Looking at the dead boar slumping to the ground and the notification from the system he remained indifferent as he started thinking.
Looking at the large amount of Exp he received, Reacher knew it was worth it. He received 50 Exp for killing one Bronze 2 Star, which is five times what he would have received for killing a Bronze 1 Star.
This would make his ascension from Initiate Elementary Spirit Realm to Early Elementary Spirit Realm quicker than he expected as he would only need to kill 10 Bronze 2 stars rather than 50 Bronze 1 star.
Reacher came out of his thoughts as he started to collect the horns of the boar making 23 pairs of Bronze 1-star horns and one Bronze 2-star horn.
After he finished collecting the horns, Reacher decided that was enough killing for today and started heading back to the city.
With his 23 pairs of horns, he would get approximately 4,600 Credits, with the addition of a Bronze 2-star horn it would gather a total of 6,000 Credits, as a Bronze 2-star boar would sell for 1,400 Credits.
"6,000 Credits for less than a day's work, if I went after a different kind of abomination it could have been more as the only thing valuable that came from a boar were its horns," Reacher mumbled as usually people hunt in squadrons and go after easier abominations and end up splitting the profits gaining about 1,200 Credits each.
'Mhmm... solo killing is more profitable and easier as no one is slowing me down so I can focus on farming and improving my skills.' Reacher thought.
"Screeeeee!"
Suddenly an ear-piercing screech entered his ears causing him to look up with a frown.
As he looked up he saw a large bird heading south, not noticing him.
Reacher's eyes sparkled as he looked at the bird flying, without hesitating he activated his [Creation] ability and focused on its wings.
An influx of information entered his brain before he deactivated his ability. He looked around before he sat down beneath a tree taking out his phone.
He still had a connection on his phone, so he surfed through the internet looking at various pictures of wings and fanart of people with wings, along with angels and demons.
After about 10 minutes Reacher put his phone away before closing his eyes, his thoughts unknown.
Another 12 minutes slowly passed by, as he gently opened his eyes while a captivating smile appeared on his jade-like face. Standing up he slightly stretched his body before roaming around until he found a slightly opened meadow.
As Reacher stood in the open meadow, surrounded by the lush greenery of the forest, he activated his [Creation] ability, as he felt a strange sensation course through his body, before it rushed towards his shoulder blades.
It was as if something was trying to burst out from within him.
He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on creating the perfect pair of wings detailing them to his specifications. He could feel the power circulating through his body and shoulder blades, and he knew that he was about to create something truly awe-inspiring.
The forest around him seemed to come alive as if it was witnessing something truly remarkable.
After five minutes of intense concentration, a pair of beautiful black and white wings shot out from his back.
They were unlike any wings he had ever seen before - they were large, strong, and absolutely stunning. The feathers were glossy black, with white tips that sparkled in the sunlight. The wings spread out as if signifying their dominance, and Reacher felt a rush of excitement as he realized that he had accomplished something truly unimaginable.
He flexed his new wings, testing them out for the first time.
They were powerful and responsive.
Suddenly he tentatively flapped his wings, as he felt the rush of air around him and the lift of his body from the ground. And then, with a great flap of his wings, he took off into the air, soaring higher and higher, feeling the freedom and exhilaration of flying.
As Reacher soared through the dense forest, his wings beat against the air with a rhythmic and powerful force. The feathers of his wings glinted in the sunlight that filtered down through the tree canopy, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across the forest floor below. With each beat of his wings, Reacher gained height and momentum, propelling himself forward with an effortless grace that belied his youth.
The rush of wind caressed his hair and the cool breeze against his skin made him feel alive in a way that nothing else could. He felt as though they were a part of the forest, a part of the sky, and a part of something much greater than himself.
As he soared higher and higher, the world around him seemed to shrink away, leaving only the vast expanse of the forest and the limitless possibilities of the sky.
For a moment, Reacher felt truly free, unencumbered by the worries and stresses.
At that moment, he was nothing but a pair of wings, soaring through the forest in a display of pure, unadulterated freedom.
Reacher danced through the air for a couple of minutes, before reluctantly descending onto the open meadow, as slight exhaustion washed over him, as the pair of magnificent wings disappeared leaving a tattered shirt beyond recognition.
