In my original world, I was always different. With a lower emotional spectrum than most, and showing psychopathic traits, was a sure fire way to become a loner for life. Yet it was not something that I dwelled on. After all, it was peaceful. My above average face was also enough to make sure that I had an easy way in life. For as long as I could remember, mediocrity was never an option for me. However once I reached this world, there were some changes. A handsome face, with my genius IQ was enough as a starting point. But not close to enough. The main character was the successor to a ducal house, specifically the House of Balrowk. He was completely overpowered, with affinity for the four basic elements, along with his two girlfriends.
However, I myself was not one to stay at the starting point. I wanted to be powerful as well, to never be at the beck and call of others. I sat on the small wooden table in the corner f my room took a paper and started to write on it in english. The common language of this world was Lorik, which sounded like english, but its writing was nowhere close. I knew, because I was forced to practice my penmanship at the palace. So someone reading it was not a worry. So, about 50 chapters did not give a lot of information of plot, but I knew the story would start on 863rd year of Gaia. Now, it was currently 855.
So roughly I had 8 years before the start of the story. Before that I needed to consolidate my strength and get a job at the International Institute of Warriors and Mages. That was where the story started and the place which held the most expansive library in the world, built by the combined efforts of the Human, Elven, Dwarven Empires, and the Orc, Beastmen Kingdoms. My mind was already tickling with excitement. However, before that there was a cheat that was mentioned in the 6th chapter that was wasted by the protagonist.
It was the dungeon created by the evil mage Carlus von Alocien, a 10-circle mage and an evil genius. Pretty much like me, now that I thought about me. Apparently, on his way towards the Institute, he entered the dungeon to gather experience'. However, he was so disgusted by the experiment logs kept by the dead mage, that he burned it all down. Along with it burned down all the resources he had collected over his lifetime of 1000 years.
So currently, my plan was to get a map, go to the nearest port, and jump on it and go to Isle of Horden, a free city, one of the only, in the world. And that is exactly what I did. I went to the town library, and with the help of the librarian, who turned suspiciously kind after handing her a gold coin, found that I was currently at the town of Gresit, and the nearest port city was a 1000 miles away, by the name of Farafel. Luckily, she also informed me a merchant caravan was also about to set off for Farafel. So I followed the directions given by the librarian and went to a luxury inn called 'Royal Hall'. There I met a plump man with a bushy moustache covering his upper lips.
"1000 coins."
"…I beg your pardon?"
I could virtually see the man's eyes filled with greed.
"You see, Farafel is a long way from here. You obviously did not expect us to give you a trip for free, right?"
"200 coins."
"Are you crazy? 900 coins, the best I can do."
Long story short, we decided on 500 coins. Gold obviously. 250 I already paid, while the other 250 was to be paid after we reached our destination. Thus I returned back to the my room, which I extended for a week. So for the next 7 days, I kept on practising my weapon arts, specifically my sword wielding, spear wielding and my close combats, on a phantom target, with all my might. My muscle memory helped me a lot to bridge the gaps in the drop in my expertise, mostly due to my merging. My looks were already extremely good, especially due to my heritage. I had also apparently inherited a great talent for sword and spear wielding. What was abysmal, was my mana sensitivity. It was like practicing while being choked. Okay, that was not a good analogy, but it is hard. Almost too hard.
My mind also helped. It was like having an instructor with you.
"The swing could be sharper."
"The aiming is still off."
"More strength!"
"Punch his face. This is not an MMA match! It could be life and death!"
I had also started a core strength training regiment. It currently was 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 pull ups, 10 minutes in horse stance, 10 minutes of planking, and then running. Running as fast as I could for as long as I could.
At the end of the week, as I laid on my bed with muscle aching all over, I decided to check my status for the first time since I started training.
[
Name: Adoneous Varvardos
Age: 16 years 3 months 2 days
Title: Exiled Prince
Traits: Prince's Aura, Psychopathic, Genius
Element: Darkness
Strength- 29
Agility- 40
Mana- 16
Skills:
Riding- lvl 2
Mana Manipulation- lvl 4
Close Combat- lvl 37
Sword-wielding - lvl 21
Spear-wielding - lvl 17
Whip-wielding - lvl 9
]
Apparently learning mixed martial arts as a form of personal training was helpful. By my memories, I was currently on par in sword wielding as the actual Adoneous and almost at his level in spear wielding. As I thought about the progress I had made, it made me feel a sense of giddiness. Soon the fatigue became too much for me, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.