Sam took the risk, and kept sitting for a while letting his body adept to the mana again and his body healing slightly without the restriction.
„Status" he mumbled and a blue see through screen opened infront of him.
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STATUS – SAMUEL
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Race: Human - Slave (ownerless)
Age: 8
Condition: Exhausted, wounded (-20% stat points, temp.)
LEVEL: 1/100
EXP: 0/100
HP: 23 / 300
Mana: 152 / 152
Strength: (32) -20%
Agility: (31) -20%
Endurance: (34) -20%
Dexterity: (29) -20%
Magic: (13) -20%
Willpower: (60) -20%
──────── Skills ────────
• High Pain Tolerance (C) [Level 38/40]
• Healing Water (E) [Level 1/20]
• Martial Artist (D) [Level 14/30]
• Iron Body (C) [Level 32/40]
• Body strengthening (F) [3/10]
• Whole Body Weapon (C) [Level 1/40]
• Rapid and strong self Regeneration (C) [Level 40/40] *
•…
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He raised his brows and read through it one by one, what irritated him was why his regeneration skill did not level up, so he clicked on the star right beside it.
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Requirments for Advencment towards Rank B:
• Fuse with a skill
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As Samuel focused on the fuse selection, lines of text rippled and rearranged themselves.
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Possible Fusion Options
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1. Iron Body (C) + Rapid and Strong Self Regeneration (C)
→ "Regenerative Iron Physique" (B)
• His flesh hardens instinctively at the point of impact while regeneration prioritizes damaged areas.
• Broken bones knit while still reinforced with metallic density.
• Passive effect: the more damage sustained, the stronger the body becomes temporarily.
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2. High Pain Tolerance (C) + Rapid and Strong Self Regeneration (C)
→ "Endless Suffering Engine" (B)
• Pain is fully converted into regenerative fuel.
• The more pain Samuel experiences, the faster and more aggressive his regeneration becomes.
• Allows continued combat even while the body is mid-repair.
• Risk: prolonged pain exposure may destabilize mental state.
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3. Whole Body Weapon (C) + Rapid and Strong Self Regeneration (C)
→ "Adaptive Combat Regeneration" (B)
• Injuries suffered in combat are analyzed and prevented in future encounters and gets healed faster each time.
• Muscles, tendons, and joints regenerate into more combat-efficient structures.
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If the rank is one lower than the main skill, you just get a stronger version of the main skill:
…
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Sam didn't hesitate.
His gaze locked onto the third option, jaw tightening—not in fear, but in recognition. It wasn't power for endurance. It wasn't power for suffering.
It was power to kill and survive doing it.
He selected it.
The moment his will touched the choice, the blue screen shattered into fragments of light that sank straight into his body.
⸻
Pain returned.
Not the crude, external pain Henry Usedom know—but something deeper, invasive, rewriting.
Sam's muscles seized violently. He collapsed onto his hands and knees as his mana surged without restraint, flooding nerves, bone, marrow. Every injury he had ever sustained screamed back to life—not reopening, but being remembered.
His broken ribs burned as if reliving their fracture.
His shoulders throbbed, replaying dislocations again and again.
Knife wounds, burns, crushed fingers—
All of it resurfaced. As if the whole month of torture crashed den on him in just a mere moment.
Then it changed, his body didn't just heal, It learned.
Fibers realigned, tightening along paths of repeated stress. Joints adjusted subtly, angles shifting by fractions of a degree for better torque, better balance. Scar tissue didn't fade—it reorganized, becoming denser, tougher, more elastic.
Even his breathing changed, instinctively syncing with movement patterns optimized for combat.
Sam bit into his forearm to keep silent.
Blood filled his mouth.
His regeneration surged—not wild, not desperate, but focused. Every weakness was cataloged. Every failure corrected.
Minutes passed.
Then—
The pain receded.
Sam lay there, chest heaving, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his face. His body felt heavy—but not broken.
The blue screen reformed.
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SKILL EVOLUTION CONFIRMED
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Rapid and Strong Self Regeneration (C)
+
Whole Body Weapon (D)
→ Adaptive Combat Regeneration (B)
• The body records combat damage patterns and adapts structure accordingly
• Regeneration efficiency increases against repeated damage types
• Passive reinforcement of frequently injured areas
• Combat movement efficiency increased
• Pain feedback reduced during active combat states
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Sam slowly pushed himself upright.
His legs trembled—but held.
He flexed his fingers. Then his shoulders. There was resistance there now, like coiled steel beneath flesh. Not rigid—ready.
He laughed quietly.
Sam leaned against the wall, breathing steadily, letting the last of the mana settle. His stats were still suppressed, his body still far from peak—but this was still stronger than he was before.
He took a last look at the loose chains and then made an clear turn around towards the old wooden door, the view he saw for such a long time. It felt near to an eternity!
For months just unbearable pain.
He reached out his arms, expecting a lot of things, resistance—magic, locks, pain. Nothing
The door wasn't even locked, it opened with a screeching sound like it mocked him and stood open. The rusty angels, the blood sputters, nothing blocked his way in the floor infront anymore.
His naked feet echoed on the cold stone as he stepped into the hallway.
A breeze of fresh hair, let his body shudder in surprise. It was fresh, not blood, old iron, dust, rats or what this prison smelled like. He started jogging towards the source, his stiff joints getting smoother by the second.
He stumbled one time and lay flat on the stomach, then he pushed himself up again running with even more energy and laughed like maniac.
„HAHAHA!" it echoed through the dungeon.
And there it was - the door to the exit.
Orange sunlight poured through the barred windows, cutting through the dust-filled air. Long golden stripes stretched across the stone floor, illuminating the staircase leading upward.
It's as if a savior welcomed him weigh open arms, ready to take all of his worries.
Sam's eyes got lost for a second but he shook his head and mumbled to himself; „No! What awaits me is Revenge!"