Chapter 54: I Just Want Peace!
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Ah, life sure is sweet! For once, Jack was actually taking things easy. In recent weeks, he had been running all over the place… but no longer!
He'd now mostly spend his days raising foxes, in both senses of the term.
It all started when he realized that exercise could actually improve his Evil God Body's adult form. Thus had begun a bizarre, mostly fox-oriented workout.
1. In the morning, they'd play tag. Whoever was caught would be stuck on "Flame Lord Watching Duty", meaning they wouldn't get to play all the fun games.
2. At lunch, he'd raise foxes laying on sticks upward as they acted as training weights, chuckling all the while.
The source of this content is no/vel//bin[./]net'
3. Then, in the evening, he'd visit the Myriad Treasure Pavilion to nag that one Appraiser into teaching him his craft. Officially, it was to buff his Fate Vision, but really he was just curious.
As for when he wasn't training himself… he'd sit back in the Flame courtyard, ordering his minions as an Emperor would.
"I told Aisha I'd reward her back then. Alright, one of you, hide in a box, and we'll mail her a fluffy fox. I'm sure she'll love it, given her love for plushies!"
"Divination fox, come here! I'll teach you a method I just thought about so you can run the business by yourself. Hope you like tarot cards because you'll soon be an expert!"
"Lizzy's been asking for a helper since she's overworked with the Masquerade preparations. I'll send three of you to help; she ought to feel valued!"
"I need you all to collect information. I want to know the movements of the enemies we may have made recently: Guards, Underground, Thunder Palace, and more."
He kept sending his foxes on errands, yet the little buggers never complained. They were the perfect troops, as any human soldier would have doubted him for sure.
There was even a hero that returned to them. He came swaggering back, an eye missing and burn marks on his fur, but still in high spirits.
[Terrorist Fox Has Completed his Quest!]
[Fire Manipulation (D) Evolved!]
[Obtained Fire Bombing! (C)]
Jack was pleasantly surprised. By completing a quest, his fox not only had received a skill, a Terrorist Title (+Destruction), but its stats had increased by a whopping 20% bonus!
As for what had transpired during the quest, it had bombed some Underground sites along with self-proclaimed revolutionaries. That had to be a good thing, right?
Thus Jack just kept minding his own business, enjoying the heck out of life, all because of a specific event a few days ago…
.
.
.
He was training recklessly.
He looked like a junkie in need of a fix as he kept doing reps, staring at his status screen, and expecting to see the smallest of improvements.
"1…20… 50… 100! Just a few more dozens set!" Jack looked so focused, as if raising foxes toward Heaven was his life goal. In fact, he was so focused that it had worried the Ghost.
It was one thing to show such zeal for magic, but even weight training?! If he kept going like this, his pupil would never ever have a life! That's when he felt he had to step up.
"Kid, stop training for a second."
"Can't! If I lose momentum, I won't be able to—"
The Old Ghost extended a claw of darkness, taking the weights away. They needed to talk, and now. After all, this kid was still his pupil, even if mostly circumstantial.
"Kid, you've been running everywhere recently just like a headless chicken. You see one way to become stronger, and you desperately jump on it!"
"You don't understand! This world's dangerous and—"
"Just take a goddamn break and think!" The Old Ghost thundered, his ethereal face showing… genuine concern?! Then he kept going, sighing.
"You're like a drowning man grasping the first thing he sees. Just relax, alright? You shouldn't worry about all that stuff at your age, even if you're reincarnated!"
"Y-You actually knew?!"
"Kid, it'd be weirder if I didn't…."
"Anyway, kid. Stop simply going after random Power-Ups and think about what you truly want in this world. As for whoever stands between you and those dreams… KILL!"
As expected of an Evil Spirit, his stance could only be called radical. Still, it had brought Jack back to his senses, and he had decided to put order back in his life!
"Jack, what do you truly want?" He had mused for a while to no one.
"Woo!" (Pats and meat, Master!)
"Woo!" (Fun and games too!)
Amidst a cacophony of "Woos", all the foxes kept recommending one thing or another. So what if they hadn't followed the conversation? They just wanted to cheer their Master up!
But eventually, he had come up with an answer, even amending a specific piece of writing in his room.
| Great Survival Mantra |
1. Avoid the gods
2. Reject magical contracts
3. Remain low-key as of now
4. Train like your life depends on it!
That's when he changed the Title. Great Survival Mantra —> Great Living Mantra! Then he chuckled as he added a line:
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Ah, life sure is sweet! For once, Jack was actually taking things easy. In recent weeks, he had been running all over the place… but no longer!
He'd now mostly spend his days raising foxes, in both senses of the term.
It all started when he realized that exercise could actually improve his Evil God Body's adult form. Thus had begun a bizarre, mostly fox-oriented workout.
1. In the morning, they'd play tag. Whoever was caught would be stuck on "Flame Lord Watching Duty", meaning they wouldn't get to play all the fun games.
2. At lunch, he'd raise foxes laying on sticks upward as they acted as training weights, chuckling all the while.
The source of this content is no/vel//bin[./]net'
3. Then, in the evening, he'd visit the Myriad Treasure Pavilion to nag that one Appraiser into teaching him his craft. Officially, it was to buff his Fate Vision, but really he was just curious.
As for when he wasn't training himself… he'd sit back in the Flame courtyard, ordering his minions as an Emperor would.
"I told Aisha I'd reward her back then. Alright, one of you, hide in a box, and we'll mail her a fluffy fox. I'm sure she'll love it, given her love for plushies!"
"Divination fox, come here! I'll teach you a method I just thought about so you can run the business by yourself. Hope you like tarot cards because you'll soon be an expert!"
"Lizzy's been asking for a helper since she's overworked with the Masquerade preparations. I'll send three of you to help; she ought to feel valued!"
"I need you all to collect information. I want to know the movements of the enemies we may have made recently: Guards, Underground, Thunder Palace, and more."
He kept sending his foxes on errands, yet the little buggers never complained. They were the perfect troops, as any human soldier would have doubted him for sure.
There was even a hero that returned to them. He came swaggering back, an eye missing and burn marks on his fur, but still in high spirits.
[Terrorist Fox Has Completed his Quest!]
[Fire Manipulation (D) Evolved!]
[Obtained Fire Bombing! (C)]
Jack was pleasantly surprised. By completing a quest, his fox not only had received a skill, a Terrorist Title (+Destruction), but its stats had increased by a whopping 20% bonus!
As for what had transpired during the quest, it had bombed some Underground sites along with self-proclaimed revolutionaries. That had to be a good thing, right?
Thus Jack just kept minding his own business, enjoying the heck out of life, all because of a specific event a few days ago…
.
.
.
He was training recklessly.
He looked like a junkie in need of a fix as he kept doing reps, staring at his status screen, and expecting to see the smallest of improvements.
"1…20… 50… 100! Just a few more dozens set!" Jack looked so focused, as if raising foxes toward Heaven was his life goal. In fact, he was so focused that it had worried the Ghost.
It was one thing to show such zeal for magic, but even weight training?! If he kept going like this, his pupil would never ever have a life! That's when he felt he had to step up.
"Kid, stop training for a second."
"Can't! If I lose momentum, I won't be able to—"
The Old Ghost extended a claw of darkness, taking the weights away. They needed to talk, and now. After all, this kid was still his pupil, even if mostly circumstantial.
"Kid, you've been running everywhere recently just like a headless chicken. You see one way to become stronger, and you desperately jump on it!"
"You don't understand! This world's dangerous and—"
"Just take a goddamn break and think!" The Old Ghost thundered, his ethereal face showing… genuine concern?! Then he kept going, sighing.
"You're like a drowning man grasping the first thing he sees. Just relax, alright? You shouldn't worry about all that stuff at your age, even if you're reincarnated!"
"Y-You actually knew?!"
"Kid, it'd be weirder if I didn't…."
"Anyway, kid. Stop simply going after random Power-Ups and think about what you truly want in this world. As for whoever stands between you and those dreams… KILL!"
As expected of an Evil Spirit, his stance could only be called radical. Still, it had brought Jack back to his senses, and he had decided to put order back in his life!
"Jack, what do you truly want?" He had mused for a while to no one.
"Woo!" (Pats and meat, Master!)
"Woo!" (Fun and games too!)
Amidst a cacophony of "Woos", all the foxes kept recommending one thing or another. So what if they hadn't followed the conversation? They just wanted to cheer their Master up!
But eventually, he had come up with an answer, even amending a specific piece of writing in his room.
| Great Survival Mantra |
1. Avoid the gods
2. Reject magical contracts
3. Remain low-key as of now
4. Train like your life depends on it!
That's when he changed the Title. Great Survival Mantra —> Great Living Mantra! Then he chuckled as he added a line:
Ah, life sure is sweet! For once, Jack was actually taking things easy. In recent weeks, he had been running all over the place but no longer!He'd now mostly spend his days raising foxes, in both senses of the term.It all started when he realized that exercise could actually improve his Evil God Body's adult form. Thus had begun a bizarre, mostly fox-oriented workout.1. In the morning, they'd play tag. Whoever was caught would be stuck on "Flame Lord Watching Duty", meaning they wouldn't get to play all the fun games.2. At lunch, he'd raise foxes laying on sticks upward as they acted as training weights, chuckling all the while. The source of this content is no/vel//bin./net'3. Then, in the evening, he'd visit the Myriad Treasure Pavilion to nag that one Appraiser into teaching him his craft. Officially, it was to buff his Fate Vision, but really he was just curious.As for when he wasn't training himself he'd sit back in the Flame courtyard, ordering his minions as an Emperor would."I told Aisha I'd reward her back then. Alright, one of you, hide in a box, and we'll mail her a fluffy fox. I'm sure she'll love it, given her love for plushies!""Divination fox, come here! I'll teach you a method I just thought about so you can run the business by yourself. Hope you like tarot cards because you'll soon be an expert!""Lizzy's been asking for a helper since she's overworked with the Masquerade preparations. I'll send three of you to help; she ought to feel valued!""I need you all to collect information. I want to know the movements of the enemies we may have made recently: Guards, Underground, Thunder Palace, and more."He kept sending his foxes on errands, yet the little buggers never complained. They were the perfect troops, as any human soldier would have doubted him for sure.There was even a hero that returned to them. He came swaggering back, an eye missing and burn marks on his fur, but still in high spirits.Terrorist Fox Has Completed his Quest!Fire Manipulation D Evolved!Obtained Fire Bombing! CJack was pleasantly surprised. By completing a quest, his fox not only had received a skill, a Terrorist Title +Destruction, but its stats had increased by a whopping 20% bonus!As for what had transpired during the quest, it had bombed some Underground sites along with self-proclaimed revolutionaries. That had to be a good thing, right?Thus Jack just kept minding his own business, enjoying the heck out of life, all because of a specific event a few days ago...He was training recklessly.He looked like a junkie in need of a fix as he kept doing reps, staring at his status screen, and expecting to see the smallest of improvements."120 50 100! Just a few more dozens set!" Jack looked so focused, as if raising foxes toward Heaven was his life goal. In fact, he was so focused that it had worried the Ghost.It was one thing to show such zeal for magic, but even weight training?! If he kept going like this, his pupil would never ever have a life! That's when he felt he had to step up."Kid, stop training for a second.""Can't! If I lose momentum, I won't be able to"The Old Ghost extended a claw of darkness, taking the weights away. They needed to talk, and now. After all, this kid was still his pupil, even if mostly circumstantial."Kid, you've been running everywhere recently just like a headless chicken. You see one way to become stronger, and you desperately jump on it!""You don't understand! This world's dangerous and""Just take a goddamn break and think!" The Old Ghost thundered, his ethereal face showing genuine concern?! Then he kept going, sighing."You're like a drowning man grasping the first thing he sees. Just relax, alright? You shouldn't worry about all that stuff at your age, even if you're reincarnated!""Y-You actually knew?!""Kid, it'd be weirder if I didn't.""Anyway, kid. Stop simply going after random Power-Ups and think about what you truly want in this world. As for whoever stands between you and those dreams KILL!"As expected of an Evil Spirit, his stance could only be called radical. Still, it had brought Jack back to his senses, and he had decided to put order back in his life!"Jack, what do you truly want?" He had mused for a while to no one."Woo!" Pats and meat, Master!"Woo!" Fun and games too!Amidst a cacophony of "Woos", all the foxes kept recommending one thing or another. So what if they hadn't followed the conversation? They just wanted to cheer their Master up!But eventually, he had come up with an answer, even amending a specific piece of writing in his room.| Great Survival Mantra |1. Avoid the gods2. Reject magical contracts3. Remain low-key as of now4. Train like your life depends on it!That's when he changed the Title. Great Survival Mantra Great Living Mantra! Then he chuckled as he added a line:
