Birthday

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Today is 3.4 Bestolo. Translating to my original world's date is the third of February.

It's been a year since my sly alter-ego bastard self returned control. At first, it feels wrong to proceed with his plan but over time, the feeling of guilt numbs. Something is affecting me...

After the banquet, I actively participated in missions to gain experience and recognition.

Since I rarely had free time, I wholeheartedly used every single second to train as much as possible.

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Name: Samuel Turner(Alias: Arsto)
Title: Pioneer of Manafication
Class: Aura Slayer
Lvl: 167

Hp:100000/100000
Mana: 20000/20000

Atk: 322[+]
Def: 278[+]
Dex: 159[+]
Mag: 321.5
Luck: 100[+]

Free stats: 110

Skills:
[Aura Slayer]
-Mana Boost(lvl 1)
-Piercing Slash(lvl 4)

-Cooking(lvl 3)
-Throwing(lvl 1)
-Potion Brewing(lvl 1)

-Side Step Swordsmanship(lvl 5)

Passive:
-Luck(lvl 3)
-Beast Hunter(lvl max)
-Mana Sense(lvl 4)
-Pain Resistance(lvl 3)
-Mental Resistance(lvl 3)
-Demonic Immunity(lvl 3)
-Great Demonic Affinity(lvl max)
-Eyes of Analysis(lvl max)

Blessings:
-Fairy
Turner Bloodline awakened
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{Weapons mastery}
Firearms: 3283
Dagger:8002
Sword:97221
Bow:0
Spear:0
Heavy:0
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However, this rate of training is inefficient if I want to face Zerstorung in the near future. It's time I move on to the next step.

I stare at the bottle in my hand. Everything comes at a price. I don't know who but someone knows I am a Demonic Human and wants me to grow stronger.

"I will take it," I mumble, putting the bottle into my storage ring.

"Arsto?" Melissa calls out from the end of the corridor. It's late at night so it's not unusual to see her here at the dormitory. She is in a simple comfortable cotton white shirt and long grey baggy pants.

"Captain Melissa."

"Drop the captain when we are alone. How many times must I tell you?" She nags.

"Alright...Melissa."

She smiles. "That's better."

She waves her hand and gestures for me to follow her. I tilt my head, confused, for it is pitch dark outside but follow her regardless.

We arrive at the empty cafeteria in the BOV building. She takes out a small container from cold storage for storing food ingredients at the back of the kitchen.

In the darkness, only light illuminates from the kitchen to the rows of empty tables.

Melissa is taking quite a long time inside the storage.

...

I walk into the storage and check up on her. She is crouched down inspecting and muttering something.

"Melissa?"

"Ah!" she jolts. "Uhm...I..." She stands up and brushes the dirt off her coat.
"S-Since you and Audrey celebrated my birthday a few months ago despite everything and you even gave me a valuable pill, I wanted to...well...return the favour."

She looks down, irritated and disappointed in herself.

"It's embarrassing but I...made you a small cake. It's gone though..."

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