[ Chapter 6 ] - Mana Adjustment

* BINGG . BINGGG . BINGGGG *

I woke up to morning bell, you thought your alarm on your phone was bad. Put it in comparison, with a giant gong ricocheting off the cavern walls.

Regardless of where you slept, that bell would you wake you up. That's what it was intended for. The start of our work shift. When I opened my eyes, and fully woke up I immediately checked my status.

"Stats" I grumbled under my morning breath, dreading the work day to come.

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[ Name :Vector Invidia Zenith ]

[ Race : Royal-Fae , Spacial High-Spirit ]

[ Titles: Child of Space , Transmigrated, Royal Fae ]

[ Natural Affinities : Spacial (100%) , Ice (100%) ]

[ Bloodline Abilities : N/A ]

[ Class : N/A ]

[ Sub Class : N/A ]

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LVL : 1 , EXP : [ 0/10 ] [ HP: 4/9 ] [ MP: 15/15 ]

[ stat points : 10 ]

< vitality : 3 >

< strength : 1 >

< dexterity : 2 >

< intelligence : 9 >

< mana : 5 >

< charisma : 3 >

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[ SPELLS: N/A ]

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Hmmm … "System, what does titles do?"

[ Host, Titles have various boosts. Would host like to inspect titles? ]

'Yes , duhhh'

[ Affirmative, Host ]

[ Titles:

- (Child of space)Through your journey through space, your soul collected and witness many different solar events. This accumulation, along side your complete soul awakening, has fully awakened your dormant ancient spacial bloodline. Space has taken a liking to you …

+50% Leaning Efficiency with any Spacial related magic.

+45% Power Boost in any Spacial related magic.

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- (Transmigrated) Crossing over worlds, and traveling as long as your soul did may seem normal or easy. However, only 2% of people can succeed at transmigration. Congrats…

+25% Learning Efficiency towards any magic related topics.

+Universal Language. Understand any intelligent or even unintelligent language on this planet. Your speaking process will be fully fluent in every language.

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(Royal Fae) As the 3rd prince of the Zenith empire, your blood still runs with royal descent. When activated a distinct Royal Aura, only found in the main family of the Kingdom will be enforced on a given subject. If activated inside Zenith's Kingdom, all subjects will recognize this feeling immediately.

+35% Boost in Regeneration.

+15% Boost in all weapon related combat.

+10% Perception Boost while in combat.

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' Those will come in handy for sure. I guess titles can only be equipped with the system active, therefore beforehand I could not have those active.'

Vector then inspected his body before the hard labor day started. He was still a skeleton, but his face was a little more flush alongside with his energy.

' I still have 10 stat points too, I totally forgot about them during my hunger yesterday.

'Hmm, my HP went up by 1 as well. Let me add 4 points into vitality to get body better first and foremost. Hopefully this improves my current health too.'

< vitality : 3 —> 7 >

[ HP : 18/21 ]

'Secondly, let me put 3 into strength, and the last three will be attributed into charisma. If your wondering why, it's simple. If charisma effects socialized aspects of one's self, then won't lying and persuasion be boosted then too? That will be handy with the death of that geezer.'

< strength : 1 —> 4 >

< charisma : 3 —> 6 >

'I truly have changed… I don't feel anything for him anymore. I say I had no choice, but maybe I did… or simply, I could think of a better option. Enough of that, let's make our way down the central camp.'

'My body already feels improved with more health and strength. I need to level up fast and gain more power.'

While walking a short distance away his sleeping spot, Vector mentally mapped out many people in the same boat as him, or any targets he could go after later tonight.

'At least Jerome won't take my morning servings, guards still have to keep me alive tor now'

"Move it along, hurry up you useless slaves!" yelled a scruffy looking guard, looking down at the slaves slowly walking to get a portion of food.

"If you want your portion you better move it along, we don't have all day. You trash!" screamed another guard, looking down from the wooden watch tower.

Vector slowly picked up his pace alongside his fellow slaves, until he reached the middle of the camp where Jerome and all the strong slaves resided.

Even if Jerome ran the slave camp while the guards weren't on shift, he was still a slave. Therefore, he still was in the same boat as everyone else and listened. The guards did give him certain favors and overlooked some things…

However, if he didn't get in like like the rest, he would have a fate like everyone else.

Jerome seeing the straggling slaves limping over angrily yelled "hurry up maggots!".

" You know the drill. Morning portions, than a 12 hour shift now! Let's get a move on it" yelled a guard on the ground.

