Chapter 469 Plating The Condo And XP Conversion Lesson (1)

"I'm going to be completely transparent with you; I have no idea what anything you just said means." Geralt stated with eyes half glazed over.

"It means no one can or will find out what I've done or even that I have complete control of everything pertaining to this condo." Scoffing loudly since he had apparently wasted his time explaining things in technical terms to Geralt, Cynrik started pulling out multiple sheets of thin metallic alloy.

Next, he would stack the sheets in groups of 10 before bringing out another wave until the entire den was filled to the brim with these metal sheets.

"And those are for?" Standing up, walking over, and picking up one of the sheets, Geralt tapped his knuckles on the cold, 4-meter-tall sheet producing a low-pitched *THUNK* sound before returning the sheet metal to its stack.

"Reinforcement and setting booby traps. Although they can only withstand an attack up to Tier-3, they resonate at a specific frequency that is easily heard. I plan on plastering the entire condo with them, including the windows." Cynrik stated as he used tendrils of Mana to lift ten sheets and walked toward the front door.

"Oh, since I plan on this taking me the rest of the night, can you do me a favor and teach everyone how to Convert XP to SPN-XP? After my little massacre, we have a metric fuck ton of useless average XP and no idea how to deal with it." Moving one of the metal sheets against the wall, which was a perfect fit from ceiling to floor, Cynrik looked over his shoulder and asked Geralt.

"Huh? Hold on a second; how many people did you kill? And what do you mean teach everyone? Do they have a lot of basic XP as well?" Confused by Cynrik's words and ignoring the vandalism he was about to execute on the condo, Geralt spun around and looked at Cynrik with wide eyes.

Turning back to look at the wall, Cynrik extended his left index finger and pointed at the edges of the metal sheet before shooting out a thin, high-heat jetstream of fire to weld the metal to the wall.

"You're under contract, so I may as well fill you in. So basically, Brance has a special ability that doubles not only party XP but also makes it so everyone in the party obtains the full amount of rewards upon getting a kill."

"How else do you think we all powered through all the Tiers so quickly? We don't share XP, and we get the whole batch. The only downside is to get the rewards; party members must be within a 1km radius of the kill. So while I was running around slaughtering those asshats like chickens, they were reaping free rewards." With a thought, Cynrik pulled up his Status profile to check how much XP he currently had in his pool.

: Status :

: Cynrik Ayke Jetlensr (Ivar the Boneless Ragnarsson):

: Title - Perfect Clear Expert, Mana Heart, Masochist, Perfect Evolution, Skill Creator, VSFA Core Student  :

: Demi-Human Male (75% Human, 25% Æsir):

: Age-14:

: Tier-3 :

: Supernatural Stage :

: Primary Class - Tier-3 Umbral Blade-Dancer : (+10 DEX, +10 AGI, +1 INT Distribution)

: Sub-Class - NONE :

:Former: Tier-2 Tamer : (+7 INT, +7 MIND Distribution)

:Former: Tier-1 Engineer : (+2 DEX Distribution)

: Level: 0/50 0/100: :

: SPN Stage Essence Pool(SPN-XP): 1848 :

: Unconverted Essence Pool: 124,650,000 :

: P-Class (Umbral Blade-Dancer): 0/50 - 0/100 SPN-XP :

: S-Class (None) :

: Distribution: 3(0) STR, 3(12) DEX, 3(10) AGI, 3(8) INT, 3(0) VIT, 3(7) MIND :

: Mana Codex & Veins Tier-3.5  :

: Stage 6 :

: Supreme Mana Body - Tier-3.5, 15g Resistance :

: Credits: 80,000 :

: Merit Points: 28664 :

: STATS :

: HP 212,775/212,775 :

: Mana 186,138/186,138 :

: Stamina 113,750/113,750 :

: Stat Points- 200 :

: Skill Points- 383 :

: Strength- 3158 :  (+145)

: Dexterity- 5919 :  (+445)

: Agility- 6018 :  (+544)

: Intelligence- 4528 :  (+128)

: Vitality- 3113 :  (+100)

: Mind- 4574 :  (+150)

: Will Power- 123 :

: Gem Cutting:0 , XP 10/100:

: Luck- 45 :

: PSN Resistance- 25 :

: Killing Intent- 1123 - 8.25G :

: Affinity- :

:(SAG) Tier-3.5 Umbra Manipulation (Beginner):

:(SAG) Tier-3 Lightning Manipulation (Initial):

:(AG) Tier-3.5 Fire Manipulation (Beginner):

:(AG) Tier-3 Wind Manipulation (Initial):

"Everyone, myself included, currently has 124,650,000 basic XP," Cynrik stated in a robotic tone as his left eye began twitching after spotting how out of sorts and uneven his stats had become for the first time since his mass killing of creeps.

From behind him, he could hear Geralt suck in a sharp breath and brace himself against the hallway wall.

"Do I even want to ask how much SPN-XP you racked up on that spree?" He asked in a shakey voice, still reeling from the vast amount of XP the young man had brought in.

One hundred twenty-four million Essence was by no means an easy amount of XP to obtain. Just by hearing this number, many things suddenly became clear for Geralt, as MyrkLys' insane leveling speed could be attributed to this mysterious Ability of Brance's.

Worst of all, this was only Basic XP, which meant it all needed to be converted, and with the ratio of 100,000 to 1, everyone in MyrkLys would have roughly 1246 SPN-XP by the time they had finished converting it all.

Feeling as if the ground was coming up from under his feet to swallow him whole, Geralt was astonished by the figures he came up with after some quick mental math.

"At the moment, I have 1848 SPN-XP, but that's because I got an extra kill out of range of Brance's skill; everyone else got 1620 from my three Tier-4 kills," Cynrik said as he finished up setting the first metal sheet in place and moving on to the next.

"I…I…I need to sit down…no, I need a fucking drink. Cynrik, you and your brother have been upgraded from monsters to Freaks of fucking nature." Geralt stated as he felt a trickle of cold sweat run down his back.

Then, using the wall to hold his weight, Geralt made his way back toward the living room on wobbly legs, leaving Cynrik cackling like a madman by the front door.

Slowly but surely, the pale-faced Headmaster found himself lying on his back on one of the couches staring at the ceiling at a loss for words.

"Garrison, you always have a bottle of whisky or two stored away in your inventory; give it here." Holding out his arm and looking like a man on his deathbed, Geralt addressed Garrison, who uneasily complied by tossing over a bottle of expensive top-shelf whisky to his boss.

Catching the bottle and uncorking it, Geralt poured one-fifth of the average-sized bottle down his throat before he finally felt a little better and sat up before looking around at the confused faces of his students, employees, and Saylin.

"Listen up, kids; due to that freakishly unnatural Ability of Brance's, it appears I need to teach you all a lesson about Converting XP to SPN-XP. So pay attention because once you begin the process, I won't be able to offer any more assistance…because the conversion must be done in your Sea of Consciousness, someplace I can't enter."

"Well, technically, I can enter your SOC; however, it would be like trying to shove a square-shaped block into a round-shaped, too-small hole. The force of my Mind entering your SOC would not only cause yours to crack, but it could potentially cause irreparable damage to your mind." Geralt said with a stern expression on his face.

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