.
And coming from her, that was the highest form of praise.
It was all because of his SSS rank talent.
As Caleb ran laps around the vast training ground, the air shimmered with the heat of his exertion. Sweat drenched his clothes, his breath coming out in ragged bursts — yet his pace never faltered. Every stride carried the weight of determination, the kind that came from someone who refused to be weak ever again.
From a distance, Adele watched in silence, her arms crossed as her golden hair swayed lightly in the breeze. Her sharp eyes followed his movements — the rhythm of his steps, the balance of his breathing, the precision in his posture. He was no longer the fragile boy who could barely stand under her killing intent a month ago.
He's ready, she thought. His body has finally caught up to his will.
A faint smile tugged at her lips, one that vanished almost as soon as it appeared.
"He's fit enough," she whispered. "Now… he can begin learning the techniques of the Ragnar Clan."
But even that wasn't the end goal.
The real test was yet to come — the secret techniques, those passed down through generations of Ragnar warriors. Techniques that demanded not just strength or stamina, but the will to tear your body apart and rebuild it with every motion.
Adele's gaze hardened. "You've endured this far, Caleb… but what's coming next will decide if you truly belong to the bloodline you carry."
On the other side of the field, Caleb kept running — unaware of the trials waiting for him. The faint wind carried Adele's voice, soft and unreadable.
"Let's see if that monstrous growth of yours can withstand the weight of a true Ragnar."
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The following day.
Early in the morning, Caleb was in his room, muscles tense.
"98… 99… 100!" he counted, his voice low but firm as sweat dripped down his face and hit the wooden floor.
PING!
A notification came from the system.
[Quest complete]!
Quest; Do 100 push ups]!
; Do 100 squats]!
He called it, "a training straight out of a webtoon."
He then went to the bathroom and took a shower, the steam rising and misting over the mirror. The cold water hit his skin like tiny needles, washing away the fatigue from training.
As he stepped out, towel draped around his neck, he was met by a familiar face—the maid from before. Her name flickered in his memory like a passing thought from the synchronization with this world.
Adeline Trinia.
She stood there, graceful as always, her posture straight and expression calm, yet her eyes carried a quiet sharpness—as if she noticed more than she let on. Her dark hair was tied neatly, and the crisp uniform framed her elegance perfectly.
"Good morning, Young Master Caleb," she greeted with a polite bow.
Caleb nodded, still drying his hair. "Morning, Adeline."
"You've been up early again," she said with a faint smile. "Lord Adele will be pleased to hear of your… dedication."
He chuckled softly, slipping on his shirt. "Dedication or punishment—I'm still deciding which one this training counts as."
Adeline allowed herself a small laugh. "Perhaps both, Young Master. Breakfast is ready when you are."
As she turned to leave, Caleb caught himself glancing at her again. Something about her presence—composed yet mysterious—made him feel like she wasn't just another servant.
Maybe she wasn't.
In the one month he had been here, a lot had changed about her attitude. She no longer shouted or glared at him; instead, she moved with precision and grace, performing her duties efficiently.
She had started addressing him as "Young Master," her tone polite yet firm, a sharp contrast to the fiery intensity she had shown when they first met.
Caleb couldn't help but smirk. "Scary lady," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the sudden transformation.
"Anyways", he continued talking to himself y. "I've grown stronger physically, and tomorrow… tomorrow I start learning the sword from Adele."
"I can already feel the anticipation crawling under my skin. I know her training doesn't mess around—she'll push me past limits I didn't know I had."
He sighed, trying to steady my nerves. "I just hope I didn't jinx it. After everything I've endured, I can't afford to stumble now. Not when the real work is about to begin."
But ever since the system appeared, I noticed something new.
"I've got these… Karma Points," I muttered to myself, squinting at the words on the screen. I didn't really know what they meant, but instinct told me they were important.
"Are they… connected to what I want to achieve in the future?" I wondered aloud. Every goal and every ambition I had, suddenly felt like it might be measured, even influenced by this mysterious system. It was unnerving… and exciting all at once.
He wondered if being the final boss would actually be worth it. All the sweat, pain, and endless training—maybe it would finally mean something if it put him at the top, feared and respected by everyone.
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101 here!!
Please help this lonely author with power stones so that this book would be recognised, I'm on my knee's!!
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