Sudden Call From Clara
Smiling with deep satisfaction, I leaned back, the system still glowing faintly in my vision.
Eighty points.
Eighty points from just one session.
That was... insane.
But as my gaze fell upon Althea, sleeping peacefully, I didn't make another move. I let her rest. She had more than earned it.
Instead, I focused on my gains. With practiced precision, I pulled up the system interface and immediately allocated 40 to Strength and 40 to Vitality. I could still feel the phantom sting of Edward's punch, and if something like that happened again, I needed to be ready.
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[Goddess Seducing System]
[Points: 0]
Rank: G+
Strength: G
Agility: G+
Vitality: G
Intelligence: G
Goddess Power Unseal Progress: 1%
(Progress increases by charming, flirting with, or satisfying a Goddess in various ways.)
Abilities:
Weapon Maker
Clone Creation
Summonable Goddesses: 0
(More summonings unlocked by completing special quests.)
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The moment the system registered my changes, I felt it—my stamina surged, my skin grew firmer, and the fatigue that clung to my bones dissipated in an instant. I flexed my fingers, grinning.
"Not bad," I muttered. "Not bad at all."
In just Few Days I had climbed to G+. if words got out and i continue with this Speed The Union or some of the Organization will fight over me.
but to me, it was just a Small leap forward. But honestly i felt confident enough now to at least stand toe-to-toe with Edward—
Of course, actually fighting him would be suicidal right now. If I hit him back, the Union would surely intervene. I'd become a target too early.
Sighing, I leaned back against the wall, lost in thought.
Where should I go to get stronger?
In this world, there were five known regions—each massive and unique in its own way:
North, South, East, West, and the Forsaken Region.
Right now, I was in the South, specifically in Aspiring City. It wasn't famous, nor notorious—just a moderately influential city backed by the Union. That backing alone made it significant. The Union's presence covered more than half the Regions
The only true resistance to the Union's influence was the Dark Aether, a web of secret organizations and rogue elements working from the shadows. They thrived in places where Union control was weakest.
South had four major cities:
Azure City
Lord City
Red City
Chain City
All of them were massive power hubs.
In my past life, I had lived in the West, where the Union and Dark Aether were at constant war—especially over the coveted SSS-ranked Pendant. That region was chaos incarnate. There, the strong preyed on the weak without mercy.
Compared to that, the South was practically paradise. Peaceful,
Yawning, I decided to test one of my lesser-used abilities: Weapon Maker.
It wasn't a flashy ability, but it was incredibly useful. Especially when combined with Clone Creation. If my clones could wield well-made weapons, it would drastically increase their usefulness.
There were two types of supernatural progressions in this world:
Abilities, which awakened naturally within a person.
Skills, which could be absorbed from monsters.
Skills, however, were a gamble. Absorbing one could either power you up—or ruin you. Most unranked and F-tier people didn't even risk it. Skill absorption was considered high-stakes.
Abilities, on the other hand, had Mastery levels, which followed a well-known progression:
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[Basic Tiers]
1. Bad Tier
2. Beginner Tier
3. Apprentice Tier
4. Average Tier
5. Good Tier
[Advanced Tiers]
6. Skilled Tier
7. Expert Tier
8. Master Tier
9. Grandmaster Tier
[Peak Tier]
10. Supreme Tier
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In my past life, my clone mastery barely made it to Good Tier. Now, it was back to Beginner Tier, and my Weapon Maker was stuck at Bad Tier. To improve them, there was only one solution:
Use them. A lot.
I sat cross-legged and held out my hand. I focused.
The Ability of Weapon Maker shimmers then flared. A trail of stardust sparkled from my palm as I activated Weapon Maker.
"Let's try making an F-ranked sword."
The room darkened as shimmering light coalesced in my hand. I felt the weight of the weapon forming, piece by piece—hilt, blade, balance. My mind fully immersed in the process, I focused on one word:
Precision.
But as time passed—minutes turning into hours—every attempt failed helplessly.
It was frustrating. The process was incredibly difficult, but I could feel my mastery growing, slowly but surely. Weapon Maker was evolving. My Bad Tier was inching toward Beginner Tier with each try.
Finally, I managed to create something. It wasn't the F ranked sword I aimed for—but a G+ tier sword roughly a meter long. It shimmered faintly with indigo light, and its hilt was etched with mysterious runes I couldn't decipher.
Strong. Sturdy. A fine weapon for someone at my current level.
Though I hadn't reached Beginner Tier mastery, I wasn't disheartened. I knew from experience—real progress wasn't always fast. And in my past life, I had suffered enough failure to know that one misstep didn't define you.
It was just a matter of time.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after that.
I stood and stretched just as a shrill sound broke the quiet.
Riiing!
My phone.
I blinked. No one in this body's memories ever really called. My heart skipped as I stared at the screen.
Unknown Number.
I hesitated for a moment, then picked up.
The voice on the other end was calm. Cold. Completely emotionless.
Yet still... pleasant to hear.
Then i think back and realized it was Clara.