Being able to spot enemies gave him an unexpected boon. The floor was filled with Lv 6 monsters that were easy to kill.

[You have leveled up.]

Name: Reigns De Luther 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Class: Plant Sovereign

Tier: Tier 0 Lv 8 [70%]

Subclass

[Farming] [Plant Summoner] [Plant Tamer.]

Lifespan: 70

Tradable Life Span: 21950

Strength: 14

Agility: 18

Stamina: 15

Perception: 12

Mana: 12

Free Attribute: 5

Skills:

Phantom Steps Tier 1, Berserker Tier 1, Insight Tier 1

[Farming]

Callous Hands Lv 5, Ploughing The Field Lv 5, Reaping Lv 5

Splash Shooter Farming Tier 0 [18/25]

[Plant Summoner]

Plant Summon Tier 0

Splash Shooter Tier 0 [9/10]

Plant Tamer

[Locked]

He stared at his status screen and put points into mana and strength.

Strength: 14 >> 16

Ability: 18

Stamina: 15

Perception: 12

Mana: 12 >> 15

Even after killing the target, he didn’t rush ahead. Instead, he decided to take classes from Nyx.

"That’s a very unusual weapon to have."

Nyx spoke with amusement as she looked at the scythe Reigns held. It didn’t suit his fingers at all.

"My darling is a handsome gentleman, so shouldn’t you go with swords?"

Reigns tilted his head.

"Why swords?"

"Because a sword is considered as the weapon of a gentleman."Nyxara replied candidly.

"I don’t have any talent in swordsmanship!" Reigns replied helplessly.

"Bah! That’s some bullshit."

Nyxara clicked her tongue and waved her hand dismissively.

"That was ancient times when talent mattered. As long as you persist and keep grinding, you can master everything. And if you can’t, just buy it from the market."

"..."

Her answer left Reigns speechless. For every problem, the reply always ended up like this.

Want to level... throw some money.

Need skills... throw some money.

Don’t have talent... buy one.

Now you might be wondering how talents are bought. The answer is quite simple.

Hunt down someone with a swordsmanship class. There are chances of them dropping a core that contains talent. If one doesn’t drop, then hunt another and keep on hunting.

Someone ought to possess one, right?

It was rare to hunt someone for such a purpose, but that didn’t mean such things didn’t happen.

"Cough!"

"Nyx, can you skip all that and give me some basic tips."

Hearing this, Nyx’s eyes shone with eagerness. She grabbed the scythe and decided to swing it a few times to get a feel for it.

For a brief moment, she was lost in her swings. Reigns was also lost watching her glide beautifully across the place, swinging the scythe as if it was a graceful dance. His jaw hung open unconsciously.

"What is this?"

"How is she able to handle a scythe with such grace!"

Nyx stopped and took a deep breath before speaking calmly.

"Weapons, irrespective of their shape and size, are nothing but the extension of the wielder’s body aimed to achieve the desired effect."

"The way the weapon is wielded depends on the person who wields it. However, at the end, the intention is always the same."

"Do you know what it is?"

Reigns thought for a moment and spoke carefully.

"Perhaps to save someone they loved."

Nyx shook her head with an amused chuckle.

"As much as I wish to say that’s a very good answer, but it’s wrong darling."

"Those are some fancy words to deceive others and oneself."

The next moment, she grabbed the scythe tighter and her eyes sharpened.

Reigns instantly felt a deadly chill crawl down his spine. His instincts screamed at him, and he subconsciously took a few steps back while feeling a strange unfamiliarity from Nyx.

Her current look was in sharp contrast to the sweet innocent maiden from a few moments ago.

Nyx extended her hand and slashed with the scythe. A piercing attack of snow shot out from her blade and seemed to strike something hidden within the mist.

A grievous shriek of helplessness resounded afterward, but it lasted only for a second before dying out.

"The true fundamental reason a weapon is wielded is to kill."

"That’s the true essence of combat. Kill others or get killed. Truest to the very core."

"That’s how the very world has prevailed till now. So every strike of the scythe should be aimed to kill the opponent without any afterthought."

"Any reason other than this is utter bullshit. Your every move should be designated to attack with extreme precision without giving any leeway to the other side to defend."

"And that’s the way of Veydrin. Sharp, precise, and one shot kill."

Reigns stood rooted to the spot while processing her words. Those were some deep words, but he still doubted them.

What if the other side was equally strong?

If you go for the kill with every strike, won’t your defense become vulnerable?

Nyx noticed the trace of doubt on Reigns’ face and smiled softly before grabbing his hand.

"You are thinking too much darling. You don’t need to follow my steps. Every person has his own way to fight. It’s always the intent that makes the change."

She then looked ahead into the mist.

"All you need to do is find your own essence to pour into the battle."

Reigns let out a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"Hmm! It sounds easy, but it’s gonna be difficult."

"Of course it’s gonna be. But I am sure darling would find his way." Nyx cheered with a smile.

.....

The current level of monsters served as a good source of harvest for his Splash Shooters. So instead of rushing ahead, he decided to make all of them level up.

And during this time, he wasn’t idle.

Training...

He started training there by swinging his scythe repeatedly. At first, it started off normally, but amidst all this, he suddenly made a shocking discovery.

Reigns stood still with his eyes closed while letting the scythe sway loosely in his arms. He remained motionless, surrounded by thick mist from all sides.

After a pause, he took a step and slowly traversed around.

Despite his closed eyes, for some reason, he started seeing faint outlines of the world around him.

His sight was still dark, but he could vaguely sense where there was a tree and where there wasn’t.

The feeling was quite weird, and he wasn’t able to pinpoint it properly.

Just as he was about to take another step, he sensed a faint rustle aiming toward him.

Activating Phantom Steps, he turned around with a snap and struck instantly.

CRUNGGG

His scythe shook as it slashed against a hard object, producing a crisp resonating sound that scattered through the air.

Following it, Reigns felt a subtle throb inside his mind, and his eyes opened in horror.

Perception: 12 >> 13