A month had passed since Cain resumed his training.
His entry to the academy had been determined.
Or rather—accepted.
The Duke had asked.
Elias had answered.
And Cain… hadn't stopped him.
That alone was enough.
...
Elias sighed internally.
Where do I even start with this guy…
First of all...
I... Hate his guts.
|Displaying status screen|
|HP: 50/50|
|STR: 10 (9->10)|
|DEX: 10 (9.7->10)|
|AGI: 10 (7.5->10)|
|INT: 3.5 |
|Mana: 35/35|
|Luck: 3|
|Stat Points Remaining: 4|
He's already at the First Limit... I can't even complain since his growth means mine aswell, but still. When I'm reminded of the insane amount of hours this normally took when I used to play Feydrion, I can't help but chew my pillow a little.
Ah right.
"I forgot to tell you about the First Limit, right?"
"Hmph."
Cain pretended not to hear him and continued to train.
"Hey musclehead! Your stats aren't gonna grow more even if you double your training."
...
"I'm listening."
"Well, since the Soul Link was complete, you should be able to see your stats too. You must see that there's a tiny lock drawn right next to your Agility, Dexterity and Strength. That's because we haven't cleared the First Limit quest yet."
"That makes no sense."
"I have already raised my attributes much higher than this prior to... Ahem, the incident."
"I have already cleared all such quests."
"I know. I wasn't sure before, but I guess you'll just have to do it again."
"So I will challenge it right now."
|Quest: First Limit|
|Complete the trial given to you upon accepting|
|Warning: Can be attempted only once|
|Rewards: ??? (Subject to change based on performance)|
"No. You won't."
"System, close the quest."
"Are you crazy? These quests are always random, and since we are in such a unique... situation, I have no idea what could happen in this quest. We have a lot to prepare."
"...Like what?
"Well firstly. There's one thing I have been holding onto for this very moment."
Normally, you cannot use stat points to increase your luck, BUT, being the lifeless gamer I am, I discovered a bug.
"You see... When your stats are restricted, the restriction on other stats seems to... Disappear."
A wide grin appears on Elias' face.
|Alloting 4 stat points to Luck|
My luck is now at 7. That's more than double than before.
Normally you would think that Luck is an attribute limited to stuff like Gacha or treasure hunts, but very few gamers including me know that it's an insanely broken stat that applies to almost every mechanic in the game.
It affected everything.
Crafting. Rewards. Even combat.
A missed strike could land.
A perfect attack could fail.
An all-rounded stat.
Hehehehe.
I have risen above all those bastards now.
"...Now can we proceed?"
"No. We still have to practice our synergy in combat"
"And I have the perfect place for that."
Cain sighs.
"Fine... Do what you wish."
...
The next morning.
||Lucien Valencrest's Office||
"...You want to join the Eastern border patrol squads?"
Duke Lucien was sitting at his desk, a pile of documents lying in front of him.
It seemed like announcing a Hero's death at his estate had brought him several headaches from journalists.
"That is right, Your Grace."
"...And why would that be?"
"Oh it's for a hidden dung-"
...
"I didn't hear you properly."
"It's just that... I have received so much from you, and I wished to pay you back some way. I know that this isn't much in comparison to all you have done for me, but I'd like to think of it as a start."
Cain stared at the screen.
"...You're a terrible actor."
A pause.
Lucien looked at Elias with a curious look.
"You don't have to pay me back."
"I insist. I can also think of it as training."
He narrowed his eyes.
He seems to be upto something.
"...Alright. I'll let Malthus know to help you depart by tomorrow.
"Anyways, have you decided on a permanent alias yet? You'll have to use it for your time in the academy aswell."
"Elias."
"Elias Dayne."
"That's certainly... A unique name."
"I will have that alias registered into one of the noble houses under me. There should be about three months till the admissions for the academy start. Prepare well."
"Yes, sir."
Three months.
That was all they had.