Reacher sighed as he took off the shirt before simply creating a new one, and dawning it on, as he started heading towards the city.
The trip back to the city was calm and peaceful as nothing disturbed Reacher, though he wished he could fly back to the city, it would draw way too much attention, as he hinted to the guard his Spirit Root was related to sound, although it isn't abnormal for individuals to possess more than one type of spiritual root, and his new ability, Gravity Manipulation.
Just like his sisters...
When the guards saw Reacher returning with a full backpack, they couldn't help but be shocked.
After Reacher walked past them, a guard commented, "This kid went alone with an empty backpack, and now his backpack looked like it was going to burst!"
"He's an Initiate Elementary Spirit Realm though."
"Well, he is a Reacher..."
"True, Reachers are terrifying."
They were so shocked seeing his backpack and his background they forgot he didn't have a backpack when he left.
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With his backpack full, Reacher went to the nearest trading post so he could get money, as well as a Cultivator ID - something that would make his life a lot easier going forward.
His appearance could very well be something that would attract attention if he went elsewhere.
Due to the black clothes he wore, one couldn't see the blood on his pants, but he radiated a deathly aura, as he arrived at his destination his aura wasn't the only thing that caught people's attention.
Due to his constant training to improve his combat abilities, he gained an enticing lean slightly muscular body that was a testament to his dedication and hard work. Standing at a staggering height of 6'2" (189cm), and unlike his sister, who had elegant violet hair that flowed like silk, he had snow-white hair that perfectly complimented his snow-white skin.
His signature Reacher eyes were a sight to behold, for they were a milky white with no pupil, giving him an otherworldly appearance that only added to his enigmatic aura. He always had a detached face, making him look cold and aloof, which only added to his mysterious persona.
His sharp features and chiseled jawline were a testament to his discipline and unwavering focus, for he never let his guard down, even in the most relaxed of situations.
People often found themselves drawn to him, curious about the man behind the icy exterior, but he remained an enigma, leaving them to wonder what he was truly capable of.
Despite wearing the bland black clothes he was currently, Reacher's appearance still attracted the attention of some of the people there.
People sitting in the inside 'cafateria' of the trading post sometimes glanced at him - whether it was men who were feeling uncomfortable or mostly women who were curious about this handsome young man.
It didn't take long for a young clerk to come up from the counter to serve Reacher with a smile on her face, ignoring his deathly aura.
"Mr. Reacher anything I can help you with?"
"Oh~ what gave me away?" Reacher joked, but his expression remained detached, though his voice was full of mischief.
The attendant giggled at Reacher's attempt at a joke.
"Please if I didn't know who you were, I'm afraid the military would place my head on a plater to please you." She joked back.
"Please you make me seem like some kind of villain, anyway I recently 'awakened' yesterday, and need my Cultivator ID."
"Congratulations Mr. Reacher, please follow me."
Reacher nodded as he followed the attendant.
The process was very simple; he just had to share his screen and prove that he really was a cultivator, which consisted of just showing the screen with his name.
No explanation of his spiritual roots were needed, as this was the biggest secret of every cultivator in the world.
15 minutes later he was handed a metal card similar to a debit card in the old days, with a chip inserted in it.
Inserting a bit of Qi inside it a holographic screen appeared in front of him, and others could see it as well.
[Jack Reacher]
[Age: 17]
[Cultviation: Initial Elementary Spirit Realm]
As an Initial Elementary Spirit Realm, Reacher receives discounts on hospital treatment, accredited supermarkets, and even free access to public transport within the city.
Of course, for Reacher, who had a high-ranking sister in the army, so he already had access to such privilege so it didn't matter to him.
The trading post was more like a shopping mall: some food and drink stores, weapons stores, and armor.
All sorts of things cultivators might need would be found in such a place.
Looking at the holographic panels dotted around the place, Reacher finally found the place to sell the horns he had gotten. 23 pairs of Bronze 1 Star horns, as it was sold for 200 Credits a piece, and one pair of Bronze 2 Stars horns which were 1,400 Credits netted Reacher 6,000 Credits.
He never really cared for the trading at all, as he wasn't a cultivator, and spending money even when he had so much never really suited him, but now he can simply... 'borrow' items without spending money.