Chapter 306: 100 000 Skill Points (1/2)

<Skill Points Rewarded: 100 000>

<Slaughter Points Rewarded: 370>

<Special Reward: 10 Special Store Tickets; 100 Star Points>

Hearing the rewards Leonel was given, everyone who had been looking toward him in shock suddenly went green with envy.

They had all been here when the Merlin Trial moderator had said that Leonel could stand to receive ten times the rewards should he succeed in passing this Random Event. However, seeing it displayed before them now made them feel as though their innards were being twisted with countless little blades.

So what if the reward had a multiplier to it? In order to benefit, Leonel would have had to survive, and none of them believed that he would do so.

Yet, not only had he survived, but he had only returned with barely over half a dozen people. Of the over 40 that went, so little actually returned!

King Arthur abruptly stood, his gaze turning red as he looked toward Leonel.

No matter how he swept his gaze, no matter how many times he double and triple checked… Lamorak was gone! His brother in arms for so many years, one of the 12 men he trusted his whole life to… gone!

He didn't fall during war, nor beneath a siege of demons or the hands of Modred… but he fell to the hands of a boy that didn't even have to be their enemy!

King Arthur's chest heaved, but it had a slowly, rhythmic beat to it. He looked like a beast suppressing his strength, using all of his will to temper down his rage as he stared daggers toward Leonel.

At that moment, an unconcealed kingly might exuded from his body. It was the kind that left those who were too weak stifled. Any lesser man or woman would fall to their knees. However, everyone here was an elite of the elite. Even if they felt pressured, they could forcibly withstand it.

That said… they couldn't say the same if they were the target of this pressure like Leonel was. Yet, the boy stood there and met Arthur's gaze with his own, remaining expressionless. He didn't say any words of taunting nor bravado, yet his presence alone seemed to be enough of a slap to the face.

To Leonel, this was what King Arthur deserved.

A pillar of blinding golden light descended upon Leonel from above. He couldn't bother to care for King Arthur's emotions anymore and could only focus on accepting this reward.

Much like all his other rewards, this recovery reward had a ten times multiplier as well. This singular reward was as good as receiving ten Perfect Evaluation rewards, so Leonel would take full advantage.

He circulated Merlin's meditation technique. With each rotation, he felt his Force and Soul Force become more compact and sturdy.

In the past, even when he sent his Internal Sight into his body to monitor his Nodes, he would only see faint wisps of Force. It couldn't be helped. His Force Nodes were measured in lengths of singular cells. The fact he could sense Force at all was a testament to how talented his sensory abilities were.