The Transmigrated Novelist

"So, Master can also act like that just to rob a kiss! He is truly one of a kind!"

"Yes, I never thought that I would see Master acting like that. But more importantly who is that woman?

She has been acting so against Master all this time, and even insulted him. Is she worth Master's effort, and acting?"

"I don't know! She is stronger than us and is quite the beauty! Furthermore she is just like big sister Valerie coming from the outside world.

Perhaps Master likes those outsiders more than us! Still, I never plan to give up on him!"

"Me neither!"

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Whenever there was more than one woman in a place, there was bound to be a bit of gossip. Even more so in a place that was only populated by women, kids, and beasts.

Hearing those words, at first Amelia was a bit embarrassed, and ashamed that she had been taken advantage off from that shameless pervert Roy.

But the next moment she started thinking whether what these ladies said was true. This was the first time that the world wasn't blowing her horn, but actually questioning her.

As a genius warrior woman, and as the daughter of the battle maniac when had she ever been treated like she was unworthy of a man.

It had always been the guys who were unworthy of her, and looked like toads lusting after swan meat, but right now the opposite was happening.

It was quite the psychological attack for someone like her, even though it was just the start of self-doubt for the beauty.

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On the other hand, Roy clearly heard the rumours behind him once he left the place, but he chose to not say anything.

This was a great way to not only lower this beauty a notch or two, but at the same time to start opening her up.

If he wanted to grab her heart, and body, he would have to firstly destroy all her defense walls, and all her misgivings.

With those thoughts in his mind, he once again returned to his tent and started training and cultivating Magic Power.

The two Rank 5 beasts were his biggest achievements these time, but there were also a lot of Rank 4 and Rank 3 beasts that he had managed to put his hands upon.

Each of them had created its own core and had its own special magic power element that had cultivated. Some of those even related to the normal elements like water, earth, wind, etc.

Forgetting about the fact that Roy could cultivate almost every single element out there, these beast cores would also give him some extra special benefits.

Still, one of the biggest benefits that he was about to enjoy at the moment, was especially their blood, that was extremely beneficial for his Blood Arts.

At first, Roy wanted to directly start with the blood of the two Rank 5 beasts, but he shot that thought down pretty quickly.

There was a big problem that he hadn't thought about until now, the vitality in the body of a Rank 5 beast, was nothing simple.

At the moment he only had the body constitution of a Rank 2 Warrior, and his physical body had a limit of vitality that it could consume.

If he exceeded the limit then it was nothing short of jumping headfirst into his grave. Limits and boundaries were made to be broken, but there was still a logic to that.

One could break his limit of running 3 kilometres by running 3.5 or 4 but he couldn't break his limits by running 20. That was nothing more than asking to die.

Roy was in the same position, until now he had cultivated his Blood Arts only with the blood of wild animals, and not with the blood of beasts. Even less blood of highly ranked beasts.

As his thoughts came up to here, he decided to firstly start with the blood of Rank 1 beasts, and then slowly pick up his pace.

Immediately after a crude bathtub made from Earth element magic stood in a corner of the tent, as Roy took out Rank 1 beasts, and letting them bleed dry in the bathtub.

The smell was a bit pungent, and unbearable, but knowing it's importance and reason Roy managed to brave his resolve and not stop.

In half an hour the bathtub was filled with the blood of Rank 1 beasts, and Roy took out all his clothes and entered inside.

Trying his best to slowly absorb the vitality, and the magic particles inside the bathtub filled with blood, but soon found out that he had done the best decision a moment ago.

Differently from the blood of wild animals, the blood of Rank 1 beasts was not only extremely rich in vitality but also extremely potent.

The moment that Roy entered in the bathtub he felt like every drop of blood inside the bathtub was trying to attack his body.

They turned into countless ants, or small pebbles that were attacking every part of his body continuously.

That surprised Roy quite a bit, as the 'attacks' on his jewels were among the worst he was suffering and couldn't help but grimace a bit in pain.

But then suddenly a crazy thought crossed over his mind, he thought of using those attacks on his body in order to train his physical body and try to advance even in his Warrior path.

After so much time of trying to discover different particles, pull them towards himself, and then suffuse them in his body, it had become like some kind of natural reflex for him to cultivate them.

It was just like sleeping, and breathing came natural upon a humans body, so it had become the cultivation of Magic Power to Roy.

It would be stupid from his part if he didn't make use of such a great ability, so he decided to concentrate more on his Warrior path cultivation.

The moment he did so the pain of his physical body increased significantly but he only clenched his teeth without making noise.

In order to train his physical body, he would surely need to go through a bit of pain, it wasn't because it was harmful, but because he was breaking limits that others couldn't.

He tried his best to lower the unconscious barrier of his own body, and let the blood attack him further, as he was trying to understand how the Warrior path body training actually worked.

Until now he had gone with the dumbest, crudest, but simplest way froward. Physical training of his body in order to break through his own limits.

But he understood that his way of training was too stupid, and that there should be a much simpler way of cultivating in the Warrior Path.

Unfortunately even his Master had been unable to tread upon both paths, as he was only a highly ranked mage, so Roy didn't even have his Master's memories to help him forward.

Still, he wasn't that worried about it, as he had one of the greatest Warrior path Arts in Navita, and also his own tenacity. As long as he hanged in there, he was sure to understand it slowly.

Like he was doing at he moment, he was carefully inspecting every small change in his physical body, as his 'sense area' was focused on his body only.

At first, he wasn't able to see anything out of ordinary, but slowly he started seeing signs of a weird energy inside his body.

That energy would always source from his abdomen, circulate around his body, and whenever he was attacked by a drop of blood, the energy would pass.

At first the energy would slowly soothe the pain, then it would start recuperating and also improving the quality of the hit spot, making it stronger and much sturdier.

The same thing was happening all over his body, almost every millimetre of his body was covered by this weird energy, that seemed just like some kind of endless medicine.

What was even more surprising was that it was slowly getting stronger. If he hadn't concentrated his full 'sense area' in his body, even Roy would have been unable to spot it.

The important part was that he did, and what's more considering the current situation he was in, he also managed to relate it to his vitality.

Normally he would say that it was his vitality, but after coming to Navita and learning the specialty of magic and body tempering he didn't dare to make earlier conclusions.

One would say that he had become a bit more mature, and that he was able to control himself and his emotions better, but right now he didn't care about that.

He was only focused on doing whatever he could to slowly touch upon that energy and then try with his best to slowly move it around his body and strengthen it.

Thinking and actually doing something were as far as night and day, and he managed to understand it the next moment.

Not only was practically impossible for him to circulate and control the energy, he couldn't even touch upon it.

The energy was working unconsciously at the conditionality of his own body, and no matter how many times he tried to make use of it he couldn't.

Still he couldn't give up, he had to try harder. With those thoughts of resolve and determination he started concentrating his Soul Avatar even more upon that energy.

No matter what it was, since it already was part of his body, then he had not only the right but also duty of controlling it for himself…