A Background Character’s Path to Power Chapter 83 83: And the Beaten Learned to Strike Back

I strode through the garden's arched exit, gravel crunching underfoot. Behind , the waterfall's roar faded into the hum of campus life—chattering students, rustling leaves, the distant clang of training swords.

I hope he understood.

The thought slipped out before I could stop it. Aeron wasn't stupid—just tragically stubborn. But that flicker of warmth in his eyes at the end... Maybe, just maybe—

Ding.

A chi like silver bells echoed in my skull.

Oh, it's about ti, huh.

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[Scenario Completed: "The Hero's Hollow Heart"]

"Guilt is a silent blade, sharpened on the whetstone of good intentions. You found the hands clenched around its hilt - not in malice, but in misguided protection. Where others saw only a warrior's stubborn pride, you recognized the fear of a boy who loved too deeply to risk love again."

▸ Achievents:

- Allowed the cursed to spill his anguish without judgnt, transforming silence into shared burden.

- Forced confrontation with self-destructive patterns through relentless yet precise verbal strikes.

- Used biting humor to dismantle emotional barricades, leaving no room for retreat into solitude.

- Presented not just hope, but an actionable map from darkness - training, research, and most crucially, reconnection.

Rewards:

- [Sword: "Echo of Remorse"] A blade that vibrates when its wielder's resolve wavers, humming with the mory of their turning point.

- Favorability▸Aeron ↑↑, Emilia ↑, Livia ↑

"They will rember who returned the light to eyes grown dull with isolation."

Unexpected Effect:

The storyline's trajectory has been slightly altered. Where there was only the certainty of further self-destruction, now glimrs the fragile possibility of a different ending - one where love is not a liability, but the whetstone upon which true strength is forged.

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"..."

Damn. Was Aeron's story ant to be tragic, not a romcom?

That was the only way to explain the content of the unexpected effect.

Or, perhaps, Aeron might have lived with the curse, but no love....

I hope I did the right thing...

But I really hope that he does have a happy life...

The boy has suffered enough.

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[Title Earned: Heartstring Tugger]

You walk the razor's edge between cruelty and compassion, wielding truth as both scalpel and suture. Where others see brokenness, you find the precise pressure points to nd - or unravel - a soul's deepest wounds.

"The strongest chains are not iron, but untold stories."

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Oh, the empty titles are back now, huh?

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[Achievent Unlocked: Reverse Psychology Works?!]

You've demonstrated that sotis the straightest path to healing is a mirror maze of contradictions. By weaponizing expectation against despair, you've proven that even the most armored heart retains its keyholes.

"Not all locks require force - so need only the right twist of words."

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Are there so kind of requirents for them to have effects or sothing? Or are they just random?

Sure, getting praised and acknowledged is nice, but if they have actual effects, it's always better, you know.

Hey, system, I'm asking you.

...

Ding!

Are you gonna finally ans-

Should have known...

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[Hidden Objective Completed: Hero's Light]

You did not rely pull the drowning man to shore - you taught him to recognize the weight dragging him under. In guiding Aeron to confront his curse without surrendering to it, you've forged a path where self-preservation and connection walk hand-in-hand.

"The strongest bridges are built when we first acknowledge the chasm."

Reward Granted: [Lantern's Glim Lv2]

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Hm...

I was already settled on a nearby bench, flipping open a book as a cover while the system ssages scrolled through my vision.

I see, I mused inwardly, scanning the latest prompt. But why is it already Lv2? Feeling generous today, System?

As if in response, a translucent window materialized before my eyes:

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[Lantern's Glim - Lv2 (Active)]

"The darkest chains often glint when held to the light."

Effects:

▸ Reveals emotional burdens as visible stains on targets

▸ Identifies trauma types

Duration: 1 minute

Cooldown: 8 hours

Range: Line of sight/light

Restrictions:

∟ Cannot discern specific mories

∟ Overuse causes temporary visual echoes

∟ Ineffective against C Tier and above ntal defenses

Upgrade Conditions:

✔ Witness 3 emotional breakthroughs (1/3)

✔ Prevent a ntal collapse using this skill (1/1)

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My fingers tightened around the book's spine.

