Transmigrated as a Ghost

After Marcus had healed Alaric and explained to him exactly why he had attacked him, he calmed down.

Certainly, he was used to taking hits from Marcus’ during their brutal training session. But this was the first time Marcus had ever attacked him with no warning and fire magic no less.

“I see, so my magic resistance will go up if I keep getting hit by magic attacks.” Alaric said with a pensive expression and coming to understand what Marcus had just told him.

This was his first time getting a resistance skill, so he had little knowledge about them or the method of training them.

“How long will it take me to get the resistance skill up?” Alaric asked wanting to know how many magic attacks he was going to have to take.

Pursing his lips and looking contemplative, Marcus thought about it for a bit before shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t really know. They just go up when you have gotten enough experience with them. But as long as you keep fighting and training it will go up. My own magic resistance skill is at six right now and it has taken a couple years to get there.” Marcus said, telling Alaric of his own experience.

Of course, his was a bit different than the half elf boy could expect since on occasion he had funneled skill points into the skill.

“Oh, but let me tell you now this skill does not fully protect you from magic unless you are way stronger than the one attacking you. It just helps mitigate some of the effects. Whether it be damage, debuff, or anything else.” Marcus said with a serious expression.

He did not want Alaric thinking he could just sit there and tank magic attack simply because he had a resistance skill.

Magic was typically very powerful, especially with high tier spells. Therefore, he wanted to make sure to hammer the point now that Alaric should always try to block or dodge any magic attacks no matter how weak they seemed.

“Now go ahead and hit me with your strongest spell. That way I can show you what it looks like when magic resistance completely negates a spell.”

Looking a bit hesitant Alaric did not want to use such a powerful attack, but quickly remembered how he had never seen Marcus get hurt once in all their time training together.

Stepping back, Alaric readied his staff and began the chant for the strongest spell he currently knew.

Listening to it, Marcus had a somewhat nostalgic smile on his face as he remembered the first time he saw this spell.

“Rime flower.”

In an instance a large flower made of beautiful blue ice opened up around Marcus and then slammed shut.

There was a loud crashing sound of the ice smashing against itself and the tier four ice magic spell completely engulfed Marcus.

For a moment he was fully hidden inside the ice that would not only crush its target but freeze them to cease any possible resistance.

Yet in the next instance it cracked apart and shattered.

Alaric looked at Marcus in awe as small ice crystals fell all around him from the spell that had completely failed to break through his resistance.

“That was pretty good. I think if you were about twenty levels higher that would have hurt me just a little bit if I offered no resistance.” Marcus said to Alaric.

Hearing this the young boy was only reaffirmed of how much stronger Marcus was compared to him.

“Will I ever be able to catch up with you?” Alaric said with a look that was getting close to despair.

He had already worked really hard to get stronger and he had gotten good results, but Marcus was still so far away that Alaric could not even gage the distance between them.

“Yeah, if you keep at it you will catch up to me. I may be a higher level right now, but it gets much harder to level up as you go. Not only are there less beasts and monsters to fight that are around my level but also the exp I need is a whole lot more now. Unless I am in a truly deadly fight against a powerful opponent many levels higher than me it takes quite a while to reach the next level. Anyway, my power is honestly not that impressive.”

With a look of befuddlement Alaric could not believe that there were people out there that much stronger than Marcus was. He just seemed so insurmountable.

Naturally Alaric asked him about this, and Marcus decided to tell him about the crazy powers he had seen people use that were in the upper eighties and even above level ninety.

“They have attacks and powers that allow them to spilt the sky and earth for dozens of miles. I imagine that all of Borealia would be destroyed in a day if the two strongest people I have ever seen decided to attack it.” Marcus said while looking off into the distance.

He remembered the truly devastating power that both Boreas and Jaela had used during the fight against the Doomsday Worm.

Even his most powerful attack that he had used by falling from the top of the atmosphere, using dozens of buff spells, and activating all of his strongest skills had only amounted to the same power as normal attacks from those two.

“Irene, is Borealia in danger!?” Alaric said with a look of fear in his eyes.

Of course, it was natural that he was a bit afraid when Marcus told him there were people out there that could destroy his home in just a single day.

“Oh, there is no need to worry about that. They are on our side; I was just using destroying the kingdom as an example of their power. I suppose I should have compared them to something else.” Marcus said with a introspