Finding something that could provide potential points for his attribute talents was the only way to shorten the time. However, Garon had no idea at all. All these years, he had come into contact with all sorts of ancient objects, but none of them had any potential aura.
He had also tried to secretly kill wild animals like snakes and wolves, but it was to no avail. This made him start to think again. He might have misjudged the source of potential points.
If the source of potential points was only the mysterious power of the Antique of Tragedy, then the killing in the Totem World shouldn't have increased potential points.
However, in the Totem World, no matter if it was killing totem users or mutated creatures, there would be a lot of potential points. This was strange.
Garon's conclusion was that he should try to find the source of soul energy.
Because the power that increased the upper limit of his attributes was soul energy, just like the Evil Art Soul Seed in the depths of his soul. Every year, it would increase his upper limit by one point. From birth until now, his upper limit had far exceeded the previous limit of his attributes, and had reached the level of 30 points. The upper limit was 30 points on average, which was a terrifying level. However, the Soul Seed's modification power wasn't unlimited. From the original 20 points to 30 points, it was completely silent. The influence and modification power was still there, but the increase to his soul and upper limit had stopped.
This meant that the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique could only modify this body to 30 points.
The thing that increased the upper limit of his attributes was soul energy, so the potential points that increased his attributes by one level should also be related to the soul.
Thinking about the special effect of the Antique of Tragedy, and the special nature of totem users' totem power, Garon faintly felt that things related to the soul should be his main direction of exploration.
However, this world was still an unknown environment. He hadn't seen any supernatural phenomenon, not to mention the soul domain, which belonged to the upper level of the supernatural world.
Waking up refreshed from his sleep, Garon sat up and lifted the blanket. He picked up the cold water beside the bed and drank it. Drinking a cup of water in the morning would help the body detoxify.
He got off the bed and walked to the window, pulling open the light yellow curtains.
"Hey!!" On the clean white street below, a beautiful girl riding a bicycle was waving at him. It was Raffaele!
She had changed into a white sleeveless T-shirt and was still wearing yesterday's waterworn white jeans. She was riding on the bicycle and waving at Garon with a smile. Raffaele's fair and tender skin reflected a dazzling white light under the sunlight. Coupled with her similarly brilliant blonde hair, it was as if her entire body was emitting a hazy halo.
"Garon, hurry up!" She was afraid that the people around her couldn't hear her, so her voice was unusually loud.
Garon walked out of the bedroom with a strange feeling, and saw Jason walking out with messy blonde hair. He was obviously annoyed by Raffaele's shocking behavior.
"Is that why you asked me yesterday?" He glanced at his younger brother, feeling extremely unbalanced. "That girl has been waiting downstairs for half an hour …"
Garon was speechless.
During breakfast, his father gave Garon an encouraging look and gave him a thumbs up. He grinned proudly, exactly the same as his younger sister Vivien. As expected, his younger sister had learned this ugly action from him.
His mother Reese even got up to invite Raffaele into the house for breakfast, but Garon hurriedly rejected her. He drank the milk, quickly shaved off his vegetable and fruit salad, took two more pieces of toast from the toaster, and hurriedly ran out of the house. He saw Raffaele waiting by the side of the road with a bright smile on her face. She happened to be chatting with a neighbor's aunt.
"Little girl, what's your relationship with Little Garon? You came here so early to wait. "
"I … I'm his … that …" Raffaele lowered her head shyly, a hint of red appearing on her face.
"That? You guys can't be … "The aunt's imagination was rich, and she was surprised.
"Yeah …"
"You need to take care of your body at such a young age." The aunt seemed to be in disbelief. "Did you guys really do that? Did you do it? "
Raffaele lowered her head shyly.
Garon walked up, speechless. If he continued, the misunderstanding would only deepen. Raffaele's motives were obviously not pure.
The neighbor's aunt greeted Garon with a smile, and hurriedly left, saying that she didn't want to disturb the two.
"I'll take you, get on the bike." Raffaele smiled at Garon.
Garon looked left and right. Normally, he would be able to see Eeleen and Serin at this time, but now he couldn't see them. He couldn't help but reevaluate the use of that oath.
"Alright." Garon sighed, and sat on the back seat of the bike.
"Hold onto my waist, be careful not to fall off."
"It's okay, you can go, I can sit tight." Garon replied casually.
"Alright then."
Raffaele didn't say much, and stepped on the pedal hard, and the bike suddenly rushed forward.
Along the way, she stepped hard on the pedals, and the bike went faster and faster. If it was a normal person at this speed, they would have been scared pale.
'Why isn't Garon hugging my waist?'
Raffaele thought with impure motives, and looked back at Garon. This guy actually closed his eyes and fell asleep. Sitting on the back seat, no matter how bumpy the bike was, he sat steadily and slept soundly.
"This guy …" Raffaele was helpless.
After passing through a few streets, they quickly arrived at school.
The bike screeched to a stop in front of the school gate, and Garon just happened to wake up.
The two of them got off the bike.
"Oh right, Garon, do you remember the promise from yesterday?" Raffaele suddenly spoke.
"You mean the reward?" Garon raised his eyebrows.
"This is for you." Raffaele suddenly stuffed a small, round object into Garen's palm. It was cold as ice.
Garon raised his hand to take a look. It was an ancient black and silver badge. There was a vague image of a stag on it, and most of the patterns on the edges were worn off, as if someone was playing with it.
"What is this?"
"My grandmother gave it to me. It's an old thing passed down from the past, don't lose it." Raffaele said with a smile. Then, she pushed the cart and left the place under the encirclement of a group of girls.
Garon stood at the school gate, and looked at the stag badge in his hand with a strange expression.
A cool and familiar aura was entering his arm from the badge. It was a little bit, something he was extremely familiar with.
"Potential points?!" Garon's heart skipped a beat.
"No … This little bit of potential aura can't even form a single potential point, this is just a little bit of aura on it …" Garon looked at his attribute pane, and the potential pane jumped slightly, from 0% to a blurry flicker, but that was it.
That little bit of aura just now only made the potential value flicker slightly.
"This is … an Antique of Tragedy?" Garon picked up the stag badge.
In class in the morning, he kept playing with the stag badge. He noticed that there were two girls who saw the badge in his hand, and their eyes flickered.
Middle school students were obviously better at hiding things than primary school students, but compared to an adult like Garon, they naturally couldn't hide it.
"Maybe this thing has some special meaning?" He stroked the badge and thought.
He noticed that Serin and Eeleen were sitting far away at the other end of the classroom. Occasionally, their eyes would drift over and glance at him, and then they would quickly look away.
"Student Garon, can I ask how to solve this question?" After class, the boy behind him patted Garon's back, and handed over a small notebook with math questions.
Garon took it, and explained the question to the boy while watching Serin and Eeleen's actions.
He felt more and more that the ancient vow was a little unusual. In his eyes, it was just a small conflict between girls, but he didn't expect the result to be so unexpected.
At this time, Garon saw the beautifully dressed Raffaele standing at the door of the classroom, smiling and chatting with one of her sisters. Her voice was very soft, and the two of them seemed to be whispering to each other.
Now, almost everyone knew about the relationship between Raffaele and Garon. Even the male teacher who was packing up and leaving gave Garon a mischievous look.
Raffaele chatted with her sister in a soft voice that only they could hear. Nobody knew what they were talking about, but the two of them were laughing together.
When most of the students had left, they all went to eat lunch.
Eiffel pushed her sister away, and walked into the classroom alone, to Garon's table.
"Come, let's go eat lunch together. I specially prepared something good for you."
Garon looked at Serin and Eeleen. They were talking to themselves, and didn't even make eye contact with him.
"Alright." He already felt that something was wrong, and decided to investigate the secret behind this. Plus, this town's ancient and strange custom of women taking care of things outside and men taking care of things inside made him even more interested.
The two of them stood up and walked out of the classroom. Garon was practically led forward by Raffaele.
"The thing you gave me just now was not bad, I like it a lot."
"I knew you would like it. I remember you used to like these antiques a lot." Raffaele replied with a smile, "Don't think that I was just saying it casually. I really have been paying attention to you for a long time. Even my grandmother has agreed to our relationship."
"Huh? Your grandmother? "Garon felt that he couldn't quite wrap his head around it," Isn't this development a little too fast? "
"Fast? How is it fast? If you like it, go after it! Do whatever you want! What's the use of comparing your speed with others? " Raffaele replied with disdain, "This is the truth that my grandmother taught me since I was young. When you see something good, you have to be fast. If you're slow, you'll lose everything."
"Your grandmother is really … forthright … Haha …" Garon didn't know how to comment. Was her grandmother not afraid that her granddaughter would be taken advantage of?
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