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What he did just now was simply forcing his body to reach level 2 spiritual projection using the "warming up" thod, so that he could perfectly mold his spirituality to it.
That way, he could combine his own way of strengthening himself with that of a genius like Alaric, which would give him better results in a short period of ti.
Now... it's quite dangerous.
He pulled his shirt up a little and looked at his chest and abdon. He felt like they were boiling inside, and it even looked like there was blood coagulating there.
"Well, every process that strengthens quickly has its consequences. It's not like I can break that law of life," Ryan thought and drank a high-quality potion he had bought at the Alchemy Tower.
"I have to buy so of these before I leave," he thought.
After drinking it, he looked at his stats.
[Spirits: 61/100.]
He has gained few spirits since he began his training. Most of those spirits co from killing beasts and consuming items, another example of why he is not so talented.
It was not for nothing that it had taken him more than 70 years to reach the rank of demigod in his past life.
"Well, no use complaining," he thought.
There was another section of the system that was telling him so things.
[You can specialize in inanimate destiny.]
It was sothing that appeared after he woke up after that night. He could only think that one of the spirits he had obtained ca from a puppeteer, and when it was synthesized, it created this ability. It was sothing that happened, although it was unusual for it to happen at level 1.
That's why he needed to learn that. Any new specialization is welco, even though it would take more ti, but this one was totally worth it.
As he was thinking, he frowned and looked behind him when he felt soone staring at him, but when he looked at the place where the person should have been, they had disappeared.
He looked behind him when he felt soone staring at him, but when he looked at the place where the person should have been, they had disappeared.
"A fan?" he thought with a mischievous smile.
These days, his handso face was being perfected by training. In addition, thanks to eating a lot of protein, he had gained a noticeable amount of weight.
"Although I still have a ways to go," he thought.
He put away the potion bottle and took off his top because of the heat he was feeling, but he didn't leave the training ground. Instead, he started doing bodyweight exercises.
"Calisthenics, they called it, right?" He rembered life on Earth as he did push-ups.
This type of physical exercise helped his tabolism and the cells in his body work much faster, allowing him to recover from the internal injuries caused by the heat much more easily.
It also helped the clotted blood in his chest to loosen up and return to its normal flow... He had no idea if it was the effect of the potion, the training, or his spirituality. He didn't rember if the exercises had any benefit for that, but it had always helped him, even in his first life.
After several sets of chest presses, pull-ups, leg lifts, and abdominal exercises, he finally finished his short daily routine.
"Although I'd like to train more, I don't have ti. I have to go shopping, pick up Cecily, and go see the items Minister Martin will lend ," he thought.
Fortunately, he had so ti to prepare, so he wasn't worried about it.
And his good fortune was at its peak.
As he was leaving the training room, Cecily was walking nearby.
"Ryan? Were you training?" She approached him, smiling.
"Yes, for a while," he replied casually. "Do you have anything to do?"
"No," she shook her head. "Why?"
"Let's go to town to do so things, and I'll tell you about it. We have a mission pending," he replied.
"A mission?! Really?!" She smiled happily and imdiately began to follow them. "Tell about it. Right now, my entire army is in the city, so I have all my forces at my disposal."
"Haha, very well. Then follow ."
He began to tell her his short-term plans, vaguely telling her about searching for that traitor from the Vampire Clan and reviewing the reasons, skipping over the idea of wanting to make Harmflower.
In the city, he bought a few things before walking to the Alchemy Tower.
There, he bought potions, ingredients, small weapons, and various other things he might need.
He spent 4,150 pounds in total.
Even Cecily looked at him suspiciously.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You princes... really have money." She sighed, looking exhausted.
"Is it okay for a noble like you to say that? I rember your family also has a lot of money," he said.
"Tsk, we have money, but as much as you? That's ridiculous! My monthly allowance is 2,500, but you've already spent almost double that on shopping as if it were nothing!"
"Really? I had no idea that nobles like you had allowances." He looked at her as if she were deceiving him.
In his past life as a demigod, he always believed that nobles had a lot of money available to them at all tis. Especially the Marquises and Dukes, who practically controlled the economy of the entire kingdom.
In fact, he knew nurous nobles who demonstrated that fact.
Was it different here than in Arcelia?
"It shouldn't be..." he thought.
"Everyone should have it," she complained. "But it won't always be that way. While you're a student, they'll give you a certain amount of money each month and assign you so missions to complete with that money. Things like investing, starting a business, or sothing like that. If you manage to complete one of those missions and it actually makes a profit, the amount of money you'll be able to control from the family in the future will increase, as will your position."
She suddenly puffed out her chest with pride. "I have more than 13 businesses in the capital and others in other areas. A mining company, I created it all myself over the years. I've completed more than 30 family missions, which is why my rank in the family is so high," she declared.
Ryan stared at her, as if to say, "And you still say you don't have money and that you only rely on an allowance to live?"
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