So it leveled up during Aeron's breakdown...

The "prevent ntal collapse" condition was also already checked—likely the mont I'd stopped him from spiraling further.

A useful skill, no doubt. But a thought slithered through my satisfaction:

Am I destined to beco so kind of emotional punching bag/healer now?

The System remained silent, but the answer seed obvious. With people like Aeron Cassandra, Zephyr, and who knows how many other walking disasters in this world...

Yeah. I'm gonna need this.

I snapped the book shut with finality. The skill's description lingered in my mind, particularly the upgrade conditions. Two more emotional breakthroughs?

Guess I'd better stock up on tissues and patience.

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Guess I also need to stock up on ointnt and bandage too...

The familiar, stomach-churning sensation of spatial displacent hit as Virion's portal spat out onto the training grounds.

My boots skidded against the polished stone, the weight of the new weapon at my hip a strange but welco presence.

Almost imdiately, four pairs of beady eyes locked onto .

Mike, twirling his nunchaku, was the first to break the silence. "Oi, oi, what's this?" He jabbed a finger at the sword. "Didn't we spend the last three days beating dagger techniques into that thick skull of yours?"

Leon's katana glinted as he tilted his head, unimpressed. "Pathetic. Can't even commit to one weapon."

I grinned, rolling my shoulders. "I'll keep learning daggers. But today, I'm using this." My fingers brushed the hilt of Echo of Remorse, its weight humming faintly against my palm.

Since it gets stronger with my resolve, I won't get beaten that badly, right?

A dry chuckle slithered through the air. Virion, coiled lazily around a training post, flicked his tail. "Jie jie~ What's the difference? A weapon's a weapon. Let's start the show already."

Ralph cracked his knuckles, grinning. "Yeah, what's it matter? You don't know how to use any of them!"

The four of them lunged.

Ok, let's do it, .

Observant Eye flared to life, sharpening the world into a grid of trajectories.

The slight twitch in Leon's shoulder before his katana strike. The microsecond delay in Dono's staff swing. The rhythm of Mike's nunchaku spins, predictable after three days of eating dirt to them.

I sidestepped Leon's slash, pivoted under Dono's staff, and Echo of Remorse t Ralph's sai with a resonant clang.

The blade vibrated, a pulse of warmth flooding my grip—not just a weapon, but a mirror to my will. So I amplified it.

I won't break.

Mike's nunchaku ca whirling toward my ribs. I twisted, letting the chain whip past, and countered with a downward slash. He yelped, hopping back. "Hey! Since when could you—?!"

Leon's eyes narrowed. "Hmph. Sloppy form, but…" His katana blurred, a silver streak aid at my throat. I barely parried, the impact rattling my bones, but I held my ground.

"His learning speed's annoying," Leon muttered, though there was a grudging respect in his tone.

Virion's laughter echoed like wind chis made of knives. "Jie jie~ Not bad, boy! But let's see how long that lasts!"

The turtles shifted.

No more playful teases, this was going to be a coordinated assault.

Swoosh-!

Leon's katana beca a storm of precision, Dono's staff a relentless trono, Mike's nunchaku a chaotic whirl, and Ralph—

Ralph was a battering ram with a sai in each hand.

I weaved, blocked, countered, Echo of Life thrumming beneath my skin, mapping their movents like ripples in a pond. For the first ti, I wasn't just surviving—I was fighting back.

A feint from Leon. A dip of Dono's shoulder. I ducked, swiping at Mike's ankles—

THWACK!

Ralph's foot collided with my spine, sending face-first into the dirt.

"Guh—!"

The turtles lood over , weapons poised. Mike grinned. "Still ended up on the ground, huh?"

Leon sheathed his katana with a click. "...But you lasted two minutes this ti. That's sothing."

Virion's tail flicked, the training grounds resetting. "Jie jie~ Progress! Now, do it again."

I spat out a mouthful of dust, groaning.

…Still getting beaten. But not as badly.

And for the first ti, as I pushed myself up, the turtles' smirks held sothing new—

The faintest glint of anticipation.

And I, too, had the sa emotions.