After Solenne’s departure, Thoren walked toward the window and stared at the bustling street below.
The joyful laughter of both humans and Mantis Beastn echoed throughout the distance. The cheerful atmosphere felt surprisingly contagious and comforting.
Under such a lively atmosphere, the grim mories of battle seed to fade gradually. Slowly, the town was recovering its previous vitality and spirit.
His eyes shifted toward several Mantis children running through the streets. Their faces were filled with happiness, excitent, and youthful energy.
Shaking his head lightly, he averted his gaze and walked toward the edge of the bed. He had been ignoring the blinking notifications at the corner of his vision, and now he finally intended to check them properly.
Even without reading the notifications, he could already sense the earthshaking changes within both himself and his undead servants.
[Experience Gained 200,000]
[Summoned Entities: Experience Gained 100,000]
[Level: 10 (216,130/32,000)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attribute Points 5]
[Level: 11 (184,130/40,000)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attribute Points 5]
[Level: 12 (144,130/49,000)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attribute Points 5]
[Level: 13 (96,130/61,000)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attribute Points 5]
[Level: 14 (34,130/75,000)]
Looking at the series of level up notifications, Thoren was not surprised. He had already expected such growth after participating in a battle of that scale.
If his experience points had not been halved by the Abyss, the gains would have been far greater than what he was currently seeing.
Still, he had no intention of complaining.
"Not bad. I gained four levels." A faint smile slowly appeared on his face.
However, the notifications were far from finished.
There were still countless updates regarding his undead servants.
[Undead Servants]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[...]
The endless stream of level up notifications continued for quite so ti. He barely paid attention to the majority of them.
Instead, he focused only on the most important information.
His elite vanguard squad naturally received the greatest amount of attention.
The undead Storm Tyrant advanced to Level 30 alongside the undead Royalty Stonewall. anwhile, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman advanced to Level 31.
As for the remaining elite undead squad mbers, they all advanced to levels ranging between 26 and 28, making the entire group significantly more formidable.
The rest of his undead servants also gained one or two levels each.
Too lazy to inspect every single notification, he closed the interface and focused his attention on his personal attributes.
More specifically, his gaze settled on the unassigned attribute points.
[Unassigned Attribute Points: 25]
"Now I can finally distribute them." He whispered quietly.
Without hesitation, he assigned twenty points to Agility and five points to Strength.
[Agility: 34 ( 20) → 54]
[Strength: 50 ( 5) → 55]
Instantly, a warm current flowed throughout his entire body.
Every trace of lingering fatigue seed to disappear completely.
More importantly, he could feel a noticeable qualitative improvent throughout his physique.
His muscles beca firr and denser, brimming with explosive power.
Unlike his previous self, who relied almost entirely upon his undead servants, he now possessed considerable personal combat strength.
Even with trendous power flowing beneath his flesh, his body felt lighter than ever before.
For a brief mont, he felt as though he could leap directly through the window and soar into the sky.
"This is incredible," he muttered while grinning slightly.
He rose from the bed and stretched his body thoroughly.
Afterward, he threw several experintal punches into the air.
Although he was not a dedicated martial fighter, each punch still generated a powerful explosive sound.
The air trembled visibly with every movent.
"Without relying upon my undead servants, I should be capable of defeating almost anyone on the First Floor using my fists alone," he thought confidently.
After recovering from his excitent, he noticed a thin layer of black soot covering portions of his skin.
Fortunately, he was already familiar with such changes.
The substance represented impurities being expelled from his body due to his increased strength.
"A cold bath should solve this problem." He nodded to himself.
Without wasting any ti, he headed directly toward the bathroom.
*****
The next three days passed peacefully throughout Mantis Town. Renovation efforts continued throughout every street.
The battle against the beast tide had unexpectedly strengthened the relationship between humans and Mantis Beastn.
The town walls had been repaired and reinforced. Most of the important buildings destroyed during the battle had also been restored.
The scars left behind by the conflict were slowly disappearing.
Day by day, the town regained its forr vitality.
Walking through the streets with both hands inside his pockets, Thoren observed everything calmly.
Humans and Mantis Beastn respectfully stepped aside whenever he approached.
Their expressions contained admiration, gratitude, and respect.
Several Mantis children stood nearby whispering excitedly among themselves whenever they saw him.
Although he appeared relaxed while walking through the central district, his thoughts remained focused elsewhere.
His trial remained unfinished.
No matter how comfortable his current circumstances beca, he could not delay his trial indefinitely.
He needed to find a thod of entering Scorpion Town.
That objective remained his highest priority.
"Since I cannot find a better approach, I will simply fight my way into the town." He shrugged inwardly.
Most people feared the Scorpion Beastn.
He did not.
At worst, he would lose several undead servants.To him, such losses ant very little.
The undead could always be replaced. However, his enemies were not limited to the Scorpion Beastn alone.
The Slave Trade Guild remained a significant threat.
"I also need to remain vigilant regarding the Slave Trade Guild." He frowned thoughtfully.
The guild’s influence extended throughout the Bleeding Desert. Even powerful guilds preferred avoiding direct conflict with them whenever possible.
Unfortunately, avoiding conflict was no longer an option for him. Their hatred toward each other had already reached the point of no return.
Either the Slave Trade Guild would eventually destroy him, or he would destroy them first. There would be no peaceful resolution between both sides.
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