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[Translator - Peptobismal]
[Proofreader - Max]
Chapter 8
[Passive skill Healing Factor activated.]
[Passive skill Infinite Stamina activated.]
A warm energy spread through Zeke's body.
"Huh? My body suddenly feels refreshed?"
The fatigue suddenly disappeared.
It was the same refreshing feeling he used to feel whenever he used Healing when he was exhausted.
Zeke moved his body around.
"What is this?"
Zeke checked the skill information, which had changed from active skills to passive skills.
—Passive Skill Description—
Healing Factor: Automatically heals the body's wounds. (Always active)
Unyielding Mental Defense: Defends against all status abnormalities caused by external factors and keeps the mind calm. (Always active)
Infinite Stamina: Infinite stamina allows for immediate recovery from fatigue. (Always active)
Combat Senses: Danger perception is maximized, and cognitive speed increases during combat. (Always active)
Zeke's jaw dropped after reading the skill descriptions.
"Oh my god."
Not only were the skills stronger than when he was a Healer, but they were also always active.
Zeke especially paid attention to the Healing Factor.
"Automatically heals the body? Doesn't this mean infinite healing?"
He had tried to achieve a similar effect with Healing in his past life, but he had failed.
This was because there was a significant cooldown time between uses of Healing, and it was difficult to completely heal all wounds with Healing alone.
Zeke decided to test Healing Factor.
He took out the dagger he had put in his pocket.
"Whew."
Zeke gripped the sharpened dagger and slashed his palm.
Slash!
Red blood flowed from his palm.
Zeke tilted his head, looking at the dripping blood.
"Huh? What's this? Does the skill not activate if I inflict the wound myself?"
Zeke wondered and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding.
Then he suddenly noticed something strange.
"Huh?"
There was no wound where the blood was flowing.
It was so clean that he couldn't even tell he had been cut.
[Skill Healing Factor activated.]
The system notification couldn't keep up with the speed of the wound healing.
Zeke decided to make a bigger wound.
He slashed his forearm with the dagger.
His skin split open.
But at the same time it split, the wound closed and returned to its original state.
"Crazy... what kind of cheat ability is this?"
Zeke, who had lived a rough life in his past life, fighting with swords, could fully appreciate how overpowered his ability was.
He finally understood the meaning of his class name.
"Immortal."
It was the perfect class name for his abilities.
Zeke stood up.
He picked up the claymore leaning against the wall and muttered,
"With this level of ability, I can move my plans forward by about three years."
Zeke's eyes gleamed.
It was possible to graduate from the academy after five years if you passed the exam.
However, those with exceptional abilities could apply for early graduation.
Zeke swung his claymore and smiled.
"That academy? I'll graduate within two years."
* * *
Unlike the Cradle, which was located within the Dragon's Nest, the academy was located in the heart of the capital of the Duchy of Troy.
The Duchy of Troy, famous for the legend of the Dragon slayers, was located in the western part of the continent and was the territory of the Draker Clan.
The Draker Clan's academy, founded by the family's founder, Terakan Draker, was the continent's best knight school, boasting a long tradition.
Therefore, not everyone could enter the Draker Academy.
Only those who received a special letter of recommendation from the Draker Clan, their retainers, or those related to the family could enroll.
And since it was a place where the children of influential people across the continent wanted to enter even if it meant paying a fortune, the capital of the Duchy of Troy, although small in size, was as bustling as the capital of the Empire.
The entire floor was Zeke's space, so it seemed to be several hundred square meters.
The head servant opened the door, revealing a room no different from a luxury hotel suite.
"Huh..."
It was a glimpse of the power of the Draker Clan, who spared no expense in investing in talented individuals.
"If you need anything, please ring the bell anytime, Master Zeke."
Zeke asked the head servant, who was about to leave,
"Where's Decker?"
"Decker has gone to the academy administration office to process your enrollment, Master Zeke."
"Tell him to come see me when he returns."
"Yes, sir."
As the head servant left, Zeke slowly looked around the room, which was as spacious as a training ground.
'I could actually train here.'
He muttered to himself and then walked to one side of the room and opened a luxurious wardrobe made of walnut. Inside, there were a dozen uniforms that fit him perfectly.
Zeke clicked his tongue.
'Are they rolling in money? The more I see, the more I realize this family is crazy.'
Before Zeke could finish looking around the room, Decker returned with a small box bearing the Dragon Slayer Emblem.
Zeke immediately realized what it was.
"Are those the gloves?"
"Yes, sir. Please open it."
Zeke opened the lid of the box Decker was holding.
A pair of black gloves with the Draker Clan crest was inside.
"Gloves made of dragon leather."
To block Mana Interference, alchemically treated dragon leather was required.
As a Dragon Slayer family, the Draker Clan had the largest collection of dragon-related items on the continent.
He took off the temporary gloves and put on the new ones.
The gloves, which seemed small, surprisingly fit his hands perfectly as if they were a second skin.
Zeke clenched and unfurled his gloved hands, checking the fit.
"They're light? And incredibly soft. It feels like I'm not even wearing gloves."
Unlike the heavy and uncomfortable temporary gloves, the official gloves were extremely comfortable.
Decker closed the box and placed it aside, saying,
"Now that you are a pure-blooded awakened, you must wear them at all times."
Although Zeke's Magic Repellent trait had been enhanced into the Magic Reflection skill, removing the constant activation effect, the gloves of a pure-blooded awakened still had many benefits.
Decker asked Zeke,
"By the way, why were you looking for me?"
Zeke picked up the claymore leaning against the wall with his gloved hand.
"This. I need a new one made."
He could continue using the claymore he brought from the Cradle, but it had its limitations as a training weapon.
The Duchy of Troy had an abundance of high-quality iron and skilled artisans, so most academy students had their first weapons made here.
Decker nodded.
"Understood. Then I will search for a suitable artisan."
Zeke shook his head.
"No, I've already found one."
He took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Decker.
"Find this person and make an appointment. I'll go in person."
Decker tilted his head at the note Zeke handed him.
"Is he a famous artisan worthy of you going in person, young master? I don't think I've ever seen that name before."
"He's not famous now. The reason I'm going in person is... well, it's hard to explain. Just make the appointment first."
Although Decker seemed to find it strange, he nodded.
"Understood. I'll let you know as soon as the appointment is made. Also, classes start tomorrow. I've placed the materials for new students on the desk, so please be sure to familiarize yourself with them."
Zeke clicked his tongue as he looked at Decker.
"Always nagging. Alright, I'll train after dinner, so book the training ground for me."
Decker adjusted his monocle and said,
"Have you forgotten where you are, young master?"
"Huh? This is the Platinum Floor... Ah, that's right. They said there's a private training room here too."
Zeke nodded with satisfaction.
'With a private training room... I can practice the Dragon Skills more freely.'
It was then.
At the sudden knock, Decker went to check and saw the head servant entering the room.
"Master Zeke. There's a message from another Floor Master."
"A message? From whom?"
The head servant handed Zeke a note and said,
"It's a message from Miss Reina Draker, the master of the 6th floor."
[Translator - Peptobismal]
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