Ascension of the Nephilim - Chapter 600: Training From The Bottom

Perment, and the two slaves who were Tyra and Brent, were amazed at the room.

The room had numerous large swords that the Chorts would use. It had various weapons, such as spears and the like.

The group was also crafting their arrow using a piece of the Deadwood Troglodyte as the arrow shaft and used the sharp arrowhead-shaped teeth of the Puks.

Surprisingly, this was stronger than the arrows that they had.

The room had corpses of other giant beasts, and a meal was prepared with a meal already ready to serve.

The group ate to recover from exhaustion while Emeros and the rest were busy.

Emeros had immersed himself in creating more potions thanks to the Puks he had killed.

Tyra and Brent couldn’t help but be amazed at their new strength.

Their levels were raised to level 5 through the energy Emeros absorbed from their killings.

Tyra was level 1, and Brent had been level 3 because his former master had invested a bit in him.

“Check your stats there,” Don said while juggling some swords.

The group was confused about why they were, but Perment saw where Don quickly pointed to before catching his sword.

There was a strange energy crystal surrounded by numerous energy conversion circles drawn around it. It was placed on a pedestal.

“A Level Assessment Orb! But those Energy formations circles are similar to what you showed me… but the details are…” Perment was amazed.

“It was a risky mission. We tricked the mage and made him think that I knew a lot about dark magic, and he was moved to try and enslave me. But the powerful backlash of the master’s countermagic caused me to assimilate with Mage Rorcast’s knowledge. I erm… I think I’m smarter than you, mage Rorcast. In any case, check your stats.” Emeros chucked as he began to work on his potions from the organs and parts of the monsters he had just slain.

Tyra and Brent reached out and held on the Level Assessment Orb.

—

Tyra

Next level: 763/1301

Level 5

Strength: 13

Magic: 2

Dexterity: 21

Vitality: 13

Intelligence: 35

Hit Points: 230

Force: 2

—

Brent

Next level: 766/1321

Level 5

Strength: 16

Magic: 1

Dexterity: 23

Vitality: 15

Intelligence: 31

Hit Points: 250

Force: 2

—

Perment

Mage Captain

Level 20

Strength: 53

Magic: 58

Dexterity: 88

Vitality: 53

Intelligence: 93

Hit Points: 630

Force: 0

—

The three of them saw their stats projected from above.

Emeros glanced at the stats.

“Hmm… I can’t tell. I guess, just as how hard it is to determine the IV of a Pokemon at low levels, I can’t tell what your innate stats are.” Emeros began to mumble.

“What?”

“Erm… Sorry. Don’t mind my ramblings. But Perment. Your strength, dexterity, and vitality stats are abysmal. Considering you trained as a mage, it’s expected. But I can’t afford you to be that weak. I’ve expected this, so I have been trying to create a potion that helps us rebalance your stat. But… this poison might kill you. So we’ll have to take some time in drinking them.” Emeros explained.

The potion he had made was a famous poison within the kingdom. Mage Rorcast knew of it.

“What potion is that?”

“A De-Leveler potion.”

“A de-leveler?! That’s poison!” Perment exclaimed.

The poison was a cruel punishment that would drain the man by several levels. And that was a very harsh punishment for many whose lives depended on their levels. Unlike Emeros and his team, who had hunted and found means to survive the battle against monsters dramatically, most low-leveled adventurers would take months and even years for a level to grow. And at higher levels, it was even harder! Only aristocrats and rich nobles could afford such levels, but a single level would mean a great amount of resources from the Captain level.

“You want me to take a De-Leveler poison?!”

Emeros shook his head and went towards the Level Assessment Orb and held on to it. He used a secret spell to hide his real intelligence stat, which was 386, so it wouldn’t shock the rest.

His stats were then projected above.

—

Emeros

Level: 8

Experience: 3732/4732

Strength: 49

Magic: 21

Dexterity: 63

Vitality: 48

Intelligence: 123

Force: 22

Hit points: 580

—

Perment saw the stats and was shocked.

The two other slaves were also amazed at what they saw.

