Allen pulled a pained face. A 'pseudo-immortal physique' with a skill duration of only 6 minutes and a cooldown of 800 days. Since a year in the world of Mushoku Tensei was about 300 days, that was a cooldown of more than 2 years.
If his healing magic level increased in the future and could heal severed limbs, the corresponding mana consumption would also increase, and the skill duration would have to be shortened even further.
Is this Tryndamere's ultimate?
Allen strongly suspected the system was messing with him.
Last night's [6] was irrefutable proof.
[How could that be?]
[The Healing Magic Sigil slot was given to the host to recover after battles. As for keeping it active continuously during a fight, that would obviously be for a life-or-death struggle. And with the peacefulness of the Mushoku Tensei world, how many near-death situations will you be grinding every day?]
[Besides, the host should consider this: if this sigil could be used freely, and you were to obtain an Emperor-tier or God-tier healing magic sigil in the future, wouldn't that be equivalent to having the immortal body of a demon? Add to that the defensive power of Orsted's Dragon Saint Touki after it levels up... you might as well change your name from Allen to Cockroach. Just skip the game and go straight to the end credits; no one would pose any threat to you.]
Allen spat on the ground, splattering the system text that had suddenly appeared.
"Aren't Emperor-tier and above spells basically useless because of their massive mana consumption and lengthy incantations? I've never even seen anyone use a God-tier healing spell in the main story. Who am I supposed to shake hands with to get that sigil?"
"Instead of taking the time to come out and explain the sigil to me, why don't you tell me how to increase the reserves of my Dragon Saint Touki? You know the current nucleus is only a prototype. I can only squeeze out a few wisps of Dragon Saint Touki to dilute into my own native Touki to improve its quality."
[...Con...tact Orst...]
The text suddenly glitched for a moment. Just as it was about to solidify, it disintegrated in mid-air.
Allen raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"System?"
No more text appeared.
Allen was stunned for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself.
"Ever since I met Roxy, the system has been in a strangely excited state, popping up to interact with me from time to time... That's never happened before. And now it's disappeared just as strangely."
"If it really is because of my phone, it's like it lost its signal."
"But... every time my swordsmanship rank or participation score updates, it's always been timely. I've never encountered a no-signal situation like this before..."
"Strange."
"Is it the world's rejection? A limitation of my cheat? Or a bad phone signal? Or maybe the memory is full?"
"...Not enough information to judge. But it did give me the answer to my question just now. Contact Orsted... The Dragon Saint Touki comes from the Dragon God Style, so it's safe to assume it wants me to learn the Dragon God Style from Orsted... It's still too early to look for the Dragon God now. I need to develop more. If he gets happy and decides to have a heart-to-heart with me, and I'm too weak, I won't even have the qualifications to kowtow and be his subordinate."
"As for the Healing Magic Sigil, the maximum duration for the 'pseudo-immortal physique' is 6 minutes and 36 seconds, with an 800-day cooldown to recover the mana. Based on the combat experience in this world, life and death are usually decided in a few moves. So, a more reasonable allocation would be 1 minute every 120 days, or being a '30-second real man' every 60 days. Of course, this only applies to all-out, near-death battles."
"In a normal fight, I can use it intermittently during breaks or while taunting the enemy to recover. The mana consumption and healing effect would be sufficient. I can also feign weakness to create an information gap and deliberately expose an opening to set a trap with the North God or Water God Style."
"Overall, it's a good leveling-up type of cheat. It seems I'm not destined to be an invincible protagonist."
Allen stopped muttering to himself.
Pause. Silence.
The system's smoke-like text still didn't appear.
He raised an eyebrow and tentatively asked again.
"System?"
The system did not reply.
Allen narrowed his eyes, then looked up at the sky.
"..." "Well then, next up is to meet Paul and convince him to take me in. To participate in the major events, integrating into Paul's family like Roxy did is the best option." "I need to find a way to gain Rudeus's favor. That shouldn't be too hard... The Detoxification Magic Sigil. While not as practical as the Healing Magic Sigil, another skill is always good." Shing! He sheathed his sword. Time to get back on the road.
