Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
Titles
Former Crime Lord
Martial Arts Expert
Murderer
Potion Inspector (Intermediate)
Potion Crafter (Intermediate)
Healer (Basic)
Martial Arts Instructor (Basic)
He didn’t have MP, nor a concrete idea how to gain it. Let’s try to assign free points to MP.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
ERROR:
Free Points cannot be used on HP, MP, or STA.
Kyle frowned, but all hope was not yet lost. Based on his understanding of how titles worked, he had a rough guess at an alternative way to proceed.
Best ask the locals.
“Are there any items that boost the… natural energy of someone?” Kyle asked Damian and Keith.
Damian’s mouth dropped while an excited expression came over Keith’s face. “By Yual, Alvin! You’re back!” Damian reached forward to hug Kyle in what was to be a touching reunion but instead found himself facing the ceiling of the office, his arm locked.
“I already told you to call me Kyle or sir.”
Damian and Keith’s enthusiasm dimmed, and Damian slowly stood up. They were a bit shaken and glanced at each other with a knowing expression. “Sir, Slavin at the brothel has a few types of… erm… artifacts of a certain nature that might boost your lifestyle,” Damian replied with a hint of understanding.
“I understand if you want to let off some steam before the big fight.” Keith nodded in agreement as though the two brothers were wise men instructing Kyle about his destiny, stroking a non-existent beard.
“What the hell are you two on about? I’m talking about using arctech.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. It might be worth a shot to find Ulon’s private stash then. It’s where your current necklace came from.”
“Haven’t we already auctioned or trashed most of it?” Kyle recalled disliking the useless trinkets and ornaments, and when he touched them, an interface didn’t pop up.
“No, those are just the public ones. I don’t know too much about it, but I do know it’s somewhere in the room. Though, it is just a rumor I heard from other gang members. It may not be true.”
The three of them scoured the private room where Kyle was sleeping, eventually finding a wooden box in a bookcase embedded into the wall.
Keith had stars in his eyes, no doubt waiting to see what valuable items there were. “This is exciting! Maybe we can pawn some of it.” He rubbed his hands together feverishly.
Damian noticed the box was neither secured nor locked. “He probably thought no one would steal anything.”
They opened it to reveal a massive pile of junk, all useless trinkets. Kyle methodically went through them one by one, irked at the moldy condition of many of the statues. Soon he held a statue of a penis with stains on it, slightly used. He quickly handed it over to Keith, who had long lost the stars in his eyes and nearly gagged when he held it.
After sorting through more than a hundred objects, Kyle soon found a sapphire ring with a golden band. It appeared to be engraved, but it had somehow worn away.
Magus Ring of Theorin (Intermediate)
A ring from a former wielder of arcia.
+5 MAX MP, +25% MP recovery rate.
That’s a tiny amount… Kyle immediately put the ring on his right hand, and felt a surge of what the denizens of this world called arcia energy rush through his veins like a hit of an exotic stimulant. It was minuscule in effect, but he could already tell his body had improved. He his fingers, noticing the existence of something else coursing through his muscles, though he could not pinpoint exactly what it was, where it was, and how fast it was moving.