“The new formula of bestowing experience will allow us to naturally increase the stats per level. My master did a lot for me. My strength stat is already close to yours. But look at my magic and force stat. At my low level, my magic stat is already close to your level, and I am not even at level 10, where the magic stats double in growth. Not to mention the magic jump that occurs if we consolidate my Magic Core.”

“So… you mean, if I take this potion, you could help me regain my strength?” Perment asked.

“Yes. The danger is that we have to use this potion several times. You need to be as low as level 14 for your stats to be acceptable. I am trying to give you a Commander’s potential. Don. Show him your stats.” Emeros called out.

Don followed and caught the swords and held the Orb.

—

Don

Level 8

Next level: 3677/4432

Strength: 24

Magic: 10

Dexterity: 40

Vitality: 24

Intelligence: 58

Hit Points: 340

Force: 4

—

“This is Don’s stats. Originally, because of his innate physiology, and since he is the youngest, he had a Strength, Dexterity, and Vitality stat that was below the norm that common physical fighters had. But now, if we rate Don’s stats, he could pass to be a fighter class. Yet among the group, Don has the weakest physical attributes but has the highest class. If he creates a Magic Core at level 10, he would have a Magic stat that would be 27 at level 11. How much was yours?” Emeros challenged Perment.

“…Twenty-four,” Perment answered. This was one of the few things he had in equal number compared to his other peers who were now Barons or Captains because of the family backing. Perment had the potential, and this was his boast. But now, he saw Don, who not only had a far better potential as a mage than him, but he was also a fighter!

“…So I’ll take the potion now?”

“Not yet. We still have a few things to do first. I’ve made some gloves for you to draw out fire energy from ores easily. I even made the Fire ore bomb into a one-time fireball blast that you could use. Dan can cast it now.”

“You’re making him a battle mage?”

“I’m making everyone battle mages. Well, right now, they are training as assassins. So assassin mages.” Emeros chuckled.

Phili, Serena, and Wesret showed off a unique glove that Emeros gave them, and all were creating a light fire.

Serena’s magic was the first to die out.

“Tsk.”

“Serena. Your affinity is water. Don’t be bothered by that. Keep practicing, but you’ll see a great difference if we find an ice ore.” Emeros laughed.

“We’re all training from the bottom here. Right now, two levels should help you train your dexterity. But we can become stronger than the average fighter because we are training at the bottom.” Wesret approached the two and handed them large swords.

“Since you followed us, we will help you. But you have to promise us to swear fealty to Master Emeros.” Wesret warned.

The two were quiet. Though they had heard the explanation of what Emeros did, they were still wary and blamed Emeros for all their friends’ deaths.

Wesret frowned as he saw the eyes and was about to reprimand them.

“Ignore them, Wesret. And you guys should stop it with the demanding of fealty.” Emeros chuckled.

“In any case, we can proceed with the next part of our plan. Invading the main camp of the Imp army!” Emeros declared.

“What?!” Perment was shocked.

“To quell the anger of our new friends, we need to force the Imp army back. In the past week, we went deep to the south and hunted among another monster kingdom. Orcs.” Emeros pointed to the side.

There were strange skin masks and thick hide armor nearby.

“We will wear them and use the Puk’s magic of illusion to make our appearance more monstrous. This will make us look like orcs to the imps. While you guys raid, I head over to the den of the Imp Demon Lord and try to see if there is anything that I can steal. We will also be burning their camp. The Imp Demon Lord is from the portal and is one of the generals that the Imp kingdom sent here for the invasion. But since the portal only opens on certain days every month, then they need to stock for food and all that. We burn the supplies; we might stop or pause invasion.” Emeros explained.

“And with an orc costume, the imps will… blame the orcs?” Perment asked.

“Exactly. Put on the costumes. We leave in an hour. I’ll complete the Puk’s magic potion, and we’ll attack the base! Wesret, teach the two to train their dexterity. Perment. You can read through the books of Mage Rorcast for now…”

The group made their preparations.

An hour later, five men left the room with an orc-like mask and costume.

Two more emerged, and unlike the orc costume, they had strange attire made from various monsters, such as the mantis.

“Let’s go!” Emeros ordered as he set out.