Era of Players: Death God

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Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Regular

Level 37

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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☆Stats☆

Mana: 80

Strength: 95

Intelligence: 74

Dexterity: 95

Luck: 70

Stat Points: 0

Coins: 3060G

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☆Skills☆

Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art}

Exclusive Skill: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death}

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☆Runes ☆

{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}

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"No complaints, just 3 additional levels and I'll ascend to the next rank," muttered Noah as he allocated the ten stat points. He invested 6 in strength, 3 in dexterity to balance it out, and finally allocated the remaining points to Mana, bringing it to a solid 80.

"Typically, I would continue grinding to swiftly attain level 40, but I'll temporarily delay that plan. Right now, I need to enhance my connection and improve my skill proficiency, so I'll utilize the remaining days for training." After a brief period of contemplation, Noah reached this conclusion and felt it was the right choice. Stay updated with NovelFire _emp _yr.

Instead of solely focusing on leveling up, he understood the importance of honing his skills. He resolved to train each of his abilities, prioritizing the ones with growth potential.

"I must dedicate myself to mastering my newly acquired sword skill: Fangs of Insanity!"

Noah reached for his phone, once more attempting to contact his father. However, just as before, his efforts proved futile, leaving him with a heavy sigh.

"He's probably occupied with something important," Noah mused to himself. Determined to pass the time, he unlocked his phone, searching for a new game to download. With the game successfully installed, he indulged in playing it while munching on a few cookies. His goal was simple: to keep himself entertained until he inevitably grew sleepy once more.

The new day Noah woke up doing his usual routine before heading to the training ground. He stretched his muscles, feeling a sense of excitement and determination. As he got ready, he grabbed his training gear and a bottle of water, knowing that today would be a day of hard work and progress.

Noah arrived at the training ground, greeted by the sound of students pushing their limits and coaches giving instructions. He joined the others.

The training session began with a series of warm-up exercises, designed to prepare their bodies for the intense workout ahead. Noah focused on each movement, feeling the burn in his muscles and the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

As the warm-up concluded, Alderman the teacher divided them into different groups, each focusing on specific skills and drills. Noah's group was assigned to work on agility and speed. They weaved through cones, sprinted across the field, and practiced quick changes in direction. Noah pushed himself to the limit, determined to improve his performance and surpass his previous records.

After the agility drills, they moved on to strength and conditioning exercises. They lifted weights, performed squats and lunges, and engaged in various resistance training activities. Noah could feel his muscles getting stronger with each repetition, knowing that this would translate into better performance on the field.

The training session continued with skill-specific drills. Noah practiced his shooting technique, honed his passing accuracy, and worked on his defensive skills. He listened attentively to the Alderman' feedback, eager to make adjustments and fine-tune his abilities.

The initial day of training unfolded in this manner. From the second day onward, Noah directed his attention towards honing his abilities, guided by Alderman. As the days slipped by, today arrived with Noah's intention to practice his swordsmanship, specifically the formidable Fang of Insanity. However, he was not the sole participant in this endeavor.

Noah touched his sword's sheath, facing Alderman at the center of the training ground.

"What made you want to do that, teacher Alderman?"

"I have to warm myself up from time to time to avoid getting rusty. And…"

Alderman grinned and unsheathed his sword.

"It saddens me to see my student being so dejected from having all his sparring partners run away."

The reason the training ground was empty except for three people was simply because the other students were running away from Noah, they didn't want to get beaten up like the past 3 days in guise of training, Noah fight like a madman.

"I see."

Noah nodded and drew his sword.

'He really has a pure heart.'

Alderman certainly disliked annoying things, but he cared for his students more than that. It seemed like he was there to help him with pure intentions, without any second thoughts.

'This is an opportunity to greatly raise the proficiency of the Fangs of Insanity at once.'

Alderman was at a way higher level than him as a swordsman. Sparring against him would not only allow to greatly raise the proficiency of the Fangs of Insanity, but also increase his overall abilities.

"It's a shame that we have only one spectator, but shall we start?"

"I agree."

They both looked at Lilith, who was standing in the middle.

"Begin."

Upon registering their gazes, Lilith nodded and raised her hand then lowered it.

"Hah!"

Noah grit his teeth and kicked the ground. Surrounding his body with mana, he applied the principles of the Fangs of Insanity to swing his sword.

It cut through the atmosphere like a sawtooth cutting into a tree.

"Wow, you've gotten a lot better little Noah."

Alderman had admiration in his voice as he slashed. The green energy spread out in a round shape to decorate the air.

Clang!

The ferocious strike of the Fangs of Insanity and Alderman's soft energy clashed against each other.

'This is…'

Noah narrowed his eyes. Alderman was subduing the power of his attack without deflecting or blocking it.

It was really outstanding how he managed to subdue the ferocious strike of the Fangs of Insanity.

"Are you curious?"

His teacher smiled, swinging his sword shining in dark green.

Noah couldn't help but nod frantically.

"This swordsmanship controls the opponent's attack by spreading out a bunch of thin aura blades. There are many ways of facing a sword with a sword. You can think of methods using the opponent's sword instead of your own."

"I see."

Noah nodded and sharpened his blade containing principles of the Fangs of Insanity even further and thrust.

At the same time, he prepared for the next technique. It was the first form of the Fangs of Insanity, Flowing Stab.

A series of powerful attacks were directed at Alderman.

Slam!

Alderman lowered his posture and held his sword diagonally to focus on defense.

'That's convenient for me.'

Light sparkled in Noah's eyes. Since the Fangs of Insanity was extremely good at dealing with a defensive opponent, he had a fair chance of winning the match.

Clang!

He used every technique of Fangs of Insanity in order to pierce through Alderman's defense.

Powerful attacks exploded like a huge wolf gnawing on its prey, but his teacher's defense was like an unbreakable iron wall.

"Tsk!"

Noah bit his lip feeling annoyance. He couldn't find any openings despite having used every technique.

"Does it feel stifling?"

Alderman's smile could be seen between the clashing swords.

"The Intuition Sword you've learned upon reaching the completion stage in the Basic Swordsmanship skill is extremely powerful. It can easily break through other swordsmanship despite the low proficiency you have in it.''

Of course he was talking about the Intuition Sword. Naoh had been relying on this to win most of his fights, unconsciously and consciously, it was only recently he started to rely on it.

''However, it's too biased!" Alderman added.

"Keuh!"

Alderman twisted his wrist. The powerful reaction bounced Noah backwards.

"Hmm…"

Clearing up Alderman's energy that was entwined with his sword, Noah regained his posture.

"An intuition sword is a technique relying on intuition, just like its name implies. However, that doesn't mean that you should stop thinking. It's especially important to keep thinking as you swing your sword with your technique. Try thinking about why it's named like that."

"Name? What do you mean?"

"I've told you enough. You shouldn't ask me to feed you everything."

Alderman shrugged his shoulders.

"Haa…"

Noah exhaled roughly and nodded.

'He is right.'

If he kept relying on his teacher, he wouldn't be able to do anything on his own. Since he already received a hint, he needed to think and act by himself.

'Name, Name…'

Even though the power grew stronger and stronger as he used the Fangs of Insanity recently, he felt like his thoughts kept getting simpler.

He was full of desire to stab his sword through his opponent's opening.

'It was the same just now.'

The spar ended while he was trying to thrust his sword at the opening Alderman had created. He wouldn't be able to grow like that.

"I think I need to try a bit more."

"Alright, come at me."

Alderman smiled and wagged his four fingers.

"Haap!"

He inhaled deeply and kicked the ground. He thrust his sword at his teacher, who was still maintaining his defensive posture.