Going farming!

He woke up the next morning, once again on his comfortable bed.

'I don't think I'll be getting used to this anytime soon,' he muttered with a smile.

'I, on the other hand, think I'll be getting used to your weakness very soon.'

His mouth twitched. This was not the first thing he wanted to hear on a beautiful morning.

"Come to think of it, you barely said anything yesterday."

'Come on now. Don't tell me you're getting attached to my voice?'

"O...of course not," he stammered, his face turning slightly red. Although he wasn't used to the sensation of someone speaking in his mind, her voice was the most pleasant sound he'd ever heard. It was why he never truly complained. But how could he tell her that?

"It was just so peaceful yesterday. I hope that happens often."

'Is that so? Then your prayers are answered.'

"Huh?"

'The telekinetic bond between us requires a lot of mana to maintain, and since you're too weak, I'm the one providing all that mana. Unfortunately, I can't keep wasting it on your pathetic self, so there will be times I won't talk to you.'

"So that's how it is," he said with a hint of disappointment, which she didn't let slip by.

'Oh my, feeling dejected already? Do well to get stronger quickly, and who knows, I might sing you a lullaby before bed.'

She was clearly teasing him.

"Forget about it," he said dismissively, though he secretly found the idea appealing.

After a quick breakfast in his room, he began his daily quests. This time, it took him 4 hours and 30 minutes to complete instead of over six hours.

As usual, he ended up lying on the ground, completely exhausted, while staring at similar notifications from the day before.

[Daily task completed: +10 EXP]

[Host has leveled up!]

[+5 stat points to distribute]

But after opening his status to allocate his newly earned points, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a frown.

[Name: Art Von Silver

Race: Human

Level: 4

EXP: 20/50

HP: 10/10

MP: ???

STR: 3

AGI: 4

STA: 7

VIT: 2

INT: 0

Attribute: none

Free stats: 6]

He had figured out that each level-up granted him 5 stat points, which wasn't bad.

The reason for his frown was the EXP needed to get to the next level. If reaching level 5 required 30 more EXP, which could be gained by completing the daily quest three more times, how was he supposed to reach level 10 with the time he had?

The fact that his vitality stat had decreased proved how serious this was. If he kept relying on the daily quests, he wouldn't even make it to level 6 before losing his life... again.

This meant he needed another way to earn EXP. The only option left was killing, which included both humans and beasts.

Killing wasn't an issue-he'd taken several lives before his death-but he was too weak to kill anyone here. Though there were a few people he had in mind, it wasn't realistic yet.

Instead, he needed to hunt weak beasts to farm EXP. He knew a place that fit the criteria, but going alone was too risky. That meant he needed Racheal's help.

He was confident in her magical abilities. After all, they wouldn't assign someone weak to guard him.

She was likely stronger than most of the young Silvers in the mansion. Even if she was, she wouldn't dare show it. At the end of the day, she was just a personal maid.

Since she was always nearby, he didn't have to look far to find her. A simple wave was enough to get her running.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, reaching him effortlessly, much to his jealousy. She wasn't even slightly out of breath.

Seeing him now, she realized he looked noticeably healthier, which surprised her. Even so, he still looked slightly below average.

"I'd like to go farming," he said.

"Farming?" She tilted her head, puzzled.

"Oh!" He smacked his forehead lightly. "I mean hunting. Hunting beasts."

"That's... Art, that's too dangerous for you!" she protested strongly.

"I know, which is why you'll be coming with me."

"But still-"

"I'll go with or without you, so make your decision." His expression showed how serious he was, making her wonder when he'd become so assertive.

Although she was confused, she didn't dislike this side of him.

"Fine, but I'll choose the location," she said firmly.

"I don't have a problem with that," he replied with a nod of satisfaction.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as possible. Get whatever we'll need."

She bowed slightly before heading toward the mansion, leaving him alone.

His reason for doing this now was simple-he believed he'd grow weaker over time if he didn't act.

Now that he'd decided to engage in combat, he allocated three more stat points to agility, raising it to 7.

He avoided increasing vitality, as it would be wasted if it kept depleting. He left two free stat points in reserve in case of an emergency.

Once he regained some energy, he returned to the mansion and entered his room, where Racheal was waiting for him.

She was no longer in her maid uniform but dressed in combat-appropriate clothing: a long-sleeved shirt tucked into trousers, secured with a belt that held no visible weapons. She would be relying on her magic instead.

Her outfit, designed for training, sparring, and hunting, was made of a lustrous yet flexible material more durable than most metals in his former world. Her blue and white attire perfectly complemented her features.

Despite her beauty, she wasn't considered rare in this world. In fact, from his inherited memories, he'd met people even more stunning.

Anyone from his former world would likely fall in love with someone here. But for him, after being betrayed so deeply, having feelings again seemed near impossible.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he took a quick bath and dressed in similar clothes, though his outfit was brown and hung loosely on his body. He sighed in disappointment.

He and Racheal exited the mansion and boarded a vehicle that resembled a carriage, though it ran on mana instead of being drawn by horses.

As the vehicle started moving, some onlookers wondered where they were heading.

No one was allowed to wander freely. They were under constant surveillance, confined to a specific area. Anyone caught attempting to leave faced swift consequences.

Unaware of what awaited them, Art and Racheal journeyed toward their destination.