Returning to the room, Leon quickly realises that he can control his body in an almost godlike manner, but he knows that the reason for this is the system.
He might not obtain a perfect vessel such as this if he ever dies once again, but if one does exist nearby, he does not need to worry about dying.
"That was a great feast! We should do it every day; the only worry that we need to think about is how to earn points for us to spend in such a lavish manner," Leon states.
"Do not worry, my friend; my clan always sends a large amount of resources to us. I know that your sister does that too; we do not need to worry about such a thing." Aranold answers in a carefree manner.
He shakes his head after hearing his friend's answer: "How do we get stronger if this is the case? If we spend the points that we have obtained from our clan or family for important things, I will not hesitate to spend them, but spending most of our points on females and food is downright degrading."
Clenching his fist tightly, "Don't you think that it would be much more fun if we were the ones responsible for feeding ourselves with the points that we could earn from taking missions or requests from the academy?"
Aranold thought about it and realised that his friend's words had some sense in them. He slapped his thigh. "You know what? You are right! I should punish myself for spending most of my points on the Red Moon establishment; I should change!"
The two talk about their ambition throughout the night like teenagers who like to gossip with their friends, causing their other two teammates to grumble in their continuous rambling.
The next day, after waking up, the two immediately start training their own technique. Aranold's body once again starts releasing intense heat, which makes his progress in his training five times faster than usual.
The burning flame that is caused by this unusual ability of his is quickly doused by the natural energy that is being emitted by the yin stone.
Meanwhile, Leon's training regime is different; now that he has reached the mastery stage of his body tempering technique, he can no longer advance it unless he fills his normal genes.
He is now practicing basic swordsmanship; he knows that as long as he kills a sword slave and obtains their soul blessing, he does not need to practice such simple training, but he decided that he would at least master them before obtaining this illusive and valuable soul blessing.
After two to three hours of early training, the two went to the bathroom and took their bath. It was not a normal bath, but one that used items that could increase the physical body of those who used them.
"So you have finished bathing in your beast blood bath?" Leon asks as he sees his friend come out of the bathroom. Each one of them is capable of opening the bathroom, and it would separate each other as long as no parties agreed to share theirs.
"How were you able to absorb your treasure bath so fast!?" Shocked, Aranold was unable to stop himself from shouting.
"Have you forgotten? With my body tempered by the mastery stage rare-level body tempering technique, do you really think that it is surprising for me to absorb the energy and nutrients from my treasure bath?" he answers proudly.
"I will use your expression that you always use, F*ck You!" He raises his middle finger at that. Leon can only shake his head with a bitter smile.
It seems that he has already started to affect his friend's personality. Seeing this, the triclop glares at him. He still does not know what that gesture meant, but he knows that it was meant as an insult when it was used on him.
"We should go to the Mission Building in order to start our plan; we need to earn as much point as we can in order to eat as much as we can," he seriously says.
Now that his body is growing stronger automatically as the days pass, he needs to eat as much food as he can to replenish his body's ever-changing development.
"Okay, let us go and meet our destiny!" Aranold raises his head proudly, not knowing that his friend is looking at him like some sort of immature individual with eight-grade syndrome.
The two of them left the room, much to the triclops relief. When they arrive at a certain building that has multiple beings coming and going, they can see a large amount of people communicating.
"As expected of one of the academy's important locations, it is always busy with the undergoing quest and the rankers competing for the top spots at the mission accomplishment tablet." Aranold whistles as he sees the large number of different beings acting casually amongst each other.
Leon does not need to have someone teach him how things work, as his friend seems to know it all in this type of activity.
"I think that I would be good at massaging." Seeing that one of the missions is about giving a massage, Leon's eyes immediately light up. As long as he has contact with a different being for an extended period of time, he can obtain some of their information.
"Yeah, that would be perfect for you, considering that you are a pervert, but the number of points that can be earned in this type of mission is low. Now that you eat like you are some sort of dragon descendant, this mission will not satisfy you," Aranold carefully explains.
"What about this?" He takes one of the missions and gives it to him. Upon seeing the details regarding the mission, he cannot help but glare at his lizard-faced friend.
"What the hell!? Becoming a sparring partner for the top ten thousand rankers—are you some sort of masochist that you would choose such a mission?" He cannot help but curse his friend.