As the sun set, in Buena Village.
The evening glow painted the white walls of the knight's residence—the Greyrat household—a deep red.
Just like Lilia's face.
Her red hair was tied back neatly, with bangs framing her cheeks, giving her a gentle look. Her black and white maid's uniform was well-tailored. She was currently standing behind a second-floor window, her gaze, through her glasses, quietly fixed on the yard below.
Following her gaze, under the setting sun, two adults and one child stood in the unusually spacious country yard. A beautiful, golden-haired lady and a handsome, tall, and sturdy master had their backs to her, scolding a child who was looking down without a word.
It should have been a very harmonious scene.
If one ignored the fact that the master was using his body to shield his actions, his hand wandering restlessly over the lady's white dress, right in front of his son...
'The Master and Mistress have such a good relationship... so energetic and passionate every night... I can hear everything so clearly.'
At this thought, Lilia subconsciously touched her own behind, her eyelids drooping.
In the yard.
"Rudy, we agreed last night that you would practice swordsmanship with me this afternoon so I could check your self-study progress. Why did you run off and only come back now?"
Rudeus lowered his head, his eyes awkwardly fixed on the grass on the ground. He twisted his mouth and scratched his face.
"Well... I was going to survey the terrain and investigate the plants, and I got a little carried away... haha... ahem."
Paul narrowed his eyes at Rudeus, the pressure of his hand increasing. Zenith, who was standing beside him and was supposed to be mediating, had a vein throbbing on her forehead. But with Rudeus right there, she could only maintain a smile and not lose her temper, the blush on her face growing deeper. The mediating words she had prepared were completely forgotten.
Paul spoke in a low voice.
"Rudy, tell me the truth."
Hearing this, Rudeus quickly straightened his body, tucked the plant dictionary under his arm, bowed, and answered seriously.
"Although I was indeed surveying the terrain and investigating plants, the thought of 'if I'm late, I won't have to practice with Father' did cross my mind. I'm sorry!"
Paul smiled and nodded, then turned to Zenith and winked.
"Well then, wife, you can go make dinner. Rudy and I have to fulfill our man-to-man promise. Ahem! Ahem, ahem!!"
Zenith slapped the back of her wrinkled white dress, then gave Paul a sharp elbow with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
She then knelt down and spoke gently to Rudeus, who was staring at her dress with the clear eyes of a child.
"It's okay if you don't want to practice swordsmanship with your father next time, but you have to tell us beforehand, okay? You didn't come back all afternoon, and you had your mother worried sick."
"What are you talking about! Rudy is willing to practice swordsmanship!"
"Dear, you have no idea what's going on, do you!"
Rudeus watched his parents, their four hands intertwined and twisting, outwardly arguing but actually flirting, and his mouth twisted into a speechless expression.
Hey... you old married couple, still hot for each other, watch your behavior...
After a while, their flirting ended. As Zenith walked away, Paul tore his gaze away from his wife's rear and leaned down to whisper in Rudeus's ear.
"Hey, hey, be honest. Did you go out to flip girls' skirts?"
Don't judge others by your own standards, Lord Paul!
The 34-year-old NEET, roaring internally while maintaining an innocent grin on the surface, suddenly sensed something.
It was the feeling of a snake crawling over his body.
What is this feeling? It's a gaze. Someone is looking at me. And it's the kind of scrutinizing gaze I hated most in my past life...
Intuition drove him to ignore Paul's subsequent teasing and turn his head to look at the yard gate not far away.
A middle-school-aged male with terrifyingly long eyebrows and a sturdy build was looking at him.
No, not terrifying. He just had a pair of sharp, inverted V-shaped eyebrows that made him look a bit too fierce. His hair was messy and slicked back, and he exuded a sharp aura.
But Rudeus was generally not good at dealing with people with this kind of aura.
It subconsciously reminded him of the bullies from his school days.
The bully was stroking his chin, looking at him with great interest.
Their eyes met.
The bully raised an eyebrow, as if he had seen something interesting, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
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