Looking at Warforged's status for a bit longer, Jules pondered.
'If I cross into the Yellow stage, War will get an ability too? Hmm, I'm assuming the first ability it gains is at the Orange Stage then."
Nodding his head, Jules said, "It's alright like this, I'll assimilate with the new skills before going onto the next. Who knows, I might get a skill and a trait next time."
With that aside, Jules moved on to the big guns.
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Archangel of War's Heart [Grade 1]: The Archangel of War wanted to be the ultimate survivor of war, prompting him to search for abilities that'll lift him higher in the midst of its chaos.
This Heart carries all of the Archangel's vestige and more.
Comprehension: 17%
[Skills]
⤷ Blood Manipulation: Grants control over blood. The level of control depends on your mastery.
⤷ Crimson Sigil: A tattoo that has the ability to store blood. Space increases as your sub-stages increase. Capacity - 0/30L.
[Comprehend the Heart more to gain more skills or to evolve previous skills.]
[Traits]
~ Enhances strength and recovery when around exposed blood.
~ Drinking blood can improve body and mana recovery, depending on blood quality.
~ You can release a bloodlust as well as sense them.
- - -
Jules's eyes widened with excitement as he saw.
"Grade 1? That's a higher Heart grade than expected! I didn't believe it'd actually be ranked high."
Hearts are ranked from Grade 3 to 1, and their assigned Grades are usually related to the original strength of the Creature the Heart came from.
Jules had thought this Heart was Grade 2 at best with what he assumed the Archangel's strength to be.
'To me, Archangels are…frauds… Well, I should refrain from judging. The history of this world is assumed to be very twisted.'
Archangels are beings said to be so strong, they're just beneath God, but after knowing some secrets of this world, he was skeptical about them.
'But even though they're frauds, they're stronger than I thought!
Most times, when one gets a high Grade, it either offers many abilities or it gives abilities that have a raw strong power.
Flashing through the Heart's information, Jules was inclined to believe he had a lot to obtain from this.
"It already offers many traits and skills at a 17% comprehension level. The 87% that awaits me is more!"
Jules said that, but that's only if he's actually able to comprehend all of the Heart.
Comprehension, basically, is understanding the essence of the Heart and expanding how much of the Heart's content you can perceive.
The more of the Heart you're able to perceive, the more you'll be able to draw out of the Heart.
If Hearts aren't obtained the right way–through a ritual–they're usually hard to comprehend because of the source's will that might affect the process.
Honestly, Jules was a bit disheartened relating to this, but his hope was that his system, which gives him detailed explanations of his skills, helps.
Jules read his skills with interest; their explanations were direct, so he understood them.
Reading the trait, he felt like War's blood gluttony skill was meant to go with the aspect where blood can now recover his body and/or mana.
This wasn't a guess or an assumption—it was closer to induced knowledge.
"The problem is that once War absorbs blood, I have to completely exhaust it before it eats again."
Relating to this, Jules had a funny idea.
'If I don't treat War well, it won't give me blood, right?'
He turned to the shortsword his mother had gotten him, placed in the corner of his room, its blade donning a cobweb of cracks.
'Ah, I'll have to get it fixed… I still have to rely on this sword for a while.'
Not only is War not suitable to be wielded by his current body, but he also had other plans for it.
Speaking of plans, Jules recalled how he was going to handle the wretches tomorrow.
Then, suddenly, his lips unknowingly curled up.
Realising this, Jules sighed. He was fucked mentally.
Reminds him of a certain bastard he definitely doesn't miss.
'I need to calm myself down. Reflect on what happened today and move on.'
Jules lingered for a bit, then stretched his hand to the original's diary.
'I'll draw in this diary first to release some steam…then I'll continue with learning magic, then I'll crash at 1 a.m. which is in 3 hours…'
Jules didn't want to go through his coming days with an annoying headache so he went through the usual routine he uses to calm himself before transmigrating.
- - -
The next morning came like a flash.
Jules slept a long 8 hours and woke up at 9 a.m. to prepare for the day.
He took his bath, drew and learnt a little more, before Calista came in with his breakfast.
Calista sat patiently watching Jules eat with a slight smile.
After he was done, she packed his plates in a corner and didn't leave.
Sitting on the bed, she looked at Jules as if hesitating to say something.
Upon noticing this, Jules immediately understood why.
He hesitated before standing up and crouching in front of the beautiful lady.
Giving a reassuring smile as he held her hand, he said, "Mother, I'll be fine. Trust me."
Calista bit her lips, then smiled. "I…won't stop you."
Jules was left speechless for a second. "R-really?"
"Yes," Calista said, a somber look on her face. "Freya explained the situation very well… and I see where you're both coming from."
Jules was… touched. "Thank you, mother. I'll make sure to come back!"
"I'm sure you will." Calista pinched his cheeks, then mumbled, "Still, you should have told me before Freya!"
"That hurts, Mother," Jules said, feigning pain. Then the warm embrace of his mother followed.
"Remember if things get hard, we are always here for you. Julie, Freya, Anatalia and I."
Hugging her back, Jules nodded.
"Alright, ma."
Calista released Jules and stood up, saying, "The hearing is at noon. I'll still have my moment with you before you leave!"
Jules chuckled. "I'll take note of that."
Leaving the room, Calista saw Jules's sword and turned to him.
Jules avoided eye contact at that moment.
"You really went through a lot. I'll get this fixed so you can take it along."
'She's so nice!' Jules smiled and bowed slightly.
Leaving the room, Calista waved, "Take care~"
Falling onto his bed, Jules thought to himself.
"On Jules's behalf, on Ryan's behalf… on Father's behalf, I'll get back at those wretches."
In the building Jules stayed, all the maids and other non-awakened froze as a mountain of pressure fell on them.
This… was just a taste of Jules's bloodlust.