Chapitre 58: Preparations for the Demon Hunt!

Chapter 58

'But well, whatever it may be, fate or destiny, Lucia was able to somehow find the place of trial and through a series of fights with her other companions, she cleared the Oracle's trial and was thus rewarded with the awakening of [Tomorrow's Path] bloodline!'

"Haha… what a plot!"

Oliver could not help but clap lightly; this was very much fate or destiny for Lucia.

He wanted to obtain the bloodline as well!

[Tomorrow's Path] was a powerful bloodline revolving around Oracle and Fate. He would be stupid to let this opportunity fly past him.

'I will need to leave the clan… I need this bloodline before going to the academy…'

Oliver thought with a serious look in his eyes.

He felt it was better to train on his own. According to his calculations, he wouldn't be able to grow much if he remained in the clan.

His treatment in the clan was not the best, and giving treasures to Nadia was becoming difficult.

She would not accept it and would strongly insist against him meeting her. With the way things were, it would be quite difficult for him to remain in much contact with her.

She was not naive either; he could not trick her into using the treasures and artifacts to grow, as he had hoped.

He realized that he had very little control in this situation; people were not as easy as depicted in the novels he was used to reading.

He realized this, fortunately, and now he must plan his growth accordingly.

Staying in the clan was not optimal; sure, Nadia could grow powerful over time, and so would he, but then what would be the use of him reincarnating in this fantasy world?

He wanted to explore the world himself as well, see the various mystical things; if he waited until he got strong, then it would be a big waste.

There would always be someone stronger than him, so did that mean he needed to wait until he became the strongest? How much time would that take? Some centuries? He was a normal human and did not have that level of patience.

He could never spend centuries doing the same thing and following a single routine every day; he would die of boredom.

He could not understand how the novel protagonists would suddenly become like ascetic monks after experiencing reincarnation. Being able to spend a thousand years in some random cave or being a janitor in some sect only to come out when enemies invaded?

Maybe they were indeed extraordinary, but he sure was not, and nor did he intend to spend the majority of his life in one place.

Anyways, it was something he must do sooner or later.

For now, it was impossible to leave the clan; the demon hunt was coming up, and there was no way he could sneak out.

'Maybe I should ask for Jenna's help?'

He felt she might be able to help him somehow leave the clan.

'Or should I let the clan guardian help me with this one…?'

He thought of the pristine white cat and felt she could take him out very easily.

'Or I could try to sneak out myself.'

For now, he put his thoughts to rest. There was nothing much he could do in this for now. He should be focusing on growing stronger first.

He was not even sure if leaving the clan relying on his own was even possible and not to mention that after the demon hunt, how would the clan react?

Would his treatment be better than before? Would he still need to leave the clan at that time?

Would there be schemes involved revolving around him?

He must wait patiently.

The demon hunt was an important event, not from the novel's perspective but from his clan's perspective.

Basically, the contents were always different, but the main crux was that the heirs would be thrown between demons and would be asked to hunt them. The stronger the demon they were able to hunt down and bring back, the greater the chance of victory in the event!

Oliver got up and clutched the rapier in his hand; he was going to train now.

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Just like that, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months…

Oliver barely interacted with Nadia during this time; he had grown numb to her cold attitude by now.

She would not even look at him if by chance they ever met face to face.

Nonetheless, he tried not to mind her behavior and kept trying from time to time to tempt her with artifacts and elixirs.

He had to say she had a strong mental fortitude for a 6-year-old…

He doubted that exorcists outside would ever refuse a free elixir or artifact; well, they would even try to kill him to get it and here she was.

He received some occasional strength boosts from her during the following months. And his body status was now something like this:

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[Name: Oliver Mystic]

[Race: Human]

[Strength: Level 4]

[Espera: Level 1]

[Charisma: Level 3]

[Luck: Level 2]

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"The demon Hunt will begin in a week…" Oliver muttered as he wiped off his sweat after an intense training session.

In the good span of many months, he did not dare to slack at all; he received tenfold strength boosts during these months and thus trained as a physical exorcist.

He decided to specialize so that he would not be lacking compared to others of a sane level in strength.

Although he did not get any techniques other than [Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom] from Nadia, he paid that no heed and instead searched for new weapon techniques himself.

The market was huge, and there were all sorts of mysterious sellers; it was hard to find good techniques, but he was persistent and was thus able to get some good stuff.

"It's only a week before I will be in the presence of the elders and the other heirs; I must prepare myself for this mentally as well."

He looked at the various equipment laying around him: a rapier, a spear, a dagger, and an axe.

Of course, he was someone from the modern world, and he knew just how useful versatility could be when it came to mastering weapons.

He would naturally not limit himself to one or two weapons; mastering more weapons was better for him.

In the future, if he bound himself to another target specializing in another weapon, style, and art, he would have difficulties adapting if he was already not accustomed.