Every slave slowly made a single file line, with Jerome and his 2 wives first, alongside his minions. The portions were not infinite and most times, the people in back would not get any, or would get very little.

Luckily, Vector was in the middle and would receive a normal portion alongside everyone else.

" Ho-Oh, look here boys! This trash prince is still alive haha " a guard laughing said, pointing at Vector currently getting his portion.

" Shut up Tel, you know we need him alive. Orders from above." muttered another guard

" What does it matter anyway? His family don't want him, he's a Dud! Hahaha " Tel the ugly orc wheezed out in between laughs.

Vector seeing this scene payed it no mind at all. This was normal, so was the beatings in his past two lives, so was the bullying, and so was the powerlessness.

However, Vector swore in his heart, that the guard by the name of Tel, would be dead first during his escape.

" Come here prince, pay your portion" yelled one of Jerome's minions.

" That's right come here , your highness, hahahaha!" said another

Vector walked over calmly, put half the bread he had on the tray, said no comment, and simply walked away. The minions were surprised by this action, but ultimately kept quiet and looked on to the next slave.

Usually Vector would've gave some sort of expression or hint of anger… but today nothing. He didn't say, nor show anything on his face. Maybe he was finally broken inside… that's' what the guards and minions thought at least.

Little did they know, Vector did not care for the sole reason that his body with the increased health, could finally absorb the mana in the atmosphere even more.

The guards stationed inside the cavern were often low leveled to conserve the heavy hitters on the real battlefields.

Therefore, this act of attracting mana went unnoticed, as no guard here was severely gifted in mana or even high leveled.

The commander of the 3 camps positioned by each other, was only ranking at LVL 45. However, in Vectors current state… he would be dead in an instant.

After the slaves finished their meal, they walked a few hundred feet, into the various new tunnels, and were handed their pickaxes to mine.

With 4 hours shifts, and 30 minute breaks. This experience could only be described as torture. Mental, physical, in every sense.

The guards would walk around with whips in their hands, swords on their belt, and with a full armor protection thinking that they were invincible.

While the slaves started to mine, Vector included. Jerome simply lazed around by his wives and watched his minions mine for him. The guards saw this, didn't care, and turned a blind eye.

Why should they care? Jerome was respectful to them, helped them out, and it did not affect anything in the grand scheme of things.

Immortality would be a gift most people would think … expect in situations like these. Only Fae, Vampires, Demons, and Angels are born with true immortality.

All these races had this effect, because their ancestry all derived from a primordial source. While other races can live for thousands of years, and even extend their lives with certain aspects, and or simply ascending evolutions.

They still could not be born immortal. So, half the slaves here have been working in this mine, for hundreds if not thousands of years.

While Vector found a nice corner away from everyone and continued to mine, he was slowly integrating mana more and more into his body, trying to become fully accustomed to the atmosphere, the mana had a feeling of a sense smoke. It was hard to breathe and work, nevertheless he continued on.

He had plans, a territory, and his old man + mother to see again. He would not hide nor give up.

By his estimations, it would be at least 3 weeks until vectors body could actually produce mana constantly, become fully adjusted to the changes, and finally form his inner mana sea.

Everyone's inner mana sea was unique and different depending on the size, mana quality, and elements. When Vector looked inside, he only saw a blank hole with one tiny white dot, constantly sparkling in the middle.

Confused by this, he decided to wait until some progress showed. While slowly absorbing the mana in the air in a constant state, even during slumber, while it should be impossible to increase his mana without leaving… it was happening.

Even if it was only .2 every hour or so, those small bits slowly added up, eventually leading to a constant cycle of mana gushing into his body.

On top of the atmosphere, the gems and mana crystals the slaves were mining were filled to brim with mana, the average gem would typically go for around 35-50 silvers, and the highest of ones up to 2 - 5 obsidian coins!

Most people could only afford to pay in coppers, let alone owning 10 silvers during their lifetimes, the disparity between the poor and rich, was even worse than earth.

These gems, condensed and packed with fully rich, unattributed, and pure mana. These gems could easily help one explode in mana capacity, power, and usage.

By swallowing, and absorbing these gems, depending on the quality and rank of the person. The mana inside that said person, would increasingly grow….

Vector knew this and was excited at this prospect, for he woukd his situation to improve as much as possible. However, he knew he had to be careful to not be caught by anyone. Vectors body would also not be able to handle such larvae amounts of mana… so for now Vector had to wait.

He had to repeat the cycle of abuse, just like in his past lives… and like that, another 3 months passed by.