Mizar was in a dilemma. There were quite a few skills to choose for an upgrade, and each skill had their pros and cons. Plus, he didn't know the details of the new skills, so he couldn't just upgrade them.
Looking at the panel, he saw that Summoner's Control was about to level up, and the sub-class and normal skills were fairly easy to level up with some training. What was left were the three main class skills, two of which he didn't know much about.
Even though he didn't know much about those two new skills, they looked useful. Thus he was querying whether to upgrade these skills or the Undead one. If he upgraded the undead one, it looked like it would unlock other undead creature for him to summon.
"It is better to invest in what I know for now." Mizar thought as he decided to upgrade Summon Undead skill.
[You do not have enough Mastery Points.]
A red system mastery point popped up.
'Oh yeah. How did I forget? It now costs two mastery points.' Mizar gave a little awkward laugh as he thought about other skills to upgrade.
Looking at the new skills, Regeneration, he didn't understand what it was implying, If he has a Death Body then there was no need for Regeneration as only critical blows would manage to hurt him, at least from what he understood.
The Other Skill Lich Life was pretty straightforward, gaining life force from attacks. There was no need to worry about lifespan, for now, so his primary focus was Regeneration.
Mizar started contemplating, 'The system isn't stupid, maybe it is stupid. It nearly killed me. All things aside, it wouldn't give me a useless skill, right?'
As he was thinking, he stumbled upon a thought. The Death Body was essentially like the body of a Zombie. The Zombie wouldn't die unless its head or vital organ were destroyed. If every other part except its head were injured, it would still be alive but disabled, unable to do anything.
The Zombie may be able to function, but a human being can't if all of its body were injured. How could Mizar fight or do anything if there were injury all over his body, he would become a disabled person unable to fight. Then he would just become a sitting target that anyone could kill.
Even though he somewhat figured out all this, he didn't truly know if it was correct. To test it, he took out the Lunar Dagger from his chest area inside his robe. He then cut himself on his palm and closed his hand.
He did it so that they couldn't know that he had a healing spell. In his previous world, people on the healing path were incredibly rare, and those people also didn't possess many healing skills.
If he were investigated for it, it would be very problematic for him. The wound didn't heal up. As he was in confusion about what was going wrong, it occurred to him that he hadn't activated the skill.
Like any other magic, he activated the Regeneration skill. The Mana from his body started flowing through his body into his palm. As the palm became increasingly hotter and itchy, the blood stopped flowing from the wound.
After the blood stopped flowing, and the heat and itchiness were gone, Mizar opened his palm. The wound from before was gone, with no sign of it. The only thing to prove that there was a wound was his bloody palm.
"Hmm." The old man that put Mizar in the test was a little confused. He noticed that few seconds after Mizar cut his palm, Mana in Mizar's body was being directed to the palm. He didn't know what Mizar was doing, and even after Mizar opened his palm, he didn't clearly see what was going on as the palm was still bloody and it looked like the wound was still there.
The wound took one minute to heal. The wound wasn't that deep, nor it was too shallow. Looking at this, Mizar felt that his theory was somewhat correct. He then proceeded to put the Mastery Point to the Regeneration Skill.
After he put his Mastery Point into Regeneration Skill, his body started to heat up. The heat gradually went up, which produced sweat all over his body. His robe became wet and sticky. The increase in the heat didn't stop. The sweat evaporated, forming steam all around his body. His damp and sticky robe became dry again.
The Peoples watching Mizar were shocked. It wasn't that this type of phenomenon was shocking. It was rather that only mages in Fire Path did such things as drying their body and clothes using Magic.
But looking at Mizar, it was evident that he wasn't doing such thing, there was no need to. Plus, the process was different. In the case of Fire Mages, it was a spontaneous burst of heat, whereas in this case, it was clearly not.
All the people watching were gossiping among themselves. The only one to notice more than anyone was the old man who put this test.
'Hmm. It is similar to before, but this time, there are two sources of Mana. The Mana is being drawn both from inside and outside.' The Old Man contemplated in his head.
It was quite an observation from the Old Man. If he knew about multiple worlds, he would have instantly figured out about it. Too bad, he didn't have enough knowledge.
Everyone in the world is like that. Everyone thinks that they are knowledgeable when, in fact, everyone is the frog at the bottom of the well that everyone likes to ridicule, thinking they are not the frog. Knowledge is infinite; no one can know everything; everyone is the frog inside the well in some aspect.
Mizar couldn't handle it anymore. He started to get dizzy and nauseous. Luckily, the temperature began to drop. Very quickly, the temperature returned to normal. The dizziness and nausea also disappeared. His body felt energetic, the stress accumulated in his joints, muscles and bones all healed up.
The hidden injuries from before also healed. Mizar felt that his body was at the peak. He started jumping, throwing punches, kicks, swinging dagger, etc. The small inconveniences he had before were gone.
He took out the staff from the waist and held it in his right hand. Holding a dagger in one hand and staff in the other hand he made his way towards the broad hallway.
The test involving his life and death began.
...
Beckett's Uncle didn't think Clement would dare kill his nephew under these circumstances. He was shocked and angry, ready to kill Clement.
Clement quickly escaped through the hole in the wall. Soon after Clement escaped, the door was kicked open by Clement's fellow team members and other members of the Light Legion. Beckett's Uncle also recovered from the shock and furiously slammed the wall breaking it.
"Do not worry, Sir Lieutenant Josh. We will capture the traitor and exact vengeance for Sir Beckett." One of the members shouted from the crowd of people that had gathered at the door.
"Yeah. Kill that traitor."
"Vengeance for Sir Beckett."
People started shouting and bootlicking even in this situation. As people started shouting, a thought emerged in the head of Josh, and his anger slowly subsided.
"Is this finally my chance for a promotion? Thank you, my nephew! At least you did a job for me with your death. You can consider yourself useful in the afterlife."
His thought was simple. His one and only nephew died for the sake of capturing a traitor. He had to sacrifice his one and only nephew for capturing the traitor. He could use this as a way for climbing the positions and collecting merits.
Even people will support him as a favour being owed by a Lt. Commander, or possibly even a future Commander will be a great help for anyone. But first, he had to catch the traitor. Otherwise, the reasoning for his promotion wouldn't have that much of a backing. He was more than determined to catch Clement.
As the man in the position of scouting, Clement had plenty of movement-based skills up his sleeve. He was faster than the majority of people following him. As he got further away, the minority of people became clearer. They were Beckett's Uncle, Jorge, and other members of Light Legion. The mask was giving away his location even if he wanted to hide.
The mask was still glowing, and Clement didn't know what to do with it. So he decided to throw it away. He threw the mask as hard as he could to the other direction but halfway in the air, it returned to him.
It returned to him and got attached to his face. Clement felt like he blended to the surrounding. As he exited the branch of the Light Legion, he headed towards the forest. He jumped from tree branch to branch, eventually ditching the people chasing him. Just when he thought he was okay and took a deep breath, a voice came from behind with a cold hand on his shoulder.
"Got you." The voice was cold, but Clement somehow felt that it wasn't the voice of someone who wanted to harm him.