SKILL DEVOURER: BECOMING OP WITH INFINITE MANA

SKY COURT CITY

The next day was class free.

Flint had chosen to go for training.

No one ever visited the gym, because they were all concerned about the mana density and the spells they could develop and practice.

Flint spent the morning using the weight lifts. He practiced and performed sets on each gym item.

He was sweating buckets, but he didn't want to stop.

The bell rang for break period but Flint snuck into the magic practice room.

This was his chance to practice the new spells he had gotten.

“Shadow Bind.” The shadows moved like ropes, generating from his own shadow, before moving to wrap around a dummy practice mannequin.

“Okay this is useful, but I know it can do so much more.” Flint narrowed his gaze, and then turned his fingers.

The shadowy rope-like hands tightened over the limbs of the dummy, and in a quick moment, the limbs shattered.

“Ah–” Flint was shocked, “Maybe too much.” He smiled at the power.

Then he faced another dummy.

“Let's try again. Shadow Bind.” Flint said again, the process happened again, and this time he controlled the movement of the role like hands.

“Okay this is good.” He smiled at the limbs that had been removed from the body of the mannequin.

Flint moved his hands, trying to get rid of the ache.

His muscles had been aching him since those exercises but he wasn't going to stop there.

It was class after class.

For the next two weeks, Flint spent most of his time at the gym, or doing exercises in his room.

He was barely seen for the classes but was able to pass whatever tests and quiz was given.

“At least I have gained a bit of muscle.” Flint hummed, looking at his body in the mirror.

This was a lot better than how he looked when he first regressed into this world.

“I should actually eat something good this time.” He smiled at his progress.

Flint walked to the cafeteria, and got his own order.

He was about to walk to an empty table at the far corner of the room, when someone bumped into him.

The food tray instantly flipped, completely pouring on the floor.

“Oh I'm sorry.” Flint tried to say but before he could understand what was going on, someone wrapped their fingers around his neck.

Flint felt the air to his lungs instantly get cut off.

Was this person a giant? How could they have such massive hands?

“Can't you watch where you are going?” The deep voice rang, and the grip on Flint's neck tightened.

This person was far stronger than anyone he had faced in a while.

Flint clawed at the arm, his eyes were turning red.

“You aren't going to kill a student in public.” Flint was able to mutter out, despite the pain that came with speaking.

It felt like his windpipe was already crushed.

Hearing that, the person released him.

“You are lucky to be in a public place, fool. Next time, you watch where you are going.”

Flint coughed hard as soon as he released, his hand moving to his neck.

Before he could even catch his breath, a force slammed into him, shooting him straight into the wall.

“That should bring back a memory, peasant.” The person said, bursting into a wild laughter, before turning away, with his group of people.

Flint slid down from the human dent his body had made in the wall.

[Skill Acquired: Wind Smash.]

Flint couldn't even pay attention to the screen as he coughed out blood.

“Who is that bastard?” He said through gritted teeth.

Around him, whispers came from the onlookers.

“It's obvious Bale’s elder cousin wanted revenge.”

“Exactly, why do you think that guy was hit purposely?”

“It's the same move all over again.”

“Poor guy.” 

Flint heard everything, anger coursing through him.

Revenge? 

He had almost died.

That guy wanted to kill him.

Was this how the people here took their revenge?

The muscle pain wasn't as intense and Flint was about to stand up, when someone held out their hands.

“Here, you can use this. It'd help with your throat, but I don't know about that ugly mark.” The person said.

Flint merely let out a chuckle, “So you are the potion guy,” he said, raising his gaze to take a good look at the person.

“My name is Dylan.” The person said, assisting in pulling Flint up.

“Wouldn't you help me get you in trouble?” Flint said, rubbing his neck.

Dylan gave him a smile, “I'm strong. No one would hurt me.”

“Even stronger than me.” Flint asked.

Dylan chuckled lightly, “We'd find out later.”

Flint didn't ask to brag, but he truly needed genuine allies.

There was no way he could handle saving the world on his own.

He could have made friends with that giant but now he had to kill that person.

“Thank you for your help.” Flint uttered and Dylan simply shook his head.

“It's okay. I like you.” Dylan answered.

“I don't do romance with men.” Flint instantly said.

Hearing that made Dylan pause but then his face lit up in a hearty laugh.

“I have a girlfriend already, thank you, and you should know her already. Her name is Jolene.”

Flint coughed, remembering the pain he had felt from being punched in the guts.

“That's surprising. I guess you are pretty strong then.”

But in his mind, Flint was starting to make plans.

If that was Bale’s cousin, the first course of action would be to find Bale.

“And then I'd take very good care of him.” Flint muttered.

Dylan escorted him to his room and before they bid goodbye, an information was exchanged.

“The annual class 1A trip would begin in a week. You should prepare extensively for it.”

Flint raised his brow, “How do I do that?”

Dylan shrugged, “Try to visit the Sky Court city and maybe get some weapons for yourself or an armour at least.”

Understanding what he meant, Flint nodded.

“I'd do that, but I need to take care of an important business first.”

As soon as Dylan left, Flint drank the full bottle of the healing potion and waited for the effects to be over with.

He left his room with one purpose only.

In order to capture a prey, he needed more information about the prey.