Chapter 190: Fireplace Is Initially Sizzling (2)

She may need had some quirky traits, like being delinquent, however Seira was an distinctive trainer of magic, far surpassing anybody else.

It would upset Demodras, who would at present be hibernating behind Daybreak Citadel, however in contrast to a mana pump (i.e., heartless dragon), there was a transparent distinction in functionality between Demodras and Seira in educating magic.

For instance,

Demodras didn’t show magic himself, however Seira not solely demonstrated it, she additionally adjusted the formulation to swimsuit Shiron’s scenario.

“Is that this actually okay?”

“After all, it’s. Mana is overflowing. If there’s an issue, simply use a protecting aura.”

“Actually?”

“Positive, I would smash my physique by growing the output this a lot, however you might have excessive self-healing skills, proper? If one thing breaks, it’ll repair itself.”

Though it felt unsure in his thoughts, Seira’s recommendation was indescribably apt.

Certainly, the quickest technique to change into stronger was to push ahead, no matter whether or not it tore his flesh or shattered his bones.

Kuwoong-

Beneath the coaching floor, in a deep place, an immense influence poured into an area that initially didn’t exist. Even the bedrock, pushed up from deep underground, couldn’t stand up to the shock. 1000’s of web-like cracks shaped, however the cavity by no means collapsed.

Hwaaak-

Within the dusty cloud, bursts of mana mild erupted. The move of mana carved formulation into the air. Shiron’s proper hand, pressed in opposition to the bottom, repaired and strengthened the crumbling rock wall.

His fist additionally cracked. The Prient physique, often impervious to vital impacts, was problematic because of the explosive pressure (Explosive Coronary heart) Shiron had simply thrust into it.

An assault that may naturally burst his enhanced flesh.

Seira’s specifically constructed magic was so ruthlessly environment friendly that it was unclear whether or not it was for Shiron’s profit or if it was supposed to hasten his demise.

“Rattling robust.”

Shiron sweated profusely from the excruciating ache. He needed to shortly make use of divine energy to heal his fractured bones, however he needed to endure the ache whereas utilizing reinforcement magic to stop the cavity from collapsing.

Ultimately, the mud settled, and the cracks on the wall disappeared. Shiron wiped the sweat away and encased his hand with a holy aura.

[This is too barbaric a method for training.]

The ethereal voice of Latera echoed in his head. She continued to oppose this tough coaching, fearing that Shiron would possibly completely injure himself.

[Why not just shoot fireballs from a distance? That way, you wouldn’t damage your hands and could perform more techniques…]

“It’s okay. I haven’t damaged something but. And I all the time heal it with divine energy, so that you don’t want to fret an excessive amount of.”

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Regardless of Latera’s issues, Shiron clenched his fist once more. Kuduk- With a gathering of power, mana from his coronary heart imbued his fist. He didn’t cease there. If he allowed the mana to stagnate right here, it might change into an internal energy approach, however Shiron supposed to make use of it for magic.

The engraved formulation had been of fireplace and explosion… The mana, imbued with will, inscribed phenomena into the clenched fist, as if writing characters.

Now, he was able to thrust his fist ahead. Nonetheless, he couldn’t merely throw a punch. Merely punching would unleash fearsome energy from [Explosive Heart], however Shiron’s intent was extra centered on coaching than on utilizing [Explosive Heart] appropriately.

A whole lot of hundreds of punches thrown.

He was slower than others. Due to this fact, he might solely make up the distinction with effort and repeated observe. If it was too late to begin, then he simply wanted to do extra and check out more durable.

“…Possibly?”

Latera averted her gaze underneath Shiron’s intense look.

“Who is aware of, perhaps if I get promoted to archangel?”

“…You’re teasing.”

“Don’t be too disenchanted! Hero, you actually don’t have many demerit factors left. Only a bit extra good deeds and also you’ll hit zero factors!”

Latera frantically waved her arms as she spoke.

In the course of the days he practiced Explosive Coronary heart, Shiron wasn’t simply coaching; he was additionally busy elevating his repute at any time when he had the possibility.

The result was much less satisfying than throughout his expeditions, however because it additionally served to clear his money owed, Shiron noticed no concern with it.

“I’ll take solely half of the cash.”

“Thanks! Thanks!!”

He had even returned stakes a number of instances after wiping out his opponents’ wallets.

“You idiot, who informed you to wager your limbs on playing? Come right here, I’ll connect them for you.”

He carried out good deeds, like reattaching limbs severed by a guillotine with overwhelming divine energy, with out being requested.

With limbs thought severed reattached and half of the misplaced fortunes returned, the gamblers’ emotions for Shiron went past easy closure.

Adoration that surpassed gratitude.

To the gamblers, Shiron appeared as one thing larger than the gods they believed in.

After all, Shiron did use methods, like hiding and revealing playing cards inside his physique, and the ethereal Latera did tilt the cube within the cup in his favor! However since everybody was proud of the result, there was no larger heroic feat than this.

Nonetheless, elevating his repute was a big concern for Shiron.

“To this point, no apostles have appeared.”

In “Reincarnation of the Sword Saint,” the upper your repute, the extra seemingly you had been to come across “Apostles” whereas transferring throughout fields.

These encounters assorted, like a hooded vagrant in an alley who turned out to harbor the seed of an apostle, or exploring a labyrinth that collapses right into a hidden heretic’s altar gathering power for an apostle’s descent.

Thus, Shiron stayed inside the mansion grounds, dedicating himself to coaching. Encountering an apostle in the course of the empire was a scenario to be averted if potential. Excluding Jaganata, 5 apostles remained, so after maxing out his repute, Shiron deliberate his subsequent transfer.

That was till an surprising customer arrived on the mansion.

“It’s been some time, Brother Shiron.”

“No, is that not Cardinal Deviale? What brings you right here…”

Shiron couldn’t disguise his confusion as Cardinal Deviale leaned in and whispered.

“It appears it’s time for you, the hero, to exert your power.”

“…What?”

‘What’s he speaking about?’

Shiron had no clue what Deviale was referring to.