Repeatable quests could be completed daily.
Contrary to its unchanging reward, the required training was increasing day by day.
From 100 tis to 200 tis, 300 tis, 400 tis
It was easier said than done since only the correct movents were counted.
To complete the quests, I would sotis need to punch or kick nearly twice as much.
Compared to the growth in strength, because of the ever-increasing amount of training I needed to complete, there would be days where I couldnt even walk properly.
If I sat down, I wanted to lie down.
And if I lay down, I fell asleep like a dead man.
But I couldnt skip doing it.
Why?
Punch: 0/1200
Kick: 0/1200
Spin Kick: 0/1200
If it went to the next day without the quest fully completed, all my progress was reset back to zero.
As usual, the strength reward didnt increase anyways.
Itd an I wasted an entire day.
After finding out about this, I didnt miss a single day.
Maybe it was a good thing that the Quest requirents didnt go above 3000 tis each?
And so, a month passed.
Hooo. Should I finish up my morning exercise with this?
As soon as I woke up, I went to the outdoor training area and did the kicks.
I did my punching quest when I found ti during als or while washing myself.
When Id completed my daily punishnt by doing volunteer work at the academy, I went straight to the outdoor training area again and focused only on completing my quest, not returning unless I finished it.
Thanks to this,
Obtained Skill: Body Arts
Body Arts *
Passive
Increases the abilities of the body.
Depending on ones training, stronger and more elaborate movents will be possible.
I even got a Skill called Body Arts.
Diligence and consistency.
The virtues that were essential to becoming stronger.
Due to this, I had gotten used to using my body and could now kick 300 tis in a row without breaking a sweat.
My level for Body Arts had also increased.
My form steadily beca correct and more stable, so I didnt miss as much as before.
My body was giving an enjoyable(?) scream every day.
Hasnt Ruin been a bit odd as of late?
Yea, the guy who used to not even blink is now sleeping in class.
Its more than that. Havent you seen him kicking at the training area? He practically lives there now, just practising his kicking.
Yeah, whatever. Damn For that forr Magic Genius to be in that state. Tsk tsk.
I knew very well what they said about at the academy.
But I chose to ignore it.
I had no wish to try and explain my new powers or to flaunt them.
Of course, there was no reason to hide them, but I wanted to beco sufficiently strong first.
Ruin. Youre back again.
Yes. Hello.
After completing my Quest, I usually spent the rest of my ti at the library.
I ca here frequently before, trying to find out more about my Evocation Inability Disorder by going into the dical section and such, but it was different now.
Has the book co in?
Yes. Here, I kept it for you.
Thank you.
Ancient books containing the oldest records from the past of the continent of Frelia.
There was just one thing I looked for in these history books.
Draka just who is he?
It was for any information on the magician Draka.
For the past month, as I constantly alternated between completing the quest and going to the library, I chased after any clues about Draka.
However,
Its not here either.
There were no records of the magician Draka in any of the history books.
That wasnt all.
Destroyer of Worlds
Player
Status Window
Quest
There was not even a clue to any of these either.
But I couldnt give up.
Hoping for sothing different, I visited the history professors office.
Hm? Who was it?
Draka. The Magician Draka.
Hmm This is the first ti Ive heard of that na.
damn. Really?
Instead, how about I recomnd so books that might help. Go to the library and look for and . If you read through those-
Ive already read them.
What?
Ive already read all the books in the library.
Oh uh. Is that so?
Thank you for your ti, professor.
Hmm. Sorry I couldnt be of help.
There were none.
There was nothing that helped anywhere.
Enough to make think that maybe he didnt exist at all.
If a magician who had Evocation Disorder like really did exist, I wouldve known about him beforehand.
But the records showed of no such person.
Since it was a curse only I was born with.
If that was true, who really was Draka?
Status.
Ruin Ardell
Incarnation of Draka, Destroyer of Worlds
Strength: 470
Agility: 100
Wisdom: 1550
Who was the one that gave this power?
I had to pause my worries for now.
Ruin!
Jason! Shush!
Ah. Sorry.
The one who loudly called out my na, my roommate Jason.
After being told off by the librarian, he called out to a bit more quietly.
Ruin! Co out for a bit!
What? Did sothing happen?
