Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 142 --That’s Right, I’m Very Kind!

At the Ironclad Legion headquarters, Caelan casually escorted Iverson back, as though it were nothing more than a trivial errand.

During their [Flashstep], Iverson handed over all the remaining tokens he had collected straight into Caelan’s hands.

Upon receiving every single token, Caelan felt an unmistakable surge of satisfaction deep in his chest.

He had to admit—there was an incomparable thrill in having someone else assist in completing a task.

It was that rare, intoxicating feeling of efficiency multiplied by teamwork, and for someone like Caelan, it was exhilarating.

The next step was clear: formally submit the completed mission and ascend to 4-star status. Beyond that, Caelan’s plan involved making use of a special heirloom left to him by his parents:

[Dwarven Blacksmith’s Token (Legendary-grade)]

Restriction: Usable only by awakeners who have reached 4 stars or above.

Description: With this token, you may invite any dwarf blacksmith of legendary-grade or below to craft a piece of equipment for you. However, the required materials must be provided by the user.

Since the token explicitly required a 4-star awakening level, Caelan figured the most optimal time to use it would be immediately upon reaching that milestone.

As he pondered this, Iverson called out to him unexpectedly, interrupting his train of thought.

"Caelan, Cousin, you really are such a kind person," Iverson exclaimed. "Those Supreme Staff Legion people were so arrogant, yet you only took one token for yourself. I truly admire that!"

Caelan paused mid-step, genuinely surprised. At no point had he considered himself "kind."

Wait—since when did the mighty Mylanne bully earn a label of kindness from his own little cousin?

"Who told you I only took one token?" Caelan asked, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Iverson froze, his expression turning stiff and unreadable.

"Cousin Caelan, you mean... you didn’t only take one token? But when you came out, I clearly—"

Caelan simply smiled and didn’t offer any further explanation.

Instead, he opened his storage space, inviting Iverson to take a look.

Iverson instinctively glanced inside—and almost had his eyes blinded by the dazzling glow of Mana Ore stones.

Good grief!

The entire storage space was bathed in radiant light, each Mana Ore stone shimmering as if the sun itself had been trapped inside.

The tokens from the Mana Ore Mine Cave ruins alone were stacked nearly to form a small mountain!

"My heavens! Great gods! I must be dreaming! This... this is all real, right?"

Iverson’s jaw nearly dropped.

He was utterly stupefied. What he saw now had completely exceeded his wildest expectations.

While the Ironclad Legion had little use for Mana Ore stones, in the realm of magic-oriented classes, Mana Ore was a precious commodity.

Even a single low-grade Mana Ore stone could fetch 100 gold coins.

Yet in Caelan’s storage, there were tens of thousands of Mana Ore stones, all of at least mid-grade quality or higher.

And as for the tokens from the Mana Ore Mine Cave ruins—they were practically priceless, with no market value because of their rarity and unique effects.

These particular tokens weren’t just trinkets.

Their primary function was to increase the efficiency of Mana Ore usage and enhance energy conduction, meaning that their value was significant no matter where they were used.

Even the Supreme Staff Legion, as cautious as they were, wouldn’t dare give up the chance to exploit the ruins.

There were fewer than five veins in total. And yet, in just a matter of seconds, Caelan had emptied an entire vein.

Iverson had thought he had a fairly accurate sense of his cousin’s capabilities. But now, it was clear that he had seriously underestimated him.

Meanwhile, Caelan, in his usual casual fashion, tossed several hundred high-quality Mana Ore stones to Iverson.

"Take these. I have plenty, so don’t bother refusing," he said lightly.

The reasoning behind this was simple.

Since Iverson had helped him run errands and gather tokens, it was only fair to compensate him.

Caelan’s logic was straightforward: assistance deserved reward.

Iverson hesitated at first, instinctively inclined to refuse.

But upon reflection, he realized that turning down anything from his extraordinarily powerful cousin could backfire. Caelan had no shortage of wealth or resources.

So, with a grateful expression, Iverson accepted the Mana Ore stones.

Even for a member of the Grey family, casually receiving several hundred high-quality Mana Ore stones was a once-in-a-lifetime windfall.

He could never afford this by selling his own resources, not even close.

"Thank you, Cousin!" Iverson said earnestly. "If there’s ever anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask!"

Caelan nodded, inwardly feeling that this "transaction" was incredibly advantageous.

Having a reliable helper for mundane tasks would free him up for more critical endeavors.

Initially, his tasks were managed by Marov from Mylanne City, but as Caelan’s strength and influence grew, Marov’s services became insufficient.

That was where Iverson now proved his value.

"No problem. If I need help in the future, I’ll contact you," Caelan replied. He exchanged a few more pleasantries before preparing to depart.

This time, he did not head elsewhere but instead returned to a luxurious manor in the royal city arranged by the Grey family. The estate was lavish, strategically located in the heart of the city, and, from what he could tell, had been personally arranged by Caesar’s grandfather.

One could say the Grey family had gone all out for his comfort. Although he didn’t know the exact price, his cousin’s attitude suggested that the estate’s value easily exceeded 50 million gold coins.

Back at the manor, Caelan flopped onto his enormous bedroom bed with a sigh of relief.

He was about to change into sleepwear and enjoy a well-deserved rest when the bedroom door creaked open.

Talia walked in, humming a playful tune as though she owned the house.

"Praise be to the beautiful goddess! I hope my little cousin grows up quickly and strong!" she sang cheerfully.

But the next moment, her singing abruptly stopped.

Caelan and Talia locked eyes, and an awkward tension immediately filled the room.

In Talia’s hands was a freshly washed small black lace garment, a delicate piece that made the atmosphere even more uncomfortable.

"You... you... how did you get back so soon!?" Talia’s voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor.

Caelan froze, his gaze inadvertently fixed on her palm.

After a brief pause, Talia’s lips curved into a faint, teasing smile.

"Stinky little brother, do you want to see it?" she teased. "Then I’ll show you properly, okay?"

She extended the tiny lace item toward him, grinning mischievously.

Caelan snapped out of his daze, instantly turning beet-red with embarrassment.

"Talia, stop it! There are limits—men and women should not handle these things!" he stammered.

"Oh, come on. Don’t act innocent. I know exactly what you’ve been up to!" Talia shot back, her tone playful yet filled with knowing amusement.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with lighthearted tension, yet underneath it all, there was a subtle warmth in their teasing—a bond that, despite all the chaos of adventures and power struggles, remained intact.

And so, in that opulent bedroom, amidst the glow of his Mana Ore treasures and the grandeur of his new 4-star ambitions, Caelan realized that even the most extraordinary power and wealth could not replace the simple, awkward, human moments that made life worth living.

Whether it was the loyalty of a cousin like Iverson or the playful familiarity of Talia, these were the threads that wove together the tapestry of his increasingly complex life—threads that reminded him that, for all his strategic cunning and legendary feats, he was still very much human, still capable of being called kind—whether he liked it or not.