Font Size
15px

Training with Taeral - I couldn't keep calling him Vandyke - fell into a routine. Archery, combat, woodcraft, theoretical lessons. Those were my mornings. Then Sariandi in the afternoon with magical theory.

Funny enough, I didn't have neither Archery nor Woodcraft.

You learned the Archery (uncommon) Skill. You are proficient in using bows and arrows in combat. Increase accuracy, rate of fire, and damage.

You learned the Woodlore [1] (uncommon) Skill. You are at ho among the trees. You know how to move, survive, forage, and hunt in forest or jungle bios. This Skill grants a small bonus to movent, combat, furtivity, and survival Skills in such environnts.

The Skill ssages now have a subtle cue regarding the thod of acquisition. "Learned" when you gained the first point of a skill through training. "Purchased" when it is a Skill from a human shop as they don't have a curated list. And finally "gained" when it cos from a race, Profession, or Class list.

The Skills ca and developed until they hit my extrely low ceiling. Taeral was unfazed. He kept training even though I showed no System-assisted improvent. My rate of improvent slowed to a crawl but I kept on training and improving at what would be a normal rate on Earth.

"Skills and the System's assistance are only half of the equation, Your Highness," Taeral would tell after a particular grueso training session. "You must know how to use all of what you know. Tell , how many Skills do you have in your Status? Give just a rough estimate."

I sighed and scrolled down the grueso list. "About two hundred, I guess. Why?"

"How many of them have you used in the last month?"

"Not a dozen," I replied idly to keep the conversation going.

"What good are the others?"

I lowered my head. That hurt. "I don't know. I just get the Skill Points and they go sowhere. One ti I left more than a hundred points to be assigned by the System to random things. I haven't even looked to find out what I got."

Taeral smiled. Her Vandyke beard made him look like a b-movie villain when he did. "And yet when you fight with claw and tooth you display enough expertise to stand toe-to-toe with foes a dozen levels above yours."

"That I do," I said without enough oomph behind it.

He leaned forward and grabbed my chin. "Acknowledge yourself that you are better than a novice nine level of proficiency in those two Skills. Tell your heart that this statent is pure truth."

I had a hunch as to where he wanted to get to. I closed my eyes. Then I shouted with my soul's full power.

Reassessing your Skils... Evaluation completed.

You reached Master 75 on the Skill:

Bite (common): You are proficient in using your teeth to kill your enemies.

You gained the Bite Mastery (rare) perk. Your bite attacks deal double the damage and ignore half the target's defenses.

You reached master 55 on the Skill:

Claws (common): Increase accuracy and damage when attacking with natural claws.

You gained the Claw Mastery (rare) perk. Your claw attacks ignore half the target's defenses. Bleeding wounds caused by your claws bleed for 50% more damage and last 100% longer.

You are reading In Loki's Honor Life 8 - Chapter 3 - Now playing: Montage, by DVDA on novel69. Use the chapter navigation above or below to continue reading the latest translated chapters.
Share with your friends
Library saves books to your account. Reading History saves recent chapters in this browser.
Continuous reading

You may also like

Katalepsis cover
Similar genre

Katalepsis

Hungry ·Psychological

ForHeatherMorell,nightmaresandhallucinationslurkaroundeverycorner,relicsofschizophreniaandchildhoodbereavement.UntilshemeetsRaineandEvelyn,thatis—s...

No reviews yet. Be the first reader to leave one.
Please create an account or sign in to post a comment.