Climbing the Tower to Be a God With 10x Gacha System

"Well done, James," Vlad said. James fell to his knees and, with sweat dripping from his head to the floor, he barely looked up and looked at his old ancestor one more time.

All the Titans and Chaos-Borns watching the scene were thinking the same thing as James:

"So this is Vlad Black, the first of the Black bloodline, perhaps the purest since Desmond. The child of the God Killer."

"I'm not sure I can do all that you say, my ancestor, I barely managed to spin my aura and there wasn't even any magic involved," James said, his words were very matter of fact, it was only with that gesture that he was pinned to his knees.

"Did you think you were going to become a master with your first move, James? What we are doing now is combining my father's sword art with magic, you will hardly feel the magic itself until you have done it a hundred times. Remember, one drop will make a watermark but hundreds of them can fill a bucket." Vlad replied the truth in his words was enormous.

After all, James had been consistently successful in whatever he had ever tried his hand at, and of course, he wanted to be a quick success in this business. There was no way he could do that, and he was only now realising that reality.

He had only just learnt how to spin his aura around a little bit inside his body instead of releasing it from his body, and it was difficult for him to understand how to do that, let alone how to combine his aura and magic.

Of course, his aura could possess the magic he possessed, but that was only when James was releasing his aura outward, releasing both his aura and the energy in his body, the mana, giving him the power to use magic and aura at the same time.

But what Vlad wanted to do was different. Vlad wanted to perfect the young boy in front of him, James, he wished to raise him to a higher level than his father's greatness.

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His use of aura and then his use of magic had to be so perfect that he could do everything in Vlad's imaginary story in a matter of seconds. His power had to build so quickly that even at his worst, he had to be able to do it with the last bits of aura and magic left in every cell of his body.

This was exactly what James Vlad wanted to create.

Get up and do it again, you've got the basics down, even if you can't put it into practice yet, you have to do it until you pass out to become perfect. Vlad suddenly said, and James, who was still breathing deeply at these words, looked at him.

He didn't even have the strength to get up and take a step, he was broken, there was no pain in his body, but every muscle was hurting and he felt the pressure of his heartbeat in all his veins.

"I don't have the energy to move, even if I knew what to do," James said, and then he heard Vlad's calm but deep voice:

"Is that what you're going to say when it's your family you have to go back to on the battlefield? Wasn't it Nemesis who woke you up in that cauldron of poison? Stand up and do what I have taught you again, this is only the first stage of the piercing style. There is another style of piercing you will learn, a style based solely on the aura." the-place-MVLeMpYr

At Vlad's words, James was surprised to learn that one of the three main styles he was going to learn, the slashing style, was divided into two, he had not expected to find such information. He told himself that it was time to learn all the styles now and get stronger and use them to improve in battle.

Vlad was clever though, he could see what James was thinking with a single glance and then said, "First things first young boy, now get started.".

James had somehow managed to get to his feet, he didn't know how.

He had pulled Clarent back and stopped on that move he had made to pierce something, to pierce something, in short, to destroy, and he was about to start spinning his aura when suddenly Vlad's words were heard:

"Keep your feet firmly on the ground. You rely on your speed and that's why you look ready to attack or ready to dodge, but that's a weakness, James, keep your feet firmly on the ground and let the ground help you as you rotate your aura in every cell, you will be less tired of sure."

James closed his eyes as soon as he heard these words and began to use the entire sole of his foot instead of the tips of his toes to make his stance more stable.

As soon as he started to rotate his aura, he discovered that he was indeed expending much, much less energy than before.

As he was used to radiating his aura outwards he was unable to stop it completely and this caused a slight slowing down, although compared to earlier times he still had an incredibly small amount of aura radiating outwards.

However, James began to save himself for when he felt he was ready, a second, two seconds, half a minute passed and then he opened his eyes and thrust the sword forward intending to use it to slice Clarent.

"SWOOSH!"

It sounded as if the air had been cut off.

The aura was nowhere to be seen, and even when James opened his eyes, there was no sign or glow of any kind.

"What happened?" James asked and Vlad heard him and said, "What do you mean what happened? You failed," was Vlad's reply.

James couldn't understand what he had done wrong when he looked at Vlad he realised he wasn't going to get any answer and then he started to think, after all, he had just repeated what he had just done.

He swirled the aura that was constantly moving around inside his body, after only a few seconds he looked at Clarent with the sword in his hand and then asked, "I forgot to add my aura to the sword, didn't I?"

Throughout the entire 150th floor, all the Titans and Chaos-Borns could be heard in the hall, each of them tapping their hands on the back of their faces.

Not only James, but even the high gods and titans seemed to have forgotten about it, as they were strangely excited, and the fact that everyone was stupid seemed to raise the issue of how they were still alive.