YM778.TV Chapter 159 Another sudden letter
The numbers danced before my eyes, my eyes lingering on the newly updated lust points
[Here\'s your profile]
[Name: Levi]
[Level: 4]
[Title: One star mage, Beast Slayer]
[Strength: 60]
[Intelligence: 40]
[Stamina: 50]
[Speed: 60]
[Mana: 740/1000]
[Element: Air]
[Lust points: 1040]
With my mind made up, I selected the "Upgrade" button next to Intelligence and began pumping points into the stat, watching as it steadily increased until it reached a solid 50.
My lust points ticked down with each upgrade, but the benefits of reaching the next level were too tempting to resist
As the last point was allocated, the screen flashed and a triumphant chime sounded, signaling that I had successfully reached Level 5.
[50 intelligence points purchased]
[Congratulations, you have leveled up]
I watched the screen expectantly.
[You have now reached level 5]
[Skills unlocked: Three directional windslam, Six directional windslam]
As I surveyed the new skills and bonuses that had appeared on my screen, I couldn\'t help but feel a slight tinge of disappointment.
While the new abilities were certainly useful, they weren\'t the earth-shattering upgrades I had hoped for.
"I guess I was expecting a little more bang for my buck," I muttered under my breath, clicking through the options with a hint of frustration.
Still, I knew that every upgrade, no matter how small, would be crucial in my journey to becoming the most powerful warrior in the world.
My thoughts hovered over the "Strength" stat, my mind made up.
I knew that increasing my physical prowess would give me an edge in battle, allowing me to strike harder than my enemies.
Without hesitation, I poured the remaining points into Strength, watching as the number slowly ticked upward until it reached 70.
[Here\'s your profile]
[Name: Levi]
[Level: 5]
[Title: One star mage, Beast Slayer]
[Strength: 70]
[Intelligence: 50]
[Stamina: 50]
[Speed: 60]
[Mana: 740/1000]
[Element: Air]
[Lust points: 40]
As the adrenaline of leveling up faded, I let my body relax into the softness of the mattress, sinking deeper into the comfort of my bed.
My eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion of a busy day catching up with me at last.
As I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was of the power I had harnessed that night, and the promise of what was yet to come.
The following day, the courtyard once again served as our refuge, its quietude a welcome escape from the chaos of the world beyond its walls.
Damon and I sat there, lost in our own thoughts, our minds as calm as the surface of a still pond.
The only sounds to break the silence were the distant chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze.
The heat of the sun baked our skin, and yet, it was a delicious warmth that cocooned us in its embrace.
The air was still, save for the occasional caress of a gentle breeze that stirred the leaves and whispered through our hair.
We lounged in a comfortable silence, our eyes half-closed against the harsh glare of the afternoon sun.
The serenity of the courtyard was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, their sharp, staccato rhythm cutting through the quiet like a knife.
The sound of hurried footsteps registered in my mind long before they reached Damon\'s ears, my heightened senses alert to the slightest disturbance in the stillness of the courtyard.
Without conscious thought, my head turned toward the source of the sound, my eyes searching for the cause of the disruption.
Like a whirlwind, a young servant burst onto the scene, his rapid footsteps kicking up dust as he sprinted across the courtyard.
His movements were frantic, his expression frantic, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He headed directly toward us, his eyes fixed on our seated figures.
As he drew near, the servant skidded to a stop, his eyes darting between us, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The servant dropped to one knee before Damon, his body bent in a deep bow of respect.
In his hands, he held a letter, the seal still pristine and unbroken, as if it had been hand-delivered from the royal palace itself.
"My lord," the servant gasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "This missive is from the palace. It is of utmost urgency."
He held the letter out to Damon.
Damon\'s gaze lingered on the letter, his eyes studying the elaborate seal and the elegant calligraphy of the addressee.
He raised his gaze from the letter, meeting my own.
Our eyes locked and for a moment, it remained that way like two warriors gauging each other\'s strength before the battle.
I could read the message on his face but I didn\'t back down, showing him the message in mine.
Without a word, Damon\'s fingers tore open the seal, the crisp paper crackling under his touch.
His eyes darted across the lines of text, absorbing every word like a man starving for information.
The letter seemed to hold his attention in its thrall, every line consuming him with an urgency that bordered on desperation.
The silence around us thickened, the only sound the rustle of paper and the quick breaths that Damon drew as he read.
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I watched him closely, as I waited to learn the contents of the message.
As Damon\'s eyes reached the end of the letter, he folded it with slow, deliberate movements.
His expression had become unreadable, his face a mask of careful neutrality that betrayed nothing of what he had just learned.
He met my gaze again, but this time there was no communication, no unspoken exchange of emotions.
He seemed to retreat into himself, his body language closing off, as if erecting a barrier between us.