After the intense battle, Reve finally paid attention to the notification that Nixy gave him.
[Notice: You killed a Shadow Cat(Lv.53). Achievement gained +0.5]
It was the only notification he had from the world administrator.
"Such a sad life. It could have killed me if observed the battle carefully," sighed Reve.
His sore muscles were proof of his statement. He had given it his all to defeat the magical beasts. Even his mana reserve was at its lowest. For an opponent like the shadow cat, Reve had unleashed his mana-tasking spells on it. Just one more spell and he would have left himself defenseless.
Still, the main reason for his victory was due to the lack of inefficiency from the shadow cat. Unlike Reve who had squeezed out all of his potentials and was now at his limits, the shadow cat didn't learn magic or Ki. It only used innate spells given to him by his racial status.
In essence, the shadow cat only lost to the skills it was very fond of.
Reve reviewed the battle as a mage should always do. After he had noted the key points he needed to improve on, Reve took a look at his status.
[ Name: Reve
Race: White Arcadian Cat(Neophyte)
Level(exp): 50 (500/500)
Path: 2nd Circle Arcanist (Magic), Mystic Wanderer(Path of Secrets)
Titles: Kin of Amethyst, Deviant, First Kind, Hunter, Magic User(Apprentice), Enigma
AP: 44
[Attributes]:
[Skills]: ]
[ Attributes' Nixy Window
Strength: 35
Speed: 50
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 30
Mana: 100
Psi-Force: 95 ]
[ Skills:
Trinity Candidate(Max). Supernatural Sense(Lv.5) Seventh Sense(Lv.2). Energy Sense(Lv.3). Magic Eyes(Max). Ice Fantasy(Max). Appraisal(Lv.2). Blind Magic(Lv.5). Telekinesis(Lv.9). Merge(Max). Force Barrier(Lv.3). Nature Echo(Lv.4). Enchant Body: Base(Max). Frozen Gate(Lv.4). Prime Mode(Max). Nature(Lv.9). Home Magic Series(Max). Faceless Magic Series(Max). Voice Magic(Max). Winter Rose(Lv.6)
]
The world administrator, Nixy, always made sure to compact skills so the host could comprehend easier. This made it introduce the concept of Magic Series.
They were like schools of magic but covered an array of related magic spells. For instance, [Home Magic Series] covers basic magic spells used to take care of one's home. They were mostly cleaning spells.
[Faceless Magic Series] was his self-created magic series. It includes all basic and a few advanced stealth-related magic spells. Although, most of the spells were created by him.
As for the rest of his magic spells, they weren't enough to make more magic series. This was a bit pitiful as most mages aspired to create many magic series.
However, Reve could not learn everything. His time was always occupied with studying and training. Having the spare time to accumulate a few auxiliary magic series was unnecessary and unneeded.
Reve relaxed his body on the grassy ground. Blue lights surrounded him as he tried to heal his injuries and refill his mana reserve.
He heard his teacher's voice accompanied with rounds of claps, "Brilliantly done. You aren't the immortal witch's student for nothing. Come, you have been working hard for so long. We rest today."
Reve glanced at the figure of his teacher. His lips quivered as he darted his glance away.
Soon, after much recuperation, he stood up and walked after the old witch.
...….
In the sitting lounge, Reve sat on Circe's laps as the latter brushed his fur. There was silence between them, which was very rare.
Perhaps it was because they knew of what was to come.
After a while, Circe faked a smile, "When you arrived at my doorsteps, I have never thought I would create a magic genius."
"Heh, what is this all of a sudden? You have finally noticed the greatness of this cat god," Reve talked smugly.
He couldn't hide the nervousness that could be found in his voice. Circe was never one to praise. Heck, that old hag preferred torturing more than praise.
"Hehe, if you say "old hag" once more, I will shave your fur," threatened Circe.
'Crap, I forgot she can read mind,' realized Reve.
He retorted, "My fur? You dare not!"
"Try me and see.."
"You, old h----"
Reve could already feel Circe's palm becoming hotter. He soon changed his words, "--human. You, old human."
Circe positioned Reve's face in front of hers and asked softly, "Old what?"
Reve's face twitched, "Kek, you can deny your 'hag-ness' but you can't deny your old age. Age is--"
…...and like that he was flung across the room with vicious brutality, bouncing on the walls for a few seconds before finally settling on the floor with his face fully kissing it.
Circe walked to him and challenged with a lovely smile, "Say that again."
He struggled to get up, but his stance was unwavering, "I said one cannot escape age. Age is a----"
*Boom*
A fire ignited below him and consumed him like a great python. Because Circe wasn't being serious, Reve was able to use his ice mana to mitigate the effects of the fire, but still...….almost all his furs were burnt to crisp!
Reve roared in anger, "You old hag!"
*Bang!*
Circe dished out another punishment.
"You old hag!"
*Boom!*
Yet again, she didn't disappoint.
"You old--"
*Crackle!*
Another one.....
"You--"
*Clink!*
Another one....
"..."
*Whoosh!*'
She mercilessly beat him up even when he said nothing.
...….
After a while, Reve was back on Circe's lap but this time with no fur and a bruised eye.
He glanced grumpily at his assailant but didn't say anything. He would never admit a young cat god like him was scared of an old h--young lady.
His skin tingled as Circe's bare hand caressed it. She sent a jovial smile at him in hopes of reconciliation…..probably not.
Reve stared at the pattern of the floor. They were inconsequential but his mind could not help but look at them.
Eventually, he spoke out, "Circe, I can feel it. It is calling me. A beacon. Khaos' beacon!"
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