My Muscle System in the Mage World

Chapter 120: Vaan: Opportunity to break free

"The master is dead," one of the larger monkeys declared with an impassive expression.

The moment these words were uttered, the smaller monkeys erupted into chaotic screeches, scattering away from the crowd with horrified expressions.

The other monkey frowned upon hearing this. "Are you sure, Vaan?"

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"Yeah, pretty sure that weak human killed him. He even had the audacity to enter our territory," Vaan's large monkey replied, his mouth curving into a smirk.

"Oh," the other monkey nodded with her big head. "So what should we do now?"

"We were initially engaged in conflict due to our allegiance to our master. However, now that he has met his demise, the constraints he imposed upon us will also dissipate," Vaan snickered.

"You go your way, and I'll go mine. When that human reappears, we'll unite and launch a coordinated army to confront him. How about that?"

"Agreed," the other monkey nodded its head, and they parted ways with a particular glint flashing in their eyes.

For centuries, they had been suppressed in this place. The patience they had cultivated over the years was now nearing its culmination.

Finally, they had the opportunity to break free, to live as they desired, and the prospect of freedom shone brightly before them.

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Aur remained oblivious to all of this as he continued on his way, his silhouette moving through the shadows while strategically using a leaf to cover his sensitive areas. The cold wind briskly brushed against his exposed skin.

"Damn it, my wizard robes still haven't recovered yet," he muttered, voicing his frustration.

Since the terrifying fireball incident that had nearly incinerated his entire wizard robes, the self-recovery had been minimal.

In fact, upon closer inspection of the robes, the progress seemed to have worsened the situation, leaving the fabric more charred than healed.

"That fireball was really something," Aur remarked with a bitter smile, acknowledging the cost of his loss.

However, as he reflected, he couldn't deny that the gains outweighed the losses. The spell for the rock skin, a top-notch enchantment, alone justified the sacrifice. Yet, there was more.

Aur had also acquired valuable information — information potent enough to tarnish the village's reputation and sow unrest.

Aur had no intention of being as naive as Sebastian, who would willingly hand over such damning evidence to the village.

After Sebastian witnessed the scene and knowing the truth about the incident that could untie the hearts of the people, did he really he would be left alone?

Even without Hanma's presence, the village would likely either suppress him with various binding methods or eliminate him altogether. However, Aur saw the value in the recorded videos.

He extended his hand, revealing a peculiar stone shaped almost like a camera, with a strange pattern imprinted at the end.

"So, these were used in those times, huh?" he mused to himself. Recognizing the potential, Aur considered selling these videos to other villages. It wasn't just his village; there were four more villages in the vicinity, each similar to the village with similar strength.

Amidst the competition for the resources allocated by the main capital city, a natural enmity had developed among the five villages.

Although all the villages were technically part of the capital city's subordination, infighting among the five villages was exceedingly common, with even killing being permitted.

They didn't care a damn about it.

"Muscle system," Aur called out, and the blue panel flashed in front of him.

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[Muscle System]

[Name: Aur Cromwell/ Auriel

Talent: Future Seer (Major: 0; Minor: 0)

-Muscle mass: 2.39 (+)

-Intelligence: 1.40 (+)

Stat Points: 0

Storage space: 0.82/1 cubic metre

Quest: Daily (ongoing)]

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Observing that his stat points were now completely zero, Aur frowned with a tinge of pity. During the recent attack, he had utilised nearly all his points, desperately seeking more strength with the belief that every iota would make a difference.

Reflecting on it, Aur didn't harbour much regret. What was done was done, and dwelling on the past wouldn't alter it. The chubby squirrel had already found its place in his bag as he navigated the wilderness swiftly, encountering relatively few beasts on the return journey.

Soon, Aur arrived back in his village. However, he chose to move in the shadows, avoiding the prying eyes of the residents, until he located a clothing shop.

Inside the shop, a woman sat in a chair, her eyes filled with pride as she surveyed her collection of clothes. After a prolonged inspection, she nodded and resumed sipping her coffee, singing a song with a contented expression.

~Lalala, oh my sweet clothes, my baby makes me some money…~

As the woman sang, a sudden gust of wind blew through the shop, causing her to close her eyes briefly. Perplexed, she opened her eyes to find five small mana crystals laying on top of the table.

"Low-grade mana crystals?" she mumbled, her brain processing the unexpected occurrence. Her gaze fell upon the blue crystals, some with patches of purple, piquing her curiosity.

"The windows and the door are closed. How did the wind even come in?" she pondered. While lost in thought, her eyes inadvertently shifted to her clothes.

"Hmm, are there any clothes missing?" A chill ran down her spine as she scrutinised her collection. "A male set of clothes is really missing," she observed, letting out a sigh of relief. "That was definitely a wizard, luckily he didn't do anything."

Meanwhile, Aur strolled down the street adorned in his new attire — blue jeans pants and a white half-sleeve silk shirt.

The shirt revealed his veiny arms and the robust physique of his compact body, boasting strong muscles. At a towering height of six feet three inches, he stood above many in the crowd.

With the increase in his muscle mass, Aur noticed that his height had grown taller as well. As he walked, nearly every woman's attention was drawn towards him.

However, Aur walked with a cold demeanour, making his way to the other side of the village where the caravan was stationed.

"Time to collect my prize," Aur chuckled as he approached the caravan.