Chapter 6

Lennok was struck by the woman's beauty, even as her face was shaded by the setting sun.

Noticing Lennok's gaze, the woman quickly regretted her previous words.

"Huh... I apologize. What am I blabbering about with a stranger?"

She gestured while elegantly brushing her blonde hair.

"It's already past closing time. I kindly request that you leave so that I can organize the books."

Just as the woman was about to turn away, Lennok found himself speaking up. "Is that from your experience?" he asked, his words laced with genuine curiosity.

The woman remained silent for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.

"If you're a student, it's too early to give up," Lennok continued. "Why not start with what you can do and work from there?"

The woman looked at him, dumbfounded, as if she hadn't expected to receive advice from him. But that was all Lennok could offer her.

Despite his own natural talent for magic, Lennok knew that hard work and perseverance were just as important.

He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to give this particular woman advice, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to hear it.

Lennok didn't know what kind of uncertainties the woman faced at university, but he wished her a bright future nonetheless. As he began to descend the stairs, she suddenly called out to him.

"Hey!"

As Lennok turned around, the woman surprised him by pulling something out of her blouse pocket and throwing it his way.

It landed in his hand with a crisp sound – a luxurious business card with the name written in gold.

Stunned, the woman stared at him for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "You seem to have mistaken me for a student, but you are completely wrong," she said, her tone tinged with frustration.

Lennok replied with a hesitant "yes?"

"Based on your behavior and words, you seem like a fool. I doubt you'd take my advice to heart," she continued, holding her head in apparent pain before eventually shaking it off.

"But that's okay. If you come back later, I'll show you a little magic. For now, it's best to part ways," she concluded.

“.....”

Lennok stared at the woman, wondering if she was insane as she talked and answered herself. It wasn't until he left the library and examined the business card that he finally understood the meaning behind her words.

[Aris Richellen.]

[ Chair Professor, Department of Elemental Magic, Rabatenon University.]

"...She's a professor?" he thought to himself.

Despite her youthful appearance and the way she spoke, she held a high position at the university. Lennok couldn't understand why someone of her status would be organizing books in the library.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought. If everything went according to his plan, he would never have to see her again. He didn't need to keep dwelling on someone he had only met by chance.Cheêck out latest novels on novel/bin(.)com

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Lennok had just turned onto the street leading to his hotel when he was stopped by a young man in a police uniform.

Even if someone tracked him with a certain scent, it wouldn't work if he had the ability to resist targeting magic.

Lennok had recorded all of those trivial abilities until the end when he set up the talents in this body.

If the stats he had directly applied were embodied here, Lennok's body would have an absolute resistance ability, making it difficult to track or curse him.

While it would be challenging to resist a wizard with a higher level than him, it would still be helpful for hiding or escaping.

With caution in mind, Lennok checked out of the hotel and moved to another one far away from the area. He didn't want to leave any trace behind, and being careful was always better than being sorry.

‘The lodging fee was also too expensive.'

Lennok quickly grasped the cost of living in Vulcan.

He found the 100,000 cells per night hotel he stayed at unsatisfactory and opted for a smaller room with a smaller bathroom in a new hotel that cost almost half the price.

This would help him conserve his savings. Once he settled in, Lennok grabbed a notepad and pen and started organizing his goals and tasks.

‘The most important goal is to survive.'

He had been in this unknown world for a week already, and he needed to secure his time and space before moving on to the next task of figuring out why he was brought here.

But before he could do that, he had to strengthen his weak body.

‘The method needed to restore the body... What immediately comes to mind is the unique magic related to time. Otherwise, it's just an elixir or medicine.'

He had previously researched time series magic in the library, but he now leaned more towards seeking out an elixir or medicine.

In the world of wizards, unique magic was the most prized possession, kept secret and coveted by those who possessed it. Unless one was a priest, it was rare even to get a chance to encounter it.

But when it came to elixirs and medicines that restored physical strength, things were different. While panacea-like potions were extremely rare and expensive, those with lesser efficacy were more easily obtainable.

For Lennok, it was enough to find an elixir that could at least alleviate the penalties of his weak body and increase his lifespan.

He knew that such elixirs must exist in this world, just as they did in the game.

"I need to find a way to make money," Lennok concluded.

He needed a lot of money, and he needed it fast. As the realization set in, he felt a tingle in his head and impulsively reached for the cigarette.

After lighting the fire and inhaling the smoke, he felt a rush of energy and vitality course through his body. It was then that he accepted the reality that he would have to depend on these things in the long run to make money.

To heal his body, he would have to work it, but to work it, he needed to earn money.

It was an unavoidable contradiction, but for Lennok, who had nothing, it was a natural path that he had to take, even if it meant creating opportunities for himself.

Thankfully, Lennok had a very special talent that set him apart from most people. It was no surprise, really, as it was the only thing he had to believe in from the beginning.

As he pondered about the future, he knew that the long-term goal had been set, but the process of reaching it was entirely up to him.

Deciding to make money was just the first step, but he also needed to carefully plan and prepare for the journey ahead, using every means available to him, including magic.

For Lennok, it was not just an option but a necessity.

It was much later, long after the cigarette smoke had dissipated, that the lights in the room finally went out.