Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix-Chapter 1088: I am humble, too
"What do you think of these?" Rain asked while passing some weights to Seadrei.
After Seadrei equipped them, he immediately started to feel sick, like life was leaving his body. His mana was being drained, too, and the weights became heavier. When he checked his parameters, they all had decreased by eighty percent.
"It almost feels like I am cursed," Seadrei said and then groaned.
"That is almost the goal," Rain said. "The dungeons are improving, but it will be a while before they become a challenge. If we keep improving, they never will. So, this is our only choice."
Level 15: Icy Blast Unleash a freezing blast of ice magic, dealing area damage and slowing down your foes. Decreases their movement and attack speed by twenty points per level.
Level 50: Bloodthirsty Roar - Unleash a roar, significantly intimidating your enemies and decreasing their attack damage and accuracy, giving you a distinct advantage in battle. Decreases their strength and dexterity by ten points per level for sixty seconds.
At first, Rain created relics with runes that mimicked those effects in reverse. That was easier since he just had to reverse the shape of the runes, but soon Rain found a blockade… he could only debuff some parameters.
After thinking for a while, Rain managed to do the same thing using the reverse of Limit Breaker and Magic Boost. Making it possible to create relics that actually sealed the power of the users… fortunately, all the energy sealed was used to empower those skills, so it was very useful.
At the same time, training while in a weakened state would increase their willpower and force their bodies to fight well even when they weren't at their best. Seadrei didn't mind being the guinea pig for that, and then he entered the goblin's dungeon unarmed as well.
Two hours later, he returned covered in a bruise and with a swollen eye… he defeated a level 110 goblin in that state and his army, but he paid the price.
Hobgoblin
Level: 110
Attributes:
Health: 25,750/25,750
Mana: 8,450/8,450
Stamina: 22,180/22,180
Strength: 1,320
Dexterity: 750
Intelligence: 410
Vitality: 2,570
Wisdom: 840
Endurance: 2,120
Luck: 3,450
Free Points: 0
Main Skills:
Goblin's Guile (Lv 78)
Serrated Slash (Lv 65)
Quickfoot Sprint (Lv 42)
Goblin Alchemy (Lv 34)
Ambush Mastery (Lv 56)
Support Skills:
Evasive Roll (Lv 38)
Survival Instinct (Lv 50)
Mischief Maker (Lv 45)
Goblinish Resilience (Lv 60)
Scavenger's Eye (Lv 28)
The creature was decently strong, and it could revive once every hour… a bunch of people could use that dungeon or others to face the same level of difficulties. That was what Rain came up with to help with the training.
As for what Seadrei came up with, it was… a monthly tournament. No one was forced to join, but while the battles weren't until death, they only ended when one side surrendered or fell unconscious. They also had a prize as well… Rain and Maxime would craft some relics for the top ten warriors.
Naturally, they would have some limitations; only the winner would be able to ask for pretty much anything in the realm of possibility.
"It feels like I am the only one losing since I will have to work a lot more," Rain said.
"What are you talking about? You will be in the top ten every month, right?" Seadrei asked. "Perhaps not at the top since I will be participating as well, but you will be close enough."
"Someone looks like they are getting ahead of themselves," Rain shrugged.
While the group patiently awaited news about their next destination, the anticipation for the upcoming tournament kept everyone engaged. Eager to showcase their growing strength, almost every member of the warriors enthusiastically committed to participating in the event. The prospect of friendly competition and the chance to demonstrate their abilities fueled a collective determination among them.
During this period of anticipation, the group found various ways to keep their minds occupied and prepare for the tournament. Some members engaged in rigorous training, honing their skills and mastering new techniques. Others meticulously crafted strategies and tactics to gain an edge in the battles to come.
The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and friendly talk as everyone looked forward to the impending showdown.
Rain worked tirelessly to create an arena capable of enduring the high level of combat expected. The challenges lay not only in designing a space that could withstand the intensity of the battles but also in ensuring a fair and balanced environment for the participants.
This meticulous work required time and effort, but Rain's commitment to providing a challenging and rewarding experience for everyone, including himself, was that strong.
"Now, if I give everyone free food, they can become my minions and dance at the palm of my hands since this will be their entertainment," Rain thought.
"Why would you think of such a thing?" Larisa asked.
"He gets his kicks by acting like an asshole in his head," Nigel said. "He doesn't want to show anything aside from the semi-perfect figure of a father for his kids, so he can only do that in his head."
"Bitch, please. I am fabulous," Rain said. "I am perfect, and there is nothing that I can do to improve myself. I am humble, too."
"I seriously hope that you do understand that claim to be humble and perfect are mutually exclusive," Larisa said. "Otherwise, I can only think that there is something wrong with your head."
"I am humble in my way of expressing my perfection," Rain said. "Anyway, I guess this is enough. I used a bunch of mana to make this much gold, but at least it can repair itself, and since the fights will be barehanded, the participants will offer their mana to fix the damage that they cause. I just have to change the color."
A giant golden and round arena was too gaudy, so Rain painted it white…
