Born Op
Copyright© 2025 by Traverse
Chapter 7: Training-2
Anthony arrived in a serene plane, there were grass, trees, and birds. He closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh air, then exhaled; he could feel the mana dancing and cheering at his arrival, and he could feel it was the purest form of mana, the primordial mana.
After looking around for a while, he set the time dilation to 1:5, in which 5 years here was a year outside, a timer hung up in the air showing a year’s worth of time.
He then sat down and started cultivation; the speed at which he drew mana surprised him, he kept drawing it like a vortex, it was moving endlessly, he thanked the being for the divine realm, because if not, when he cultivated outside, it would cause a ruckus.
Thirty minutes later he entered F rank, an hour later F+ rank, he stopped his cultivation and was shocked.
In an hour he got to the peak of the F rank, he couldn’t believe it, he checked his foundation and saw it was perfect, his physique passively built a perfect foundation for him, all he needed to do was cultivate.
He closed his eyes, steeled himself, and started cultivating at full force, as he was cultivating he tapped into the knowledge from his bloodline and physique and shared it among his two million compartments, though the compartments still weren’t enough to process it all.
Just like that, time slowly slipped by, and one and a half years passed. He woke up from his cultivation, seeing that he had advanced to the B rank; there were system notifications, but he left them for now, he would check them all when he left the realm, even inside the realm he left a thought compartment to always sign in because he couldn’t miss those rewards.
He could have advanced faster, but the higher the realm he climbed, the more absurd mana he needed to absorb to reach the next rank, because his physique and bloodline were no different from black holes, if he cultivated outside he might be in the D- rank because the amount of mana he needed was way too outrageous, normally after a breakthrough he would hold over 100 times mana for someone in his rank and would also be stronger since he was using primordial mana.
But this was canceled because of the passive skill, Infinite Mana, but he didn’t care.
You might say he has infinite mana, so why train, why not just cast the techniques and skills infinitely, but can his soul and body handle such a burden?
Every breakthrough nourishes the physical body and the soul, which increases lifespan, so he couldn’t just cast them anyhow.
After looking at his rank, he smiled, then went into work mode again, started going through the endless knowledge he had, studying the magic part, integrating it with his body, studying every element and mana from its lowest building block, relating and applying it to his spell casting and mage way of life, but it seemed endless; he didn’t care, he couldn’t just become a god out of nowhere, and like that another year and a half went by.
He exhaled, thinking of his previous life, how he was an orphan, worked hard, landed a job, had no friends, how he died and how he was here with a loving family; he remembered all this, then he stopped reminiscing after he finished eating.
The only rest he got was when he was eating and taking a bath; aside from this, no rest.
After eating, he took a bath, the divine realm had no house or cottage, so he directly bought a house from the system, he came out to an open field, held his sword that his father had given him, and started practicing according to the physique knowledge of swords.
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