The Villainous Noble Regressed With The Villain System-Chapter 46: The Rewards

’Status open.’

[Name: Dorian Valen]

Age: 16

Race: Human

Alignment: ????????????

Potential: Villain

Story Points: 150 (+50 for defeating a THRALL +100 for completing main task)

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[Stats - Dorian Valen]

Strength: 11

Agility: 50

Endurance: 15

Intelligence: 10

Charisma: 9

Willpower: 5

Luck: 4

[Skills - Dorian Valen]

Basic Swordsmanship Level 3 [+1]

Basic Magic Theory Level 3

Crimson Pact Arts Level 2 [+1]

*****Temporary******Heavenly Art Of Mana Level 0

I returned to my hut and looked at the status window.

There were some major developments, some were expected and some were not.

First of all, I sat down on a small football- sized rock, at the bank of the river, that flows through the Capital City.

I got 50 story points, just for defeating a thrall, I suppose that’s what they call that female creature, we fought with.

A thrall, huh?

It must be referring to a vampire’s thrall.

Which means, she was originally a human, who got converted by that naked vampire, with a small d*ck.

The question is, who as she?

A student at the academy?

Or an instructor?

Or someone else?

Whoever it was, she knew about the regression.

And from her way of talking, it looked like she is well acquainted with me too, from previous lives.

The main problem is she escaped.

Thus, she will definitely try to stir up more problems from now on.

I better be careful, and remain dormant for the time being.

Well, let’s get back to analyzing the rewards.

+100 story points for clearing the main task.

Now, in total, I have 150 story points, which should be better saved rather than being used.

I have to utilize the ’shop’ option to it’s fullest too.

Next comes the skills.

For basic swordsmanship and the Crimson pact arts, my level of skill increased.

It’s definitely a good sign, now that I know that using the skill in real fights ought to increase their levels.

However, as a side effect of using the Crimson Pact Arts, I have closed my second chakra, which means I am back to being at the Awakening Stage, with only one chakra open.

It would be better if I found a quick way to reopen the chakra, and train to open my third chakra.

The third chakra is like the second level in Channeling Stage.

Most of the named characters are currently in the third chakra, according to the novel.

But, well, for Monica, I am sure she has entered into the Wielding Stage, with the 4th or the 5th chakra open, as she can wield an explosive amount of power, based on her emotions.

The things I offered for sacrifice at the fight, through the crimson pact arts, were the closure of one chakra, and the loss of sensation of stereognosis for a few days.

Stereognosis is the capacity to determine the shape of objects and guess what they might be, by touching with closed eyes.

It’s not really a very important sensation for me to survive, and I can regain it back within a few days anyway.

But, maybe I should avoid sacrificing such things, as it might not work the next time.

Because, the crimson pact arts is a technique which requires the sacrifice of something you value.

The more the value, the more the possibility of the technique being a success.

However, if you fail, then not only you won’t be able to activate the pact, but also you will lose the things you sacrificed forever.

Which makes this art, a terrifyingly powerful one, if you are ready to lose everything.

Family-born techniques are usually put in the level of Rare-grade techniques, but due to the nature of Crimson Pact Arts, it was put in the level of Epic-grade techniques, which determine the outcome of a large scale battle.

Well, till now, nobody in my Valen Family was able to conquer the true nature of this technique, as much as I did.

This technique itself, made Dorian a mid boss, and destroy many things to oppose Aster, the protagonist.

For now, I should train as the way I have been training for the past few days, and try to reopen my chakra.

Then, the last thing that I saw was a new skill in my status window.

Which was, the Heavenly Art of Mana, a temporary skill.

This was never mentioned in the novel, as far as I can remember.

A temporary skill means, a skill obtained for a certain period of time, after attaining certain conditions.

And this skill will vanish, if the conditions are not met anymore.

I have yet to figure out what the conditions of this skill are, and what exactly does this skill do.

So, I would have to read the novel for a few more Chapters tonight.

Maybe I will be able to witness, how Dorian destroyed Monica’s family, and how he got crushed by the protagonist too.

The morning sun was not far up in the sky, almost at a horizontal plane, peeking through the large ever spread mountains, beyond the Capital city.

The breeze was cooler, due to my proximity to the riverbank.

This river has got it’s own strange story too.

I will narrate if I have the time for it.

I had built this hut, with the help of Dulhard, that bastard thug, as he helped me get out through one of the illegal gates in the wall.

Currently, I have built this one, just at the edge of the forest, with security from magical beasts in mind.

I can travel inside the city from that same gate too, if I want.

For now, I have stockpiled my food resources, from the market place, in another small hut, near mine, like a cold storage.

But the item needed for cold storage was pretty expensive, and I decided to use my own mana for it’s refill, each day, cutting the price in half.

After all these expenses, I still have 13 gold coins, and 53 silver coins, which is more than enough to survive for another month, as well.

Now that I don’t have any main task pending, I got plenty of time, to improvise.

That cold storage needs some more support, so I have to add a few more beams of wood to it.

I don’t have anything to use as a bed, for which I am using leaves as a makeshift bed, so I have to work on that too.

There are many more necessary upgrades to do, keeping the seasonal change in mind.

For today, I would try to complete the above mentioned tasks.

There are days when silence doesn’t feel threatening.

Today was one of those days.

I let my fingers trail through the clear waters of the riverbank, the morning breeze carrying the earthy scent of wet stone and pine needles. Birds chirped somewhere deep in the canopy, and for once, they weren’t flying away in fear of something monstrous.

I could almost pretend I wasn’t Dorian Valen.

Not a villain.Not a pawn.Not a variable.

Just a boy, sixteen years old, surviving off the edge of a twisted world.

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The cold storage hut stood a few feet away—its walls now reinforced with extra beams I scavenged from the forest.

My mana reserve had taken a hit from refueling the cooling glyph, but the payoff was worth it. The salted meat, bread, dried herbs, and cheese I stored inside would last a while.

As I leaned the last support beam into place, I stood back, brushing sawdust off my palms.

Still standing.

Like me.

"I’ll name you," I muttered at the hut, half-grinning.

"Storage Mark One. Prototype Fortress."

No response, of course.

But giving names to lifeless things helped sometimes.

Like telling the world you were still sane.

Back at my main hut, I stacked the last pile of leaves to form a new sleeping mat. It wasn’t much, but it was softer than the dirt floor. I’d even gathered some pine leaves and stuffed them into a cloth pouch—primitive, but close enough to call it a pillow.

"Luxury," I whispered, lying down and letting the smell of pine drift into my nose.

Time passed slowly out here.

I didn’t feel the usual pressure of deadlines or looming exams or quests with blinking red danger warnings.

For the first time since I woke up in this timeline, I wasn’t being hunted.

It was peaceful.

It was comforting, refreshing in a way.

I am a regressor, yet I know nothing about the story.

Hell, I don’t even know myself.

Maybe I was the original Dorian Valen, and after losing memories I have become like this.

Maybe I was from whole another world, reincarnated into the body of Dorian.

But, still I can’t remember a thing.

Yet, I can relax like this, only because I don’t know anything.

Ignorance is a bliss.

They say to look deeper into everything, but what’s the point?

An ignorant man can be as much happy as, a man who knows everything, can’t even hope to imagine.

For now, I embraced this new found bliss in my heart, and continued my work on the main hut.

Little did I know, this type of solitary bliss, would hunt me forever.

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Author’s Note :

Please comment your thoughts, and suggestions, if you have any.

It’s the calm before the storm right now.

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