Indeed, thanks to the large horde of Orcs, he had reached four green core manas. He hadn't expected it at all, since even in the green dungeon, he couldn't hunt them at such speed.
He calculated that he would need at least one or two days to clear another green dungeon to reach four core manas.
However, the professors had helped him a lot by gathering the Orcs for him. Of course, now he wanted to see their angry faces in that space after he butchered all those Orcs.
He leisurely stepped forward and looked up at the mountain.
He frowned slightly.
He needed at least four hours to reach the top of the mountain, and he could already tell that the journey wouldn't be easy.
He believed those scum professors would definitely try something to get in his way.
And sure enough, just after thirty minutes, his face darkened when he saw three students ahead.
He didn't know any of them.
He asked in a probing voice.
"Uh… is there something I can help you with? Are you guys lost?"
One of the three spoke up, his voice filled with mockery and contempt.
"I thought there'd be some kind of tough guy, but… well, just useless trash."
Max stepped out from the shadows, revealing a sly, vicious face. He spat in annoyance, then let out a sigh.
"Alaric… He must pay me a red-tier item for this."
Hector rubbed his chin.
"And you are…?"
Max snorted.
"You forgot me? Maybe I should force you to kiss my shoes again so you'll remember what I did to you."
Hector scratched his head, then shrugged.
"Sorry! Your ugly face is way too common for me to remember."
Max smirked—but then his face darkened in irritation. Because, to be honest, he wasn't handsome at all.
That was exactly why he always tortured people who looked better than him. Hector was a perfect example.
In the past, Max had always bullied him. After all, he had been stronger than Hector and was one of the children of a great Clan, just like him.
The Loxley Clan.
Of course, Hector knew all of this clearly through the memories of this body.
"He's just a lowly weakling—too old, left behind by his own generation. Now he's trying to feel strong again by beating up the younger ones."
"What a pathetic sight you are, Max."
Hector glanced around. There was no tracking tool in sight. That only made him more certain that those damned professors wouldn't record the evidence, just in case Hector ended up dying here.
It was also good for him. You could kill them without leaving anything.
"Well, if you want to kill me, I think you'll need more than this."
Even though he was smiling, there was clear irritation behind it. If this had been him a week ago, he would've certainly died.
"I should kill them if I get the chance… they're an annoying bunch of flies."
Hector sighed and spoke up.
"Max, are you trying to kill me?"
Max clicked his tongue in amusement.
"So you remember me now?"
He added,
"Sure. If I kill you, I'll make a lot of money."
Hector laughed, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Guess your father cut off your support. Either way, you're just a disgrace to your family."
Max's face twitched at those words. But he couldn't say anything—because it was true.
He shared the same fate as Hector…the fate of scum.
Therefore, even if Max died here, his family also had no interest in him.
"Don't kill him too early. I want him to suffer before he dies."
Two of Max's underlings smirked and slowly stepped toward Hector.
"Yes, sir. We can do much more than that."
Hector grinned, lightly shaking his head in excitement. His body was trembling—every nerve screaming, instinctively.
His body felt fear.
If anything, there was only one reason this body reacted this way: these were the same guys who had tormented this body countless times in the past.
"So… let me erase this feeling forever."
…
The first underling licked his lips, his face clearly showing the ugliness of a rotten man.
"Come on, let's sit down. I won't hurt you… just break a few fingers, like before."
The second underling chuckled, but he stayed alert.
"Be careful. He's reached four mana cores. We need to work together to catch him."
Indeed, they only had three mana cores, so cooperation made sense.
"Don't worry. That bastard has no combat skills—did you forget?"
"Even though I have no idea how he reached that level… guess it's just an empty shell."
"Now die!"
The first underling closed the distance in an instant, swinging his fist straight at Hector's face.
Bang!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The first underling screamed in agony, clutching his shattered right hand.
Hector merely shrugged in indifference. He hadn't thrown a punch. He hadn't even raised his arm.
He had just stood there.
Well—not exactly. He had moved at incredible speed, yet still seemed rooted to the same spot.
In the blink of an eye, his body had turned to steel the moment the bastard's fist struck him.
Sure enough, using the [Ironhide Combat Art] blessing was difficult. But the key wasn't strength—it was timing.
He moved at the exact instant the blow touched him. As a result, his body became unbreakable.
Like steel.
However, this trick had a weakness. It was pretty passive. He thought that he would only use this trick in an easy match.
But, who knew.
"It hurts…!"
The first underling groaned, his view of Hector completely changing. He no longer saw him as prey.
But it was too late.
By the time he tried to retreat, Hector was already standing right in front of him.
Hector swung his steel-hardened hand like a blade, piercing straight through the man's chest and sending a chill of terror through the rest.
"Rest in peace, minor extra."
The first one fell down.
Ting!
[A blessing has appeared. Do you want to receive it?]
Name: Innate physique
Rank: ★
[Description]: You were born with a body full of vitality and resilience.
"Oh, if that's the case with my stats will…" Hector rubbed his chin while quickly summoning the system screen.
—
[Title]: The blasphemer of the god
[Name]: Hector Jenkins
[Age]: 17
[Mana Core Color]: Green
[Count mana cores]:4–[20/2000]
[Innate Stats]
Mana core potential: Green
Strength: E+→D
Agility:E+→D+
Vitality: E+→D+
Charm: F-
Luck: G-
[Blessing]:[Divine Mimicry][Divine Transmutation][Aharok][Swordcraft of Infinite Evolution][Shadow Stepwork][Ironhide Combat Art][Eyes of the Predator][ Faith of Justice][Physical Cleansing][Sexual Arts]
[Curse]: [Blasphemer's Burden] [The Destined Death of the Blasphemer][ Blood of predator][The Hands of the Killer Chef]
[Color Slot]:[ Bloodstone]
—
''I-It's pretty good.''
The second underling staggered back, trembling. His body overflowed with sweat.
"D-Damn...It shouldn't be that way…"
Meanwhile, Max's face twisted in disbelief, but he quickly regained his composure and shouted a warning to his men.
"Hold him back. I'll cover you!"