Chapter 6 - Constitution bottleneck

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STATUS RANK: 1

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USER LEVEL: 9

EXP: 120/900

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NAME: Arden Kamura

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STATS:

VARIABLE STATS:

Constitution: high - low

Agility: mid

Stamina: mid

Sense: mid - high

Reflexes: mid

Energy control: low - high

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PERMANENT STATS:

-can be raised under special conditions

Sight: high

Hearing: mid-low

Smell: low-high

Body adaptability: high

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PASSIVE SKILLS:

[eyes ???]

[Minor ice control]

ACTIVE SKILLS:

SELF TAUGHT SKILLS:

[Ice cover]

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UNIQUE TRAITS:

[Continuous body hardening]

2 Unlock?

3 Unlock?

After unlocking a trait, stats/titles may

change/evolve

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TITLES:

[Kamura]

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After traveling and killing so much, I was able to manipulate energy in my body better then before. When I managed to cover my body by ice, I came to a realization of what the orb in the glowing pot with carps was. It wasn't a natural treasure like a thought, it was actually a skill orb! It's something like a core, but instead of just pure energy, it can also give you a certain creatures skill! I never heard of a skill just appearing like that, it was probably a leftover from a powerful dead monster.

Arden already had already killed over twenty wolfs. After reaching up to level nine, an average wolf gave him about 20 exp. And he also noticed that his first wolf kill had gone through some mutation by drinking from the freezing waters. After absorbing another wolfs core he didn't get any of the icy energy which really upset him. He also killed a meter long salamander that was breathing fire, it wasn't dangerous because of my ice armor, so Arden managed to kill it rather quickly, and he got a core from it.

Even tho Arden knew that he probably wouldn't be able to absorb it, he still tried. As expected it failed, because his skill would no longer be compatible with his body. He stored it in his back because he thought that it could be useful later.

Looking back, he thought about how much he changed in the short span of time, right now he was capable of taking care of two of those heavy armored soldiers from before head on.

If I somehow came back to my land, being accepted as a knights disciple wouldn't be impossible.

Knight were the powerhouses of the seven kingdoms, there are about five thousand knights in the seven kingdoms. There are even rankings made from thousand of those elites. Those elites don't battle each other frequently for the rankings, because after reaching the top 1000, everyone there is similar in skill, so easily said: The fifth wins against the first because his ability counters him, but the third one beats the fifth and gets beat by the first. So the ranking is only about beating one of the elite thousand and then entering the top thousand.

My dad was one of those 'knights'. He failed entering the top thousand, but he was still a knight that could tear through my meat like through paper.

Looking to the distance, I sweared on coming back and beating that crazy old man fair and square.

He made me different than other kids, I needed to train in order to get some food on my plate, to me it was bearable. But he wanted me to be even stronger, he wanted me to be his flawless version.

When I was around seven, I adopted a parentless baby wolf , I named him Silverback, tho it's a bit clique it suited him well. I trained him perfectly, he was great at hunting for food.

I had him for about an year. After some time I started skipping training and instead of my fathers food, I ate what he brought me. After a week of skipping my swordplay lessons, father came to my room and beat me up for it.

When Silverback came back with some food, excited to make its master happy and getting praised, he saw me crying and getting struck by a wooden stick again and again. Silverback lost all of his reason and tried to protect me, rushing towards my father and jumping to bring him down. My father effortlessly caught him by the neck with his empty hand, looked at him coldly and snapped Silverbacks neck.

This broke me. I trained him, fed him and loved that naive smile when he brought his game to me.

He told me that in order to survive, to be powerful, to rule, one can't make stupid mistakes. He told me that I should've trained Silverback better, just like he's doing it with me. After that he told me that I'm replaceable and that my siblings were already ahead of me, that I could end up like my dumb dog, not recognizing it's place.

From then I trained like father wanted, yet I wasn't capable of forgiving him. Now that I'm here, I can't help but admit that I wouldn't get this far without him.

I don't love him, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him. Actually I understood why he did it, he let his first daughter die to an assassin, and wasn't able to defeat him after knowing it was his daughters killer. My mother went crazy, she had a weak heart and passed away after half a year. It wasn't a painful death, but after my father heard my mother saying that it was his fault for letting their daughter die changed him. To me that was the day he died.

The only thing he did was train and train yet he still couldn't overcome his bottleneck. He didn't even look mad, just… disappointed. He hated how weak and vulnerable his kids were, so he trained me and my three brothers into killers. Seeing me slacking off, he became furious, but didn't let it his anger for others too see. After two years after that I stopped hating my father. Instead of blaming him, I blamed it on my self, had I not been such a slacker, Silverback would be still with me.

Losing my sister, mother, father and Silverback, made me and my brothers all somewhat wrong in the head.

We were all killers. I was the second oldest among us brothers, at that time I was the sanest. I was keeping an eye on my younger brothers, then one day my second brother tried to rape my only friend, Linda. I was furious and beat him up as much as I could. He was skilled but I was more experienced, not giving him any chance to defeat me. I told my dad about it, and the fact that she was, at that time, barely older then my dead sister helped me, to get him to a prison. He was sentenced to two years in a private prison by my father. after half a month he killed himself.

Now the family was left with only the lord and his three sons.

My youngest brother always looked up to me, but after our brother died, he blamed it on me and stopped talking to me.

This was the moment that I realized I was the craziest of them all because I didn't mind that he died, I didn't mind that my younger brother resented me. If one of them touched Linda now I would have beheaded them without a second thought.

I didn't care about my father nor my brothers anymore. We were all monstrous bastards that just kept getting stronger and crazier.

I would have become a monster like my other brothers, if it wasn't for them, Linda's parents.

Everyday after and before training I was at their house with Linda. They were like my new family, they helped me with countless things and I could never thank them enough. I gradually regained most of my sanity. And once again regained will to live, me and Linda promised to travel beyond 'The walls'. In order to do that, I trained more intensively than ever making my dad smile again in many years. I still wasn't again and probably never will be the same naive kid I used to be, but I again felt like living. I found out how much I love fighting and getting stronger, the feeling of being better than others filled my empty heart like nothing else. While fighting, I felt alive, I wanted to survive to the next day. That was something I thought I had lost a long time ago, but now I can proudly say that there are still things that can make me happy!