Return of the Youngest Son with SSS-Rank Talent-Chapter 192: I have to go see Rasen

After reaching rank 6 and receiving the body enhancement granted by the system, Kael did not open the status window. Instead of wasting time checking numbers or descriptions, he continued directly with the enhancement of his magic diagram.

His breathing was deep and measured. Although exhaustion overwhelmed him after the transformation, he did not allow that to stop him.

He brought his consciousness inside his body, slowly descending to the place where his magic diagram was located, in the center of his heart.

At that very moment, a notification window appeared in front of him. The letters were clearly outlined.

Ding.

[The assistance function has been reactivated.]

[Do you want to use the assistance function?]

[Yes/No]

Kael didn’t think twice and pressed "Yes" without hesitation.

[The creation of the Fourth Circle begins!]

The moment he accepted, the essence of mana within him immediately stirred, overflowing in torrents that ran through his body until they concentrated in his heart.

There, amid the incessant beating, the magic diagram glowed, and a second layer began to form on top of it. Line after line, rune after rune, they intertwined to form a network much more refined and complex than the previous one.

[Mana capacity has decreased by 5%.]

[...Decreased by 10%.]

[...Decreased by 15%.]

[...Decreased by 20%.]

The notifications came one after another, incessantly. However, Kael paid no attention to them. His consciousness was completely immersed in the process unfolding deep within his being.

The fourth layer of the diagram unfolded perfectly. Every line, every joint, every luminous curve intertwined in a seamless structure, a living fabric that grew ever vaster and more complex.

Kael remained alert, vigilant, without letting his guard down. Although the system guided him and he had found no errors in previous tests, he was not so naive as to trust it blindly.

And under the system’s direction, without pause and with impeccable precision, the fourth circle of the magic diagram began to unfold, rune after rune, like a perfect cog within a larger mechanism.

Ding.

[The Fourth Magic Circle has been successfully created!]

[Congratulations! You have become a Third Circle magician!]

Seeing the notifications, Kael smiled. He was progressing rapidly. The chain of steps he had taken so far had not been in vain. He turned his attention to his magic diagram, where the lines of energy were clearly intertwined. The network glowed brightly.

With that, the three paths they were following were now on the same level.

Kael slowly stood up. His muscles creaked as he stretched, stiff after the two consecutive upgrades his body had undergone. The pain was real, but not debilitating; on the contrary, it was a tangible reminder of the price that had to be paid for each advance.

Now that everything was ready, he opened his status window.

Kael Medici.

Title: Strayed Demon.

Talent: SSS.

Mana Core: Awakened.

Rank: 6

Knight Rank: 6 Stars

Magician: 4th Circle

Traits: Refinement (A), Swordsmanship (A), Melee (S), Tamer (C)...

Strength: 306 +

Endurance: 304 +

Agility: 305 +

Vitality: 355 +

Mana Capacity: 100% 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Stat points: 0

Kael wasn’t overly surprised, but a slight smile appeared on his lips when he saw his stats reach 300.

It had been a long time since he had relied on his abilities to measure his strength. Not everything on the path to power boiled down to battles and deaths. There were other ways to grow.

He closed the status window with a slight movement. This was no time to be distracted by numbers. Every second counted, and he knew that better than anyone.

He had to make the most of every minute to refine his mana essence before his soul returned to its damaged state. If that happened, the process would be suspended for a long time, and the opportunity he now had would vanish into thin air.

The silence in the room became heavy.

If he had obtained the Soul Peach, he could refine his mana essence with complete confidence. But there was no point in thinking about that now.

Kael slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air entered his lungs like a cold stream, while his mind emptied itself of all unnecessary thoughts. Inside him, the sea of mana stirred with a faint glow.

He had to act fast. The time for the trick he had used to restore his soul was running out.

With no further distractions, he began to refine his mana essence.

Time continued its unchanging march. The clouds in the sky moved slowly, carried by a gentle wind that seemed to have no destination. The daylight gradually faded until the sun sank below the horizon and the moon took its place, rising splendidly high in the sky.

Its silvery glow covered the world with a silent, cold, and distant calm.

Hours later, the cycle turned again. The first rays of the sun tore through the dark sky, tinging the mountains with gold and dispelling the gloom. Dawn arrived with a solemn stillness.

Kael, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, slowly opened his eyes. He blinked once, adjusting to the light, and looked at the skin on his arms. It had returned to normal.

That could only mean one thing: twenty hours had passed since he performed that trick.

For a moment, silence enveloped him. The world seemed suspended, as if waiting for his next move.

He decided to test his condition. He channeled his mana essence, trying to refine it, but as soon as he did, immense pain shot through his body. It was a searing torment, as if steel mallets were striking his bones from within, breaking his resistance step by step.

Each breath became heavy, and for a moment his vision blurred.

The pain was so intense that even his self-control wavered.

Kael gritted his teeth, enduring silently... and then stopped the flow of mana.

He let out a sigh.

The air left his lungs slowly, as if part of the accumulated weight was leaving with it.

"Not yet," he muttered to himself, staring at his motionless hands.

He knew that forcing himself now would only make things worse.

That was the real problem with having a damaged soul: progress slowed down dramatically, and every attempt to move forward only aggravated the wound.

But it wasn’t just a matter of speed. A damaged soul affected everything—concentration, the stability of the mana essence, and precision during refinement.

Whether refining magic or a Zu, the instability of the soul could turn success into failure, and failure into destruction.

That was why Kael had made a clear decision before leaving the city: to repair his soul.

It was a matter of survival. The dangers that awaited in the Seventh Heaven were too great to face with such a deep wound.

Now he was at rank 6. An advancement that, in other times, would have seemed impossible.

If things had followed their natural course, during this same period, he would still be trapped in Kiran Mountain, barely reaching rank 9, intermediate level.

There he would have continued to be the object of contempt: ignored by his brothers, underestimated by his servants, condemned to an existence of humiliation.

But those days were over.

Kiran Mountain and the Medici Clan... now they were nothing more than ruins, dust scattered by the wind.

Kael looked up at the sky. His face showed no nostalgia, no hatred, no joy. Only an implacable calm.

He slowly got up from the floor, his body still numb. The room was silent, and only the slight creaking of the wood under his bare feet could be heard.

Without wasting any time, he went straight to clean himself up, washing away the sweat that covered his skin and the small black spots that still lingered on his body.

The cold water ran down his neck, clearing his mind.

Once he was finished, he went down to the first floor. Dawn was just breaking through the windows, casting a grayish hue over the room.

In the kitchen, he began to prepare food for the children. Simple but precise movements: cutting, boiling, serving.

This is how his day began, just like all the previous ones.

Nothing extraordinary, nothing glorious. Just routine.

A life that, to most, would seem insignificant... but for him, it was the foundation on which everything else was built.

...

At the residence where Kael stayed when he arrived in the big city of San Martín, the blue-eyed nun sat at the reception desk with a slight frown.

She had witnessed the improvement in Zone 1 with her own eyes. And she... didn’t like it at all.

Before, that place was overflowing with death and despair. It was fertile ground for her nature, a perfect refuge where she could hunt. Among the dying and the forgotten, she could kill a few people without anyone noticing, and then drink their blood under the cover of night.

But with the presence of the young man who once stayed there, everything had changed. His influence had brought order.

And for her, that was poison.

Now, she could no longer act as she had before. The mere idea irritated her deeply. She felt her thirst gnawing at her insides, like burning embers under her skin.

She wanted to drink blood. She needed to.

For her, it was not just a pleasure, but an elixir.

Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, and a dangerous gleam flashed in he eyes.

"I have to go see Rasen," she murmured, her voice soft but laden with meaning.