BXBX NOVEL Chapter 792 Smart*
Chapter 792 Smart*
As Whisker arrived back in his world, he was immediately stopped by Blackgate, who questioned him.
Whisker frowned. "You know… it was cute at first, but now it\'s just creepy. Have you fallen for me? I can\'t really blame you, though, but unfortunately, I don\'t swing that way…"
Whisker spoke in a matter of fact tone, and each of his words made Blackgate\'s aura rise up like a volcano about to erupt.
The anger Blackgate was feeling was so intense that his entire face turned red, the air vibrating and the forest trembling from the force.
"You seem so angry. You don\'t handle rejection well, do you? Well, there\'s nothing I can do to help you, I\'m sorry. I love boobs and ass too much, if you know what I mean. Oh right, you don\'t."
Whisker\'s chuckle echoed as he vanished, leaving Blackgate behind, his anger only growing. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
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Atticus slept soundly.
While the entire domain was filled with excitement, he took the chance to get some rest after the intense competition.
At the very least, he rested while he could. Atticus woke up, indulging in a long yawn and stretch before heading into the bathroom to freshen up.
A few minutes later…
"Now that feels good," he said, sitting on the bed with a towel as he enjoyed the refreshing feeling. Opening his eyes, Atticus quickly got up and put on some simple clothes.
"I still woke up early."
It almost amused him. He had been so exhausted, yet he still woke up at the same time he usually did.
Atticus sat on the bed, taking in a few deep breaths. Then, he thought to himself, "Status."
**Character Profile:**
**Name:** Atticus Ravenstein **Age:** 16 **Gender:** Male **Race:** Human
**Attributes:** Strength: 710 Agility: 722 Endurance: 750
Vitality: 765 Intelligence: 78
Perception: 67 Charm: 63
Will: 85
**Level:** Master
**Talent:** Mythical **Bloodline:** Primordial Elemental Bloodline
**Elements:**
- **Level 4:** - Fire: 6%
- Water: 2% - **Level 3:** - Air: 99.1% - Earth: 98.9% - Light: 98.8% - Darkness: 99.1% - Lightning: 99.7% - Ice: 98.7%
- Space: 96.4(L2) → 78.2(L3)%
- **Level 2:** -NONE
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*Level 1
NONE
*Locked Bloodlines -
- Spirt Element: 6 → 7%
Abilities:
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Innate Skills:
* Conceal [Potential: Mythical]
- The ability to conceal your level from anyone regardless of rank. You may choose what level you want to be shown.
- Current mastery: Mythical Life Weapon Skills:
* Transcendent Slash: Godspeed Grace
* Endless Strike
Normal Skills:
* Arcane Barrier [Potential: Transcendent]
- Current Mastery: Grandmaster-
* Elemental Mimicry [Potential: Transcendent]
-Current mastery: Grandmaster-
*Ethereal Cloak [Potential: Empowered] -Current mastery: Master
Atticus didn\'t show any surprise. His status hadn\'t changed much, as it had only been a day since he last checked.
However, when his eyes landed on his space element, he couldn\'t help but smile. He was glad he had taken the opportunity to train.
He also noted that his spirit element had increased by another one percent. \'Now that I\'m done with the Nexus, I can finally focus on this,\' he thought.
The spirit element and space element—these were Atticus\'s current priorities. \'I should also learn that art I\'ve been putting off,\' he reminded himself.
Atticus still had the paragon rank art he had obtained from the leader\'s summit back at the academy. He hadn\'t learned it until now for one reason: it had seemed useless at the time.
With only one year, there was limited advancement he could make, and he was certain that no matter how much he improved, it wouldn\'t be enough to have any impact on the Nexus.
Atticus began to plan his next steps. \'One year,\' he thought.
That was the amount of time the paragons had given them to undergo intense training in preparation for joining the military.
\'A general, huh.\' He would find out what that role truly entailed as soon as he could.
A lot could be achieved in one year, but Atticus knew it was wise to have a plan and outline what he wanted to accomplish.
Deciding to check out the paragon art, Atticus brought out the book. As he channeled his mana into it, he felt a surge of information pour into his mind.
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Echo Strike (
-Description: A powerful art that creates ripples in the air with every swing, allowing you to strike multiple times from a single motion.
- Capabilities:
-Multiplied Force: Each strike releases an "echo" that trails the original hit, allowing for rapid, multi hit attacks.
-Force Amplification: Each echo carries a percentage of the original strike\'s power, amplifying overall damage against a single target or spreading impact across multiple foes.
-Resonant Wave: Can emit a powerful shockwave after a sequence of strikes, destabilizing foes or disarming them with concussive force.
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\'Not bad,\' Atticus thought.
It was a solid technique. Now that he was ready to learn it, he realized its potential. Ideas began forming in his mind, different strategies he could use to gain an advantage in battle.
As Atticus continued meditating, he sensed a presence at the door. Opening it, he found Magnus staring back at him.
\'He actually used the door this time?\'
Magnus scrutinized him. "Did you rest?"
Atticus smiled. "Yes, grandfather." He stepped aside to let him in, but as the door closed, he heard Magnus mutter quietly.
"Gran…"
"Yes?"
Magnus didn\'t look directly at him. Instead, he walked to the center of the room, making sure their eyes didn\'t meet.
"Call me Grandpa."
Atticus paused. \'Did I hear him correctly?\' He struggled to hold back a smile, not out of mockery, but because the moment felt unexpectedly warm. It was cute.
"Okay, Grandpa."
Atticus\'s quick response seemed to catch Magnus off guard, and silence filled the room for a moment.
Magnus cleared his throat. "You were training," he stated, as though he were catching Atticus in the act of something he shouldn\'t be doing. But Atticus shook his head.
"No, no. I just woke up and was thinking about my next move."
"Your next move?"
"Yes."
"The military…"
Atticus nodded. He knew that his path forward would be challenging.
Despite the alliance\'s numbers and the overwhelming power of the superior races, they were still losing the war.
He braced himself for the worst. It was the smartest thing that he could do.