Chapter 32: The Spoils of Victory

[Prompt! You have killed Raging Inferno Liger! Gain exp 11,000!]

[Congratulations! You level up, +1 level]

[Congratulations! You level up, +1 level]

[Congratulations! You level up, +1 level]

[Prompt! You obtain 10 status points]

[Prompt! You obtain 10 status points]

[Prompt! You obtain 10 status points]

[Prompt! You obtain 2 skill points]

[Prompt! You obtain 2 skill points]

[Prompt! You obtain 2 skill points]

[Prompt! You obtain Survivor's Mitra!]

[Prompt! You obtain Survivor's Mittens!]

[Prompt! You obtain Skill Book [Fire Ball]!]

[Prompt! You obtain Raging Inferno Liger beast core!]

Gabriel was so consumed by the fierce battle with the Raging Inferno Liger that he didn't even notice the series of notifications flashing before him. His entire being was focused on the formidable opponent, to the point that he didn't realize the creature had already succumbed to his relentless attacks. Whether it was the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins or his intense concentration, Gabriel remained oblivious to the victory he had already secured.

Several minutes passed before Gabriel finally noticed that the Liger lay motionless on the ground. Emerging from his battle trance, he quickly surveyed the area, his eyes sharp and vigilant for any signs of lingering danger. Only after confirming that the threat had truly passed did he allow himself to exhale deeply, relaxing as he lowered himself to the ground, utterly spent from the intense fight.

A quick glance at his mana pool told him all he needed to know.

[Mana: 1,520/3,920], he sighed deeply.

"I pushed myself to the brink," Gabriel murmured to himself, "using just 70% of my mana capacity to bring down this monstrous beast." He then rummaged through his backpack, retrieving a few mana potions, which he quickly consumed, feeling the restorative energy course through his body.

Reinvigorated, Gabriel turned his attention to the spoils of his hard-fought victory.

[Skill Book [Fire Ball]: Gathers a ball of fire elemental energy and fires it at the enemy, causing damage.

Damage = {300% x [MATK + magicPEN]}

Mana Cost: 50

Grade: White

Cooldown: 2 seconds

Class: Mage Class

Upgradable: No]

Gabriel stared at the skill book dropped by the Raging Inferno Liger, flipping through its pages with a hint of disappointment. "Another skill I won't be able to use," he muttered, resigning himself to keep the book for potential trade or future use.

[Name: Gold Mitra]

[Type: Headwear]

[Defense: 35]

[Rarity: Green]

[Description: A ceremonial headwear traditionally worn by high-ranking clergy members, the Mitra is adorned with sacred symbols representing the religious order to which the wearer belongs. It symbolizes authority and reverence, often worn during important ceremonies and events.

Additional Attribute:

+15 INT

+5 VIT

+250 Magic Attack

Special Effect: +10% Healing

(Set Effect:

2-Piece Effect: ...

3-Piece Effect: ...

4-Piece Effect: +10% MATK, +10% Healing, +20% Cooldown Reduction

5-Piece Effect: +10% MATK, +10 VIT, +10% Healing

6-Piece Effect: +20% MATK, +10% Healing, +20% Cooldown Reduction)]

[Durability: 200/200]

...

[Name: Gold Mittens]

[Type: Arms]

[Defense: 55]

[Rarity: Green]

[Description: In certain cultures, gloves are considered sacred, symbolizing high status and authority. These exquisitely crafted mittens, adorned with intricate designs and made from the finest materials, are highly prized and signify distinction.

Additional Attribute:

+50 INT

Special Effect: +10% Healing

(Set Effect: ...)]

[Durability: 200/200]

As Gabriel examined the two items before him, a wave of disbelief washed over him, quickly giving way to unbridled excitement. "AHAHAHA! The 5-piece set effect!" he shouted, his joy echoing through the now-quiet battlefield. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, he hurriedly equipped the gear, feeling their weight and power resonate in his hands.

Without wasting another moment, Gabriel distributed his newly earned status points, following a carefully calculated ratio of 6DEX:9INT:15VIT, eager to unlock the full potential of his new equipment. With a deep breath, he opened his status panel, anticipation and satisfaction building within him.

[Name: Gabriel Heart] 

[Class: Cleric] 

[Level: 6, Iron Middle Stage] 

[Health Point: 2,390/2,390(+960)] 

[Mana: 5,420/5,420] 

[Experience: 1,121/6,000] 

[Magic Attack: 1240 (↑248)] 

[Defense: 447] 

[Attributes: STR: 10, AGI: 6, DEX: 18, INT: 48 (+142), VIT: 36 (+57)]

[Skills:

Light Hurricane Level 6

Healing Totem Level 6

Goddess Blessing Level 1]

[Tome Skill:

Tail Wind]

[Talent: [☯] Yin-Yang Soul Harmony (D)]

[Harmony Essence: 11,600]

[Equipment: Survival Staff, Survival Robe, Survival Boots, Survival Mitten, Survival Mitra]

[Equipment Effects:

+100% Healing

+40% Max HP

+300 HP

+200 Mana

+50% Mana Regeneration

+20% MATK

+15% Movement Speed

+20% Cooldown Reduction]

(A/N: (↑144) represents the total increase in MATK with the +10% MATK boost, I will also merge the #(+#) to single # to accommodate the MATK % increase.)

