It All Started With Lightning

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The sun was setting when William came into his room. William really wanted to relax and play computer games. In reality, however, he knew that he would soon have to learn the techniques he had just learned. A week later he would have to go hunting with Baldur.

Becoming stronger always occupied at least half of his mind.

Now that thought only grew when he learned that he was trapped in a place that looked like a prison.

So he quickly sat down on his bed and took out the copied scroll of the Execution Sword.

The techniques were already done. They had given William the copy, not the original. That was fine, there was no change in the content.

As he read, this technique took advantage of every bit of his interest. It was a very nice and useful technique. For a moment, he thought he was one of the characters from the famous movie in his old world.

In this dream, he held a lightsaber in his hand. Dressed in an all-black cloak, he said "All too easy" after pushing his opponent off a huge cliff.

The corners of his lips turned up. 'This world can be even more beautiful than my dreams,' he thought.

As he began to memorize the paths of the technique, he understood the part that was difficult for people. He had to channel the qi required for the technique through the same paths over and over again. William had succeeded on the first try, but it took a full minute.

Standing in the middle of battle and saying to the enemy, "'Give me a minute.' Couldn't you say? NO.

This was the part of the technique that was difficult for him. To use this power quickly, or even instantly, he would have to practice a lot and complete the circulation path of his qi every time. If he made the slightest mistake, all the qi he had spent would be wasted.

Remembering that he had to practice the Execution Sword for a long time, he switched to the Metal Skin Technique.

The Metal Skin Technique was easier, but his body had to radiate qi through almost all the meridian channels between the muscle and the skin. 'Here is another challenge,' he thought.

Moreover, every time the metal skin technique is activated, it cost twenty percent of his qi.

The only solution was to use it once and leave it active. After activating it once, its consumption cost was very low.

He was able to figure out the metal skin technique in a few hours. He felt that it was harder than the Execution Sword.

His body glowed with a metallic light just like the iron body, but this time it had a more opaque color.

He took the sword out of his dimensional bag. He prayed to all the gods he knew in his heart and made a slashing motion towards his wrist.

"Dinggg!!" The voice he always hated to hear made him happy this time.

His defense was definitely as good as the wolf's right now. If he had been a little stronger, he would have certainly smashed the wolf's teeth with his fist.

Thinking about it, he thought about the training room. Training rooms were free. It looked like a huge warehouse that occupied a huge area in the academy.

He had heard that it was made of gray cast stone. These stones were known for their hardness. Therefore, any student below the silver level could easily test his strength without thinking that he would break something. It contained a lot of things, including various dead target dummies and pillars for power measurement.

It was completely free as long as you didn't break anything. However, there were only fifty of these rooms. The time spent in them was also limited to one hour.

William thought about punching with all his strength since his skin was so hard and not injured right now. This way, he could find out what level he was at.

He had been motivated since he learned in the first lesson that the normal strength required to reach the peak iron level was 10 tons.

The strongest punch he could remember in his previous world wasn't even close to a ton. When he entered the Academy, he was at the beginning of the iron level. Even then, his punch had reached one and a half tons.

Now that he was at the peak of the iron level, he wanted to test his effectiveness as a natural punching power.

It wasn't just about his punching power either. Since he was wielding a somewhat large sword, the strength of his body was also reflected in his sword.

He couldn't go to the training building right now, but he decided to go first thing in the morning.

Finally, he looked at the techniques that did not require elements.

He wanted to call them 'styles'. Because they did not have much function on their own. If he wanted to try the Flame Hound Technique right now without using the Fire Sword, the qi he directed to the sword would be wasted.

The only good thing about the Flame Hound was that it was an aggressive attack style. At present, William only knew the classic 'Swinging Sword'. But in this style, the attacks can follow a certain order, he can constantly harass the enemy like a hound. This style was perfect when there was an opportunity to pierce the enemy and destroy them from the inside.

The weight of the mountain was slightly different. It was more based on brute force. Right now, he could feel that if he used this style while using the metal body, it would definitely be heavy enough to fall into the lower floor.

This technique made his center of gravity heavy by concentrating his qi. It was just above the Qi pool.

If he could concentrate his own qi on the center of gravity of his sword or fist, he would make that part heavy. It was a well-thought-out, simple style. With the extra strength from his meditation technique, William felt that he could definitely fight against bronze levels a week later.

He wouldn't be able to advance to the bronze level in a short time because he couldn't reach the metal heart, but this gave him a short break to both save money and understand the techniques.

After trying all the techniques, he took a short nap. His body had not yet reached the level of sleepless life in the legends. So sleep still sounded sweet.

He woke up again before dawn. He tried a few techniques because he wasn't hungry yet. With the dawn, he went to the training building.

The training building was more crowded than he expected. He thought there would be 2-3 people at most. But right now, at least 10-15 Iron level and above were here to test their powers.

He decided to watch a bit first. He wanted to compare the power levels of the others with his own.

His eyes fell on the man who radiated the power of Iron Level Peak.

He was dressed in silver armor, with short black hair and a square face, he was definitely a character that could be taken out of any book with knights in it.

He had a long sword at his waist, and he moved toward the pillar.

His hands were gloved, and a yellow light began to radiate from his body as he reached the front of the pillar. He was definitely using an earth element technique.

A yellow-brown light gathered around his fist. He stretched out and struck with all his might, drawing power from his waist like a boxer.

"Boommm!!"

The numbers started to slowly increase. It stopped at the number, 8491. Then he pulled out his sword. This time, his sword began to glow with a yellow-brown light.

He slashed at the pillar with all his might. "Dinggg!!"

William was taken aback by his move. 'Can we hit with a sword?'

Then he looked and saw the number '8792'. He was surprised, but not at the man's strength, but at the fact that he could be hit with a sword.

He wanted to try it himself. Ignoring the crowd, he found an empty pillar and stood in front of it. He saw a teacher look at him and nod. William realized that an hour of use had begun.

He tried his pure strength before using any power. The number on the pillar was '9339'. This satisfied him. At this rate, it wouldn't take long for him to reach the bronze level.

Then he put the metal skin on his body and punched it. This time, he pressed his fist harder because he felt less pain. He was very happy to see the number '9911'. He needed another hundred kilograms of strength to reach a strength comparable to the bronze level.

William thought that his strength was due to his childhood training and his father's diet for him.

'The tree bends when it is wet.' This is where the saying should be used most correctly.

William wanted to use all his strength this time.

He drew his sword. He didn't use the execution sword because elemental damage wouldn't count as pure power. Maybe the earth element could help, but that was impossible with fire.

He used the double-weight buff of his sword and the weight of the mountain. He made a top-down slash with all his might.

"DINNNGGGG!!" His hands trembled as he let go of the sword. The reaction power was too strong. In fact, if he tried any harder, he was sure his fingers would split open. Luckily, he wasn't that strong yet.

He couldn't help but be surprised at the numbers. He definitely had bronze-level strength. He hadn't expected that the weight effects would benefit him so much. He saw the number '11961' on the pillar.

William happily left the training building. He didn't pay because he didn't damage any dummies.

He went to the cafeteria and had a nice breakfast. Merlon and his team arrived for breakfast just as he was about to finish his meal. When they saw William, they immediately sat down next to him.

"Good morning William! How are you?" Merlon asked as he sat down.

"Good, you?" William asked, looking at all three of them.

"We're fine too." He said.

He took a sip of his tea and spoke to him as if to thank him.

"William, you really are a great person."

"What does that mean?" William asked confused.

"Your last song, I told a girl a part of it that I remember. She accepted my offer to go out with her. She even said we could go hunting together." He said smiling. He had an evil grin on his lips.

William smiled. "What about the other girls?" he asked.

After this question, the faces of the trio fell. "William, you crushed our dreams, brother. After listening to your poems and songs, the girls went to training as if the god of perseverance had taken over them. They all said they wanted to be stronger, that it wasn't worth spending time with us." He said.

Even Dullan's usually expressionless face had given way to surprise and scowl.

"Hehehe!" William grinned devilishly.

"I think you should learn from them. This is the Academy, after all. Have you come to chase after a woman instead of becoming stronger?" he said.

Merlon sighed.

"Ahh! We already started. We got a mission and we'll be on our way in three days."

"Why three days?" asked William, confused.

"To prepare, of course. How can we leave without the necessary supplies like traps, crossbows, and tents? We are waiting for money from the capital." He said.

William was surprised by his answer. He had not prepared a crossbow, ambush, or trap since he began hunting. The first thing he was taught was to kill the enemy as quickly as possible.

He realized that until now, he had only relied on his brute strength. These tactics might work. But in William's eyes, the targets were often either equal to or lower than him. So he wasn't interested in a hunt with a long preparation process.

Maybe he would need things like potions in the future, but for now, he didn't need any preparation.

He was only interested in crossbows. He had always been interested in archery but had never had the chance to try it. Even in his father's barony, there were only fifty bow-wielding soldiers, and all of them weren't even iron rank yet. Unless there was another secret troop he didn't know about.

William couldn't help but go pale when he thought about his father's secret affairs again. He felt that his father's goals were getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. Again, he threw these ideas into the depths of his mind and asked the question that was on his mind.

"How do crossbows help you?"

Leslie answered the question. Normally he was very quiet. This question would have been of interest, so he joined the conversation.

"Actually, a normal crossbow is too weak for a creature's body. But these crossbows are special." He said. He took a bite from the bread on the table and continued talking. By now, he was used to living in the academy. He didn't pay much attention to etiquette.

"These crossbows are made from the tendon of the eight-legged water crocodile. Its skeleton(Crossbow's) is made of black iron. There are three of them in our entire kingdom. My father agreed to send me one. Thanks to it, we can harm even an iron-level creature," he said.

When William heard that it only worked on iron-level creatures, he immediately lost interest.

What he needed now was a weapon that could damage bronze-level creatures. He was especially concerned about the sword he was using.

While using his execution sword, he realized that his sword had exceeded its elemental capacity. It would definitely melt with continuous use.

He did not want to spend money on a sword all the time. But he also knew that he couldn't afford a level-one sword yet.

He sighed helplessly. He prayed for luck on his hunting journey with Baldur.

Baldur had offered him a two-star quest reward for one barrel of blood for each iron rank worm.

In addition, it would be best if they could find the blood of a bronze-level worm. He had offered double the fifty contribution points for the three-star quest reward for him!

He was constantly praying to reach the bronze level. According to his estimation, he could definitely reach that level in one to three months.

Greed had caught him in his weak spot once again. He took the last sip of his tea, said goodbye to those at the table, and returned to his room. He would spend the remaining days training in meditation and techniques.

AN: You may ask, why did William suddenly become so powerful? For those who forget, a few days of meditation in the worm's body was enough for him to become this strong. Also, you will understand why he got stronger so quickly in the following chapters and you will agree. Yes, I caused you to have these thoughts because I could not establish the connection between these two events. I'm sorry.