The Hero's System: Return of an Extra Villain - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Chapter 11 – Kill Point and Heroic Point…
Completely naked, Lev stepped into the bathing pool. As the tips of his toes touched the water, warmth immediately spread throughout his body. The water flowed past his calves, knees, and then his waist, giving him the sensation that all the burdens he carried were slowly dissipating.

‘Have I lived too long wrapped in dirt on the streets?’

With a relaxed motion, Lev submerged himself until only his head remained above the surface. The comfort of the warm water seeped through his pores. After a moment of satisfaction, he rested his head against the black stone edge of the bathing pool.

He reopened his status window.

[Kill Points: 2

Heroic Points: 1.]

In the status window, there were kill points and heroic points.

The 2 kill points likely came from the total number of people he had killed, while the 1 heroic point was probably due to him saving Madam Fleur.

‘If that’s the case, shouldn’t I have gotten more heroic points?’

He had saved all the courtesans at Dreamhouse Brothel from their destined deaths, so he was a bit curious about how the system determined the criteria for earning heroic points.

[The total number of kill points and heroic points you can earn is determined solely by the Hero’s System.]

An explanation from the Hero’s System appeared.

There was also an additional note stating that the conditions for earning kill points were the same—everything was determined by the Hero’s System, acting as the judge.

[You can only kill your ‘enemies.’]

In other words, Lev couldn’t just kill anyone. Only those who intended to harm him could be killed, and there were additional conditions even if someone had malicious intentions.

[If you kill an innocent person, you will be penalized.]

‘No detailed explanation about the penalty?’

“Then, what are the benefits of kill points and heroic points?”

[For kill points, you can only convert them into Dark Mana.]

[For heroic points, you can convert them to increase your Main Attributes, excluding Dark Mana.]

[The conversion rate depends on how impactful the points you earn are.]

“What do you mean by ‘impactful’?”

The term ‘impactful’ seemed very ambiguous.

Was it the Hero’s System that determined what was impactful or not? And impactful to whom or what?

“Convert kill points into Dark Mana!”

[Converting 2 kill points…]

[You have gained 0.2 permanent Dark Mana points.]

A black-light appeared from outside and entered Lev’s body. Dark Mana filled the Mana Veins within him. The particles of Dark Mana traveled until they gathered in his chest. Slowly, a crest formed on Lev’s chest.

A crest in the shape of a Black Lotus embedded itself firmly on his chest, resembling a tattoo.

[You do not have enough Dark Mana.]

When he tried to use Black Magic, a notification appeared, informing him that he lacked sufficient Dark Mana.

‘Let’s try something simple.’

“Mana String.”

A thin black thread shot out from his hand. Only one thread and it was very thin, but the Dark Mana in the Black Lotus crest felt significantly depleted.

‘It seems I can’t do much.’

“Convert heroic points.”

Next, he converted his heroic points. He wanted to increase his manaattribute, but the Hero’s System informed him that he couldn’t do so because he didn’t yet have a Mana Pool.

[You can exchange heroic points for Mana, but it will only be temporary. Do you wish to proceed?]

“In other words, once I use the Mana, I’ll lose it forever?”

The kill points he had converted into Dark Mana still felt like they had a recovery effect, even if it was only 0.2… It seemed that 0.2 was the capacity of his Dark Mana. However, if he converted heroic points into Mana, he would essentially return to square one—gaining nothing in the end.

Nevertheless, he still chose to exchange his heroic points to increase his mana attribute.

[You have gained 1 temporary manapoint.]

The magic veins within him felt charged with surging mana.

Even though the mana attribute would disappear if he used it, he still chose to do so because he wanted to use it as a catalyst to create a Mana Pool.

The reason the Coming of Age Ceremony was held at the age of 18 was because, by that age, a person’s body and mind were considered mature.

This raised the question: Why not create a Mana Pool in secret instead of holding a Coming of Age Ceremony?

In truth, the Coming of Age Ceremony was only for nobles. Commoners simply needed to visit the Holy Church. The reason was to seek blessings from the main god of this world—Neto.

There was another reason.

A person couldn’t create a Mana Pool alone; they needed someone to guide them… Someone to infuse mana into their body, channel it through their Mana Veins, and help them form a Mana Pool. This was the role of the priests and priestesses of the Holy Church.

In reality, any magician could help someone create a Mana Pool, but it was believed that using the services of magicians outside the Holy Church would mean missing out on the blessings of Deus Neto.

For Lev, who had been toyed with by a god-like being on Earth and met a tragic end, he had lost all faith in beings called gods.

Back when he was living in hiding with Harlequeen, he had once heard her ramble about a technique to create a Mana Pool.

Of course, he was also supposed to be assisted by someone else, but with his Mana attribute points, he didn’t need a catalyst to create a Mana Pool.

He sat in the lotus position and closed his eyes. Even though he was still in the bathing pool, he could sit comfortably because the edge was shallow. He took steady breaths and began channeling the scattered manawithin his Mana Veins.

[You have successfully created a Mana Pool.]

[You have gained 0.001 permanent Mana attribute points.]

***

In one of the rooms within the Razanov family mansion, a middle-aged man sat in a luxurious chair behind a desk. The most striking feature of this man was his unibrow, which remained prominent even when he wasn’t frowning. His fingers tapped on the wooden surface as he read through documents. Behind him, towering bookshelves were filled with ancient tomes.

A knock sounded at the door. Without looking up, he spoke in a calm yet authoritative voice.

“Enter.”

The door opened, and a servant entered with measured steps. The servant bowed his head before daring to speak.

“Sir, the report you requested.”

The middle-aged man behind the desk finally lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes glinting under the morning sunlight. In the silence, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace, he extended his hand, waiting for the report to be handed over.

As he read the contents of the report, the middle-aged man asked, “How many already?”

“Unfortunately, due to the unfavorable weather, we’ve only managed to gather a few. Most of them have taken shelter in hard-to-reach places, and some have already perished due to the cold. However, I’m confident we can gather more next month.”

“Yes, during winter, let them increase their population. When the time comes, we’ll have a more bountiful harvest.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes turned red.