Chapter 23: The Dipidated Vilge

  The elite giant is mostly dead, sin by the "Matthieu Powerful Acid Arrow."

  Even though Matthew Ser had never learned or memorized this spell, he still mao cast it successfully.

  Moreover, he successfully hit the elite giant's head, dealing a total of 8 damage, exactly enough to deplete its remainih.

  "Die aberrant giant killed, 2000 experience points gained, skill points x2, 231 destiny s obtained."

  "What? Destiny s?"

  "So, had I not taken down this elite giant beforehand, at least dozens of people would have died at its hands..."

  "Or perhaps, the little girl who was saved, her future achievements are not simple? At least, her potential seems to be that way..."

  With thoughts swirling in his mind, Matthew's as did not falter; he waved over Steward Ralph and whispered in his ear:

  "Send someoo check the body, see if there's anything we salvage, and remember to be careful."

  "Bring potions, treat the little girl and others in the vilge, and arrange fht patrols."

  Then, Matthew walked back to the carriage, having just braced himself, now the "backsh" came!

  Surge after surge of mana tinuously flowed into his body, bringing waves of energy flush and intense pain.

  "This is... a gift from the mawork!"

  Under Matthew's incredulous gaze, his mana limit soared from 260 points to 280 points, then it stopped increasing.

  Also, Matthew felt an unknown will, silently looking his way, thehily disappearing.

  Only then did Matthew remember that the real Matthieu Powerful Acid Arrow spell had not yet beeed by the arist Matthieu!

  That moment was about 8 years iure.

  This means, in the memory of the mawork, this is a brand new, unpreted spell.

  Moreover, the mawork's assessment of it was very high, allowing Matthew to gain the maximum mana increase possible for creating a sed-tier spell!

  This result did not surprise Matthew, as "Matthieu Powerful Acid Arrow" is remarkably damaging and effective, destio be listed among the most cost-effective sed-tier spells iure.

  Almost all casters will learn this sed-tier spell iure, earning the highest evaluations, naturally.

  Moreover, Matthew could distinctly feel that the gift from the mawork was not just an increase in mana limit.

  His uanding and stru of this type of model had also signifitly progressed.

  "If that's the case, my mind still remembers many spells that haven't been ied yet..."

  Matthew felt an inexplicable urge, but he suddenly awoke, a cold sweat on his back, restraining this imprreed.

  "Occasionally creating a spell be seen as personal talent and fir."

  "But tinuously creating many plex, exquisite, and practical spells would definitely make one seem monstrous!"

  "Even the former sario would enter many inexplicable dangers, such as an assassination at age 6, or the ret assassination attempt..."

  "If it were the tter, it might attract the attention of some terrifying beings..."

  Without suffit ability to protect himself, Matthew didn't think he could keep his secrets uhe scrutiny of these terrifying beings.

  Ohey knew about his memories, it would be a disastrous sequence...

  Suppressing the restlessness inside, Matthew tithen his mental fortitude, preventing himself from getting carried away while also being vigint:

  "Being passive like this isn't a solution, going it alone always es at a cost..."

  Thinking this, Matthew turo look at Yaya, who was sound asleep, notig that the caravan had already entered Bay Vilge.

  A wave of tiredness and sleepiness hit him; after setting up several warning spells, Matthew slowly closed his eyes, starting his first meditation in this world.

  Maailed memories and images surfaced in his mind, which Mattheted, absorbed, and ied.

  However, the wash of these memory images didn't shake Matthew in the slightest; he merely absorbed these memories as knowledge, without being influenced.

  Unsciously, Matthew felt his sciousness as if entering a vast river, floating up and down with the waves.

  This sensation was addig, until he heard Yaya's urgent call by his ear:

  "Daddy... e back..."

  Suddenly awakened, Matthew felt his sciousness rapidly retract, his thoughts being clear and sharp again, gradually mastering his sciousness.

  Then, he saw in his mind, a face drawn with simple lines, depig his own face.

  Iingly, when Matthew looked deeper, he could see that the lines posing the painting were actually spell models.

  "Good heavens, is this the esseneditation?"

  "Carving spell models into the soul, bit by bit reshaping and transf the soul's form?"

  "This is Light Magic, it has 8 mana hree of which have been optimized—is this what LV3 looks like?"

  "Indeed, Sleep Magic has 10 mana nodes, with five already shining bright. If I ize and remodel the sixth, does that mean I elevate it to LV6?"

  "This is..."

  The unpreted se of meditation amused Matthew greatly, but he soo fatigue and immediately realized:

  The limit of meditation time had been reached, both soul and body could no longer support it.

  Matthew then truly fell asleep, ending his first day in this world!

  Mard, 129.

  Thick clouds blocked the sunlight.

  A ess slowly crept in.

  A drizzle blew for about half an hradually subsiding, disappearing into the distant wilderness.

  A row of round wooden stakes enclosed the entire Bay Vilge, marked with gnawing and cw marks.

  The vilge had a wooden gate on each side, with several soldiers taking turns on guard duty, which was not there before.

  Four muddy roads spread from the gates to the ter of the vilge.

  Most of the houses in Bay Vilge were wooden, with low eaves dotted with iron hooks, currently hanging with several gray-white cod.

  Every household took advantage of the break in the rain t out their fishing gear, carefully mending and patg.

  The twice-yearly cod fishing trip to the sea was about to begin.

  This was almost the only source of ine for the vilgers of Bay Vilge, aside from farming.

  Taking advantage of this unal time, many people were chattering non-stop, discussing household matters or the yield of the fields.

  Of course, there was no ention of the caravan that had arrived st night, and the new lord.

  Especially those vilgers who had wit the previous night were now vividly describing it, giving an immersive feeling.

  Of course, that was an exaggeration.

  The truth is, they often exaggerated even more...