Supreme Devil Lord: I Can Refine All Energy-Chapter 61: Result Of First Tempering

[Name: Eric Valtharion]

Age: 18

Race: Half Devil

Bloodline: **** (Dormant)

Cultivation: Novice (Grade One)

Refined Energy: 219.5—>205

Physical Attributes

>Strength: 21—>25

>Agility: 19—>22

>Defense: 13—>16

>Vitality: 17—>20

>Dexterity: 13—>15

>Stamina: 20—>23

>Battle Power: 11—>13

[Skills: Essence Harmonization Technique (Basic), Inspect (Basic), Hundred Tempering Body Refinement Technique (Basic)]

Eric’s eyes flashed with delight when he saw that his stats, except for dexterity that increased by just two points, had increased by three points while the strength increased by four.

’Just two, huh?’ He thought, looking at his battle power.

’System, if I knew how to fight well and had trained in a few battle techniques, with my current stats, what would my battle power have been?’ He asked,

[That would vary on how well you could fight, how much mastery you had over your battle techniques, and how many battle techniques you had, host. But let’s assume you were an average fighter, had one battle technique that you had average mastery of, then your battle power should have been around 20.] The system responded.

’I see. So, I really need to learn both.’ Eric nodded in thought. ’I’ll focus on them after dealing with Paul.’

Deciding this, he opened his eyes, or more accurately, tried to, but couldn’t because the impurities his body had expelled had forced a thick layer over his body.

Realizing this, he sighed in relief, ’Good thing I didn’t wear my clothes.’

After that he raised his hands and wiped his face enough so he could see. He then stood up and walked toward the bathroom. Because the layer of impurities had hardened on his body, he felt uncomfortable while moving.

Entering the bathroom, he noticed more than half of the bucket was still filled with water. Seeing this, a smile appeared on his face. He understood Rosalie had woken up, and after seeing he was covered in impurities, she only used a minimal amount of water to clean herself.

For a moment, he wondered why she didn’t wipe his face this time, but realized she must have seen he was barely able to focus on cultivating due to the pain, and therefore she feared distracting him.

He looked down at himself and muttered, "This much water isn’t going to be enough. Tsk! I have to waste more refined energy."

...

After a half-hour-long scrubbing session, he managed to get rid of the impurities and stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed.

Immediately, he saw Rosalie standing there with his clothes, neatly folded in his hands.

"Here, my lord." She handed him the clothes, her gaze down and a scarlet blush on her face.

He noticed her sneaking glances at his body, which made him chuckle.

"No need to be shy. Look freely if you want."

He wasn’t as insecure about his body now, even though he only had a thin layer of muscles over his bones.

Why?

Firstly, because he was no longer sickly pale and his skin was now bright and healthy. Secondly, because his body was filled with strength, no longer was he weak. These two gave him confidence to show his body without feeling uncomfortable.

Rosalie ducked her head in embarrassment, but she couldn’t resist looking at him up and down.

"You—You are handsome, my lord." She couldn’t help but say. Inwardly, she was feeling astonished because of his transformation. She remembered when she met him yesterday; even though he didn’t look ugly despite his skinny body and unhealthy pallor, he looked average. But now, he could be counted among the handsome boys.

’Once he gains some muscles, he would look even more handsome.’ She thought, ’No wonder everyone who cultivates looks better than ordinary people.’

She unconsciously touched her face. She knew she looked older than her age. ’I hope he doesn’t get bored of me too soon.’

Seeing her unconscious action, Eric guessed what she was thinking and said with a grin, "Just do your best to satisfy me just like you did earlier, and who knows, maybe I will help you look better."

Saying this, while Rosalie looked at him in surprise, he grabbed his clothes and started dressing up.

Rosalie’s heart started beating faster. Be it man or woman, everyone wanted to look their best, and this was especially true for women. So, she also wanted to look better, especially now that she had to keep him interested in her.

But this wasn’t the reason why her heartbeats increased. It happened because she thought he was perhaps telling her he could help her become a warrior. Of course, the chances of this were abysmally low because he most likely was saying he would buy her those beauty potions, but since there were chances of the former, no matter how minuscule, it ignited a small flame of hope in her heart.

Just like everyone else in the slums, when she was young, she had also dreamt about becoming a warrior, but as she grew older and the reality hit her, she gave up the notion. But now...

She hurriedly took a deep breath and calmed down. ’Let’s not get my hopes high. I should focus on my survival under him. All else, I’ll think after everything stabilizes.’

Eric nodded in satisfaction seeing this. He had purposely spoken vaguely. Though she didn’t show any sign of despairing and losing her motivation to live, he wanted to give her something more to live for, a hope so she wouldn’t feel her life was going to be as bland as before. Besides, if she had some motivation, she would strive to perform better to please him.

He then took a step forward and lowered his head beside her neck. While Rosalie stiffened, he sniffed before smacking her on the ass, "Go, take a bath again and get rid of the smell properly."

"But my lord—"

"Just go. I left enough water for you." He interrupted her before pushing her toward the bathroom.

Rosalie had no choice but to obey despite feeling suspicious. The fact that he managed to clean himself with just half the bucket of water had already surprised her, but now he was saying there was more.

When she entered the bathroom and saw the bucket completely filled, her eyes widened in surprise. ’Did he bring it from outside?’

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she denied it. When he stopped cultivating, she had noticed it and therefore knew he had directly entered the bathroom.

’Don’t tell me...’ Her eyes widened in shock.