The sound of Gabriel's laughter reverberated through the area as he stood triumphantly over the Liger's lifeless body. His eyes gleamed with fierce determination as he challenged the fallen beast to rise and fight him once more. Laughing again, he basked in the thrill of victory and the sheer power he now commanded.

Gabriel's confidence in his abilities was well-founded. With his Damage over Time (DoT) skills alone, he could inflict an astonishing 10,000 points of true damage per second, without even accounting for his buffs. Had he been equipped with his current gear during the earlier battle, he could have defeated the Liger using only three sets of his potent [Curse Totem (☯)].

...

Outside the Mysterious Realm, the spacious classroom was thick with an atmosphere of disbelief. The teachers present were left speechless, their jaws dropping as they watched the battle unfold before their eyes. The fight had barely lasted a minute, and yet, the opponent—a monstrous Lord-Rank creature—had already been vanquished.

For those unfamiliar with the hierarchy, Lord-Rank monsters are considered the apex predators of their rank. It is a well-known fact that if all monsters of the same rank were to battle a Lord-Rank creature, the Lord would emerge victorious without a doubt. Thus, the fact that a student had managed to defeat one was nothing short of miraculous.

Principal Dalhmer's sudden outburst of laughter was a clear indication of his excitement and pride. He was ecstatic to witness such a display of power from one of his students. However, the other teachers wore expressions of mixed disbelief and awe, struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.

Mr. Hanz, Gabriel's form teacher, had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions throughout the fight. Initially skeptical of Gabriel's potential as a support-type, Mr. Hanz could now only feel immense pride swelling within him as he watched the once-doubted student surpass all expectations and triumph against the odds.

...

In the heart of Dusk Valley, a place shrouded in secrets and peril, Gabriel sat with a serene expression, his back resting against a massive boulder. Beside him lay the lifeless body of the Raging Inferno Liger, the beast he had valiantly slain in a fierce and grueling battle. Gabriel, a warrior of exceptional skill, had earned a formidable reputation through his countless victories.

Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on him, Gabriel did not immediately tend to his wounds. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, focusing not on restoring his mana but on calming his mind and releasing the tension that had built up during the intense fight. The eerie silence of the valley provided an ideal backdrop for his meditation, allowing him to find a moment of peace and serenity amidst the chaos.

After a few moments, Gabriel opened his eyes and checked his ranking points.

[Assessment Ranking Board]

[First Place: Gabriel Heart

No. of Kills: 89 - Iron ★, 18 - Iron ★★, 13 - Iron ★★★, 3 - Iron ★★★★, 1 - Iron ★★★★★★★★★★, 1 - Bronze ★ (shared), 1 - Bronze - Lord Rank

Points: 12,360

Class: Support-Type, Healing]

[Second Place: Tigram Gray

No. of Kills: 101 - Iron ★, 15 - Iron ★★, 5 - Iron ★★★, 3 - Iron ★★★★, 5 - Iron ★★★★★★★★★★, 1 - Bronze ★ (shared)

Points: 2,580

Class: Berserk-Type, Barbarian]

...

(A/N: Bronze-rank monsters are worth 10 times the points of 10★-Iron, and Lord-tier monsters are worth 10 times the points of their counterparts)

Gabriel was momentarily stunned when he saw the staggering

 number of kills Tigram had accumulated. "Damn! This guy's a killing machine!" he muttered, feeling a flicker of competitive tension. He realized that without the defeat of the Lord-Rank monster, he might have found himself in second place.

The realization struck him, but he quickly shook it off. "Sigh! I can't relax now. Let's just focus on finishing this assessment first!" he reminded himself, steeling his nerves and refocusing on the task at hand.

...

Elsewhere in Dusk Valley, Tigram wandered aimlessly for about 15 minutes before he encountered a monstrous creature with a grotesque and imposing appearance—a Bronze Stage monster.

The creature towered over him, wielding a sharp axe that glinted menacingly in the dim light. Its bulky physique left no doubt that it was a force to be reckoned with. Tigram cautiously examined the creature's status, mentally preparing himself for the battle ahead.

...

[Name: Orc Warrior]

[Health Points: 21,000/21,000]

[Mana: 2000/2000]

[Physical Attack: 900–1050]

[Defense: 300]

[Rank: Bronze Stage ★]

[Skills: Double Chop, Stomp, Impact]

[Description: This particular type of Orc soldier is commonly encountered, yet it is unwise to underestimate its strength. These soldiers are tasked with guarding their nests and are known for their unwavering vigilance.]

...

Tigram took a moment to survey the situation, carefully assessing his opponent's status and the battlefield. With a firm grip on his trusty axe, he steeled himself for the grueling and difficult fight that awaited him.

Though fear threatened to creep into his mind, Tigram squared his shoulders, resolving to face the challenge head-on. He relied on his battle instincts, knowing that this time, he would be fighting alone. But he was determined not to falter or succumb to doubt. With a deep breath and a focused mind, Tigram charged forward to meet his foe, ready to give it his all.