How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Nothing changed, the blood was still dripping from Cliff's punch... or maybe from his sister's headbutt?

...I originally thought that helping the protagonist get through an event would bring some extra reward experience points or something, but it seems I was overthinking it.

With a slightly higher INT, this amount of magic power is only enough to conjure a flame at the level of a windproof lighter out of thin air; forget about anything like Explosive.

There's a heart-shaped icon with many black lines drawn near the HP bar.

Unhealthy state.

Besides this, you can also see a light green heart icon, which represents the effect of continuous treatment. The health bar is regenerating at a snail's pace.

The recovery medicine given by Beren is effective, but it is indeed slow.

"After all, it's free, so I won't ask for more. Speaking of which, the fact that debuffs from the game can appear in this form in this world is truly impressive, befitting Benor Corporation."

The end of magic is technology, and the end of technology is magic.JPG

It's not wrong to say that human technology in this world was built on the foundation of dungeon magic.

Returning to the original goal—

Who should I train with?

In the game, Cass only needs to grind monsters or click the "training" button and leave it for a while to make his character stronger, but in reality it's not that convenient.

Sirocco's basic physical attributes are too low; to acquire a powerful physique, he will inevitably need to accumulate them over a long period of time.

Should I get an overpowered weapon to grind monsters?

Beren doesn't sell these kinds of things, and besides, he just confessed his feelings, so Sirocco is too embarrassed to ask her, like a cheapskate living off his girlfriend.

Leaving aside overpowered weapons, A-grade weapons are either obtained by farming in dungeons or through chance, or they are sold at exorbitant prices in regular stores. As for causality-level weapons, they are forcibly confiscated and managed by the government, so I have no chance of ever getting my hands on one right now.

"Sigh, in the end, I have neither the time nor the strength to do this."

I searched for some videos of the Sirocco pull-ring watch.

'Developed six-pack abs in 22 days!'

'Intense, sweat-inducing abs boost! Eliminate lower abdominal fat!'

'Dungeon Explorer's Guide (388 RMB), Guaranteed to reach Lv20 in one month'

The "Devil's Komora Training Method" includes rest periods for each exercise, making it easy for beginners to keep up.

...

Sirocco chose one that didn't seem too suspicious and practiced following the video tutorial.

"No, it hurts so much..."

The injuries from the beating haven't healed yet, so I probably won't be able to start training until tomorrow.

The plan failed.

"Stay calm, training is a long-term process, there's no rush."

As Sirocco tried to comfort himself, images of those blond, muscular men flashed through his mind again. How could these guys, who drank, smoked, got perms, and did all that stuff, still have such muscular bodies...?

Just as he was getting a little annoyed, a voice drew his attention: "Brother! Dinner's ready! Ugh! Brother smells awful! Huh!?"

My usually cheerful and optimistic younger sister suddenly froze as soon as she entered the door, her expression frozen.

"Brother, debuting in high school? That's amazing! Is tomorrow the end of the world?"

"If you really admire me, could you please not look so scared? I'm really hurt."

"Because, didn't my brother say, 'I will never go out in this life, I want to grow old and die in my room' (in a gloomy tone)?"

That older brother actually cleaned the house...

Hill thought she might not see sunlight streaming into her brother's room until her hair turned white and she became an old woman.

Hill looked around the glittering room with curiosity.

It's likely that the original owner didn't let Hill see the history of human civilization he had created.

"Little Shiloh~ Time to eat. Oh, you're finally willing to clean the room. Is tomorrow the end of the world?"

"Why would you say the same thing to Hill?"

Mom came into the room too, her smiling face making everyone feel warm and welcoming.

"That's wonderful, little Shiloh. This is so great! Mommy was worried you'd never come out..."

The mother exaggeratedly wiped away her tears, while half-stroking Sirocco's head.

In my previous life, I was already a 23-year-old youth, and at that age, I was still being patted on the head and called by a nickname.

...It's so embarrassing, so incredibly awkward.

"Mom is so cunning! I want to touch my brother's head too!"

“No, he used to run away whenever I got even a little close to him. It was a rare chance for me to touch him, and I haven’t had enough yet. Even though we share shampoo at home, his hair is softer than mine. No wonder he’s little Shiro.”

"Really... Brother's hair feels so nice."

"Alright, you two, stop right there."

Sirocco pushed away his mother and sister who were clinging to him.

"I feel really uncomfortable, smelly and sticky. I'm going to take a shower. Don't mess around in my room, okay?"

"No way! My brother doesn't smell bad at all."

Hey Hill, didn't you say I smelled bad as soon as you walked in?

"Yes, little Shiloh smells wonderful~ Oh, right! After you're done washing, you need Mommy to help you blow-dry your hair. I've already put the towel in the bathroom, do you want Mommy to wash it for you?"

"Hey...but brother, the original flavor is better."

What's the original flavor?

Could you two please stop looking at each other like crazy women?

Ignoring the excited and lively mother and daughter behind him, he bumped into Claude as soon as he stepped out. He grabbed Sirocco's shoulder and said with a forced smile, "Hey kid, you seem to be having a good time in there. How about I join you?"

Is that so? But I can already see your veins bulging, and you have an aura that wants to kill me.

"I'm so hungry, let's go eat. Mom! Hill! Dad's calling you to eat!"

"Hey, wait! I haven't finished speaking! Stop right there!"

Sirocco ran away in a flash.

"Honey?" Mom came out after noticing the commotion. "By the way, did you see that? Little Sirocco is actually willing to clean his room now, and he can talk to people normally."

"Hmph, that kid better never show his face again..."

"Dad, what did you just say?"

"Ah! No, no, come on, Sirocco said we don't need to wait for him, let's eat first."

On the other side, Sirocco entered the simply decorated, cramped bathroom.

The bathroom was very narrow, probably only about 5 square meters. There were a lot of toiletries and other items, and not even enough room to put your feet down.

Sirocco activated the ring gauge, restoring his HP bar from 6 to 6.37.

The injury occurred around 10 AM. Assuming I used the Belen recovery potion at 10:30 AM, and it's currently 1:21 AM, approximately 3:30 AM has passed, or 210 minutes. On average...

"Restores approximately 0.017 health points per second..."

Beren, no wonder no players bought your potions in the mid-game...

To prevent the wound from reopening, Sirocco reluctantly decided to wash it the next morning and just wipe it with a damp towel.

13. Waiting, waiting in vain, Gan

September 8, 6:07.

Before the timer on the ring clock sounded, Sirocco opened his eyes.

Today is Saturday, a day off.

The school specially arranged for the placement exams to begin on Monday, and the new student enrollment ceremony to be held on Friday, followed by a holiday for the students the next day.

The city outside the window was still gray and had not fully awakened.

Sirocco yawned as he entered the bathroom.

He's an early riser, his soul adapted to waking up early from his past life's work experience. He wakes up promptly at 6 a.m., finishes washing up before 7 a.m., has breakfast by 8 a.m., and takes the subway from the city center to the company before 9 a.m.

He hung up a "In Use" sign and took off his clothes, placing them on the wooden shelf in the washroom.

"Phew... Taking a bath in the morning, what a luxury."

Sirocco sat in the bathtub, hugging her legs, water droplets falling from her delicate chin and long eyelashes onto her fair chest.

He already had someone in mind who could train him.

Thorna Taros

He is a judge invited by the Swordsmanship Tournament every year, a former swordsmanship instructor at the National Explorers University, and has 20 years of experience teaching warriors. Explorers on the dungeon front have all received some form of guidance from him.