I closed my book and stepped outside.
Jason looked like he was really excited about sothing.
Did you hear?
About what?
Guess you didnt, since you wouldnt be leisurely reading your books if you did.
What is it?
The head of the Ardell family ca here!
* * *
* * *
Who?
Your dad!
I thought I heard him wrong the first ti.
For my dad to be here
Theres no way.
Travelling from the territory to the academy took just over half a month by carriage.
Not only that, my father never attended any of the parent-teacher etings hosted by the academy.
Ever.
He was worried that the gathered nobles would interfere and threaten the authority of the academy.
What do you an theres no way? Look over there.
Jason pointed out the window.
Im not lying.
Jason was telling the truth.
In the academy gardens, the flag bearers of the Ardell family were on horseback, holding up the family seal with the depiction of an owl.
Unlike the parades of the average noble, it was simple, with only 2 flag bearers and the 3-4 family mbers.
And in the middle of this small group,
F-Father?
was my father.
Why was he here? was the first question that ca to , but I already knew the answer.
Looks like Jason also realised.
He looked at sheepishly.
Its because of THAT incident from before, right?
I answered him with a nod.
Thats right.
There was only one reason my father would co to the academy.
Because his one and only son had nearly died.
Ill be back in a bit.
I went straight down the stairs into the flower garden.
As I arrived in the garden, my father was talking to soone who I didnt really expect to see.
Professor Hydel?
It was Professor Hydel.
I couldnt hear them since I was too far away, but they were conversing with an expression of familiarity that said that they had known each other for a long ti.
However,
Ruin.
As soon as my father saw , he retracted that expression and stretched out his arms.
My son. Co here.
I walked up awkwardly and hugged him.
I think he was also feeling a bit awkward as he talked with an inscrutable voice.
You were just a wee 10-year-old when I sent you to the academy.
10 years old.
At the pri age where I should be behaving like a kid and relying on my father, I had to say goodbye.
For over 6 years.
For 6 years my father hadnt visited the academy.
If a noble were to enter and leave the academy as he pleased, it wouldnt be a good influence on the academy which upheld fairness.
I knew this fact better than anyone else, so I admired and respected his decision.
This is a bit awkward. Haha. For you to grow up this much.
Was it because his son, who was always so small, grew up so much?
There was a hint of regret in my fathers expression.
So, I hugged him a little tighter and smiled for him.
Have you been well, Father?
10 years old.
Like those tis I would fit snugly into his embrace.
Of course, I couldnt act like a kid.
I think my intentions were relayed to him.
He said to with a more relaxed expression,
Yes, Ive been well. How about you, Ruin, have you been
His voice faltered towards the end.
Mana Evocation Disorder.
Intentional harassnt from others.
An accident that nearly took my life.
My father knew very well, even as he was asking, that my life had not been well.
But I smiled at him as wide as I could, enough to erase the worries of my father.
Its been good. Better than ever before.
Hm?
He looked at as if it were unexpected.
He was surprised at my bright expression, the complete opposite expression to what he had expected.
Then, Professor Hydel said to ,
Ruin, Ill tell your horoom teacher, so spend so quality ti with your father.
Ah. Thank you.
Then with so weird, aningful expression, he bowed his head to my father.
Then, I hope to see you again, Head of the Ardells.
Ah. Yes.
My father responded in an awkward manner.
Were they acquaintances?
It looked like they had so personal connections, but theres no way my father would know soone in the academy.
Whatever.
In any case, as soon as Professor Hydel left, I led my father by his wrist.
Its good that you ca. I have so much to tell you.
Ok.
Lets go to the living room.
And so, I did.
That armour. Looks like it never changed.
Hm?
The leather armour my father was wearing looked the sa as it did 6 years ago.
He must have taken great care of it, as there was no damage from the years to be seen.
At my question, he tapped his armor, looking a bit bashful.
There was no reason to change.
My father, who I had not seen in 6 years, was still the sa as before.
I would not ask such a father an obvious question like, Why did you co?,
Not to a father who had travelled nonstop for half a month with all sorts of worries for his son.
He couldnt say it, but I knew he was still shaking with anxiety.
I told him this.
To not worry.
To trust his son.
That I would protect Father and the family.
And that, this was not an impossibility.
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