[ Chapter 7 ] - 9 Months later / Vector’s Death?

During these past 3 months, Vector's body finally revitalized with the constant growth of his mana, the influx of food he would take from the other weak slaves outside the main camp, and his diligent physical training during his 12 hour rest period.

He's slowly, became the 2nd Jerome of the outsider slaves, and established dominance .

Of course, Jerome did not know this.. otherwise he would've confronted Vector right then and there, and would most likely have killed him, without the care of repercussions.

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Vector slowly gained more strength and convinced his fellow outsider slaves to give him small portions to him every night.

These small portions added up a full three meals a night. How did he convince them?

Threats .

After the old geezer was found dead .. everyone was nervous and on edge.

It wasn't uncommon for deaths and fights to occur, so it was casually brushed off by guards. However, the outsider slaves were weary and in shock since the usually did not attack their "own".

Seeing Vector's slow improvement to his body. The guards and Jerome's minions would often teach him a "lesson" to put him in his place.

He would take the abuse silently, and obediently not to raise any sort of suspicion. His growth

should've been stunted, and he should've been crippled many times, …. yet his growth did not stop at all.

After the first long and strenuous 3 weeks of his body adjusting to mana during these 3 months, he could finally absorb it, and integrate his body with mana!

The feeling was Indescribable, it was a high like he has never ever felt before, the addiction was constantly there! Was it mana itself, or the idea of power, and or even freedom? He himself, did not even know.

He could finally absorb the very same mana crystals the slaves were mining, to improve his physique, and mana power.

In a related cycle, that felt like a constant blur, 3 months passed …

While meditating, absorbing the mana crystals, and fully working on his inner mana sea. His progress was through the roof. Anyone, would've be shocked at how fast his mana capacity and power sky rocketed. It was simply unreal.

He often hated being a slave and forced to mine… however, this place was the perfect opportunity for him to mold his mana.

Oddly enough, Vector never once actually used mana to try and form any type of spell, or discover his affinities. Why?

The sole reasoning behind this was the guards constant monitoring, if Vector was found with traces of elemental mana being used, rather than just the pure mana all around the atmosphere in the cavern.

It would have been very suspicious and most likely lead to his downfall. That's right, this whole cavern was filled with pure mana, the gems and rich mana crystals constantly pumping it out, and churning like a machine.

So how could these low leveled guards detect the pure mana radiating off Vector? Vector is a dud… remember?! How could he possibly have mana?

The "trash" as they refer to him.

Jokes on them….

Vector like any other day, woke up and decided to check his stats once again.

After a long 3 months laboring away, constantly sneaking and absorbing mana gems, and being as low-key as possible, the results were slowly showing.

"Status" Vector grumbled once more, like he does every morning.

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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: 18/21 ]

[ MP: 285/285 ] [ stat points : 0 ]

< vitality : 7 >

< strength : 4 >

< dexterity : 2 >

< intelligence : 9 >

< mana : 95 >

< charisma : 6 >

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[ SPELLS: N/A ]

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That's right! Vector's constant absorption of mana not only increased his body's capabilities and functions, but his mana skyrocketed! His MP at an outstanding 285, only at level 1. God help… this planet.

If anyone saw this, including his Demi-God father.. they would be jaw dropped, floored, and would instantly praise him as genius even for his age.

This should be impossible really… yet here Vector is, acting like the dutiful slave, and simply biding his time. Time slowly passed on once again, with Vector not making any types of moves … and just being a normal slave, while sneakily taking and absorbing as much mana as possible…

[ 6 Months Later ]

Vector's schedule stayed the same throughout these months, alongside the other slaves. The only real news was another young women got pregnant by Jerome.

Once again, another poor child born in a bad environment… however, vector could care less, he had his own problems.

Vector's body once again developed over these 6 months. However, instead of bulking and putting on muscle with an obvious growth in size…

His height was now 6'6, his muscles firmly packed together and his lean stature remained. He was lean and skinny, but toned and chiseled like a Greek god.

With constant use of his muscles, plus the mana slowly seeping into said muscles. Vector's muscles and physique did not expand. On the contrary, he was slowly compacting and contracting his muscles, filled with mana constantly to the brim, slowly integrating mana into his very being.

What vector did not realize, was as a high spirit, his mana absorption and body integration was much more than physically holding mana. No, he was literally turning his body into battery of mana, which was constantly being overcharged.

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Vector now having a full defined and chiseled 8 pack, leaned and hard packed muscles, plus his striking purple eyes , he could truly be sculpted as a statue of a god.

Everyday before the work shift takes place, Vector covered himself in even more dirt and made sure to appear as filthy and grimy as he can be. This has slowly made everyone back off him, not notice the changes in his stature, and be wary of disease and his disguising nature.

While in reality, his body might be the most in shape out of anyone in here. So like usual, Vector woke up and grumbled once again under his morning breath knowing 6 months flew by in a flash.

" Status " Vector mumbled

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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: 25/27]

[ MP: 1128/1128 ] [ stat points : 0 ]

< vitality : 9 >

< strength : 10 >

< dexterity : 6 >

< intelligence : 13 >

< mana : 376 >

< charisma : 7 >

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[ SPELLS: N/A ]

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Vector's mana has naturally expanded, exploded, and evolved to a state never seen before. After months and months passed on Vectors body, his body could simply not draw in any other mana, and finally hit a plateau.

By constantly absorbing mana, 24/7, which would've made any sane person mad with ecstasy. Vector remained composed and directed his emotion to anger and pride. He wanted to show back up to his kingdom, take what he wants, and plan his revenge on these demonic fae bastards.

Another plan slowly forming in his mind.

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While anyone can naturally improve stats with training and constant use of ones attributes. The easiest and most effective way to gain stats is to simply to level up.

How do you level? You kill, or either complete a quest if your lucky enough to get one, granted by the system. Vector wondered why he didn't get any EXP from the old geezer he killed the first day.

He slowly came to realize the man simply had no life force to give. Only be defeating higher leveled, or healthy opponents can one gain EXP, which in a sense is simply stealing the opponents life force.

Even with Vector's willpower and constant mission driven thoughts. He was impatient and constantly feeling depressed.

Why? Besides being a slave, The Royal Academy would be would be open to all participants at the age of 21. He had to get out before it was too late.

He had certain items to prepare for in a year, before showing his arrival back in society, and ultimately establishing some dominance.

One of the downfalls intelligent people can always have … is simply not taking a break. Their brain always on overdrive, always working, with no relaxation.

Vector had plans to go out in motion, schemes to plot, but most of all he wanted to relax for a little bit. His past life on earth was already hard, his new memories of his other self even harder, and their situation now… even harder.

That being said, he needed to get out fast because

the Royal academy was not some simple school.

No, this school housed all the noble and royal heirs of all the 5 Fae kingdoms. Very few talented, wealthy, and strong commoners would be accepted as well. All pitted against each other to make alliances, compete, and overall gain power for their given kingdom or house.

The royal academy had more sway then most think. The knowledge they had was abundant with the combined resources of 5 kingdoms! Only true powerhouses attended there… and Vector wanted in..

His brothers, one 4 years older, and the other 2 years older were already attending it… People have long forgotten him in the back of their mind, and if he was brought up.. it was not in a good connotation.

Not even his betrothed cared, in her mind she was happier without him. For good reason, but nevertheless she usually was slandering him, saying how useless he once was, how much of a dick he was, and how he ugly he was… well no more!

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So the day finally came.

Vector's constant labor and physical training, his magical absorption coming to a stop, his will slowly wanting escape now!

After resisting for so many months he's finally ready to dive into his affinities and use magic for the first time!

Vector was almost driven to the point of insanity, with knowing he had magic at his fingertips, but he couldn't never use it with the constant monitoring.

However, the time came for him to escape. He was sick and tired of this place and it's cruel people. He would fake his death today! It was quite simple really, he gathered all the outsider slaves under the connotation that the rebellion would go against Jerome.

Like anything in this world though, everything doesn't always meet the eye. Once everyone was gathered around for a total of 7 slaves huddled in a tiny crowd. Vector walked in the little side tunnel away from prying eyes.

" The time has finally come. Your sacrifice will not be in vain I promise you ! " Vector said with a straight face. Slowly advancing …

" Yes, it's time to kill that bastard Jerome! Take his women and live better hahah " whispered a old dwarf

" Indeed" mumbled another old human

Various comments could be heard among the 7 and the excitement they felt could truly be seen in their eyes and body language.

However, too caught up in the moment of excitement something most unexpected happened. The old dwarf who was extremely excited suddenly fell lifeless to the floor. His skull cracked, his eyes dilated completely out of focus, while his mouth was leaking blood.

Before anyone could react, another body dropped, then another body dropped, and another. Until only 2 people were standing left. Vector faced the two men with a gleaming and menacing smile that shook the men to their cores. Blood dripping from his lean and compact frame, appearing as a demon straight from hell.

His grim and dirt washed off, his muscles compact and elegant, while his piercing eyes made them step back subconsciously.

A predator among men showed up.

" You really didn't think I would find out did you … stupid .. stupid .. stupid. If you plan on betraying someone, don't openly tell every outsider, haha" Vector said while slowly walking towards the 2 shaken men.

Vector holding a rusty pickaxe immediately took advantage of the men's shocked state and rushed to kill another . * Boom * , and like that another body dropped the floor lifeless in a instant. The pickaxe jutting out of the skull head.

With a strong pull, blood flickered and started to drip off it, looking like a death scythe in the eyes of the last man, rather than a normal rusty pickaxe. The last man standing, and the leader of the betrayal plan, was almost the same height and size of Vector, which is why vector saved him for last.

This turned out perfect for Vector's plan . Vector's plan was carefully matriculated over many months, and he slowly roped in this man for the sole purpose of being a decoy. The Anti-Magic shackles were the only thing that could cause trouble of differentiating the 2 men.

Alas, Vector thought it through. The man would be pummeled so bad, his face would be

unrecognizable, then he would thrown down him down the cliff side.

It would be a few days to get down there, confirm the death, grab the body, and then bring it back up.

Enough time for Vector to execute step 2 of his plan, and finally escape this hell. While thinking this through in his head , the man that was in shock, slowly turned angry and his survival instincts slowly awakened.

" You bastard, you killed them all! You tricked us from the beginning. There was never any rebellion was there!" said the young man standing before Vector. His body constantly trembling with the constant killing intent vector gave off.

" That's real sweet coming from you, since you were planning on betraying me. It's of no matter . Die " muttered Vector. The 2 shot forward and while the latter tried to defend a swing against a pickaxe by dodging… he didn't see the rock coming straight for his gut from Vector's left.

* PAH *

The man immediately groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Cursing Vector and this shit world. Vector standing above the man, proceeded to calmly and slowly walk behind the man, and cracked his neck instantaneously.

* CRACK *

Vector with great reluctance, but determination, started stomping and making the young man's face completely unrecognizable. He immediately dragged all the dead men to the cliff side and rolled them over.

A distant crashing sound could be heard with each body dropped, alongside the rusty pickaxe, and his iron cuffs, which could easily be snapped by his mana usage and now improved strength.

Vector then made his way around to where his original sleeping spot was located and dived into the pool headfirst with no hesitation. A few months back, while bathing in the small pond by Vector's abode, he realized the pond continued to go deeper and deeper, with no end in sight.

Over the course of time, Vector slowly uncovered everything and found that if he swam underneath the pond all the way to the bottom. Directly to his left was minor gap that he could just barley squeeze through. After countless trials and errors of almost drowning, he eventually made it though.

A huge cave filled with countless shining gems could be seen. Fully blocked off , unmapped , and unexplored from the Guards eyes.

While taking his rations from all the outsider slaves, he found a bag that would suit his needs. A

compact but sturdy leather pouch-like bag, that was decent sized, and decent quality.

Vector then went around the cave, ripping out the vegetation growing in the cavern, so he could wrap the inside, hopefully to keep the food fresh and untouched by water. With a steady food supply that can last at least a month, a steady water source, and and no prying eyes.

It was finally time for him to use magic to get himself the hell out of here. However, before proceeding with his training and situating himself inside his cave. He slowly started reading the System notifications he didn't focus on during his fight.

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Ding !

[ 7 Slaves Killed , LVL 10-20 , EXP : 300 ]

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[ Leveled up] [ 10/10]

[ Leveled up] [ 70/70]

[ Leveled up] [ 190/190]

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EXP [ 25/430]

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' Not bad, Not bad at all. They were easy pickings as well. I wonder how much I'll get for Jerome hehe… just you wait big guy. I'm coming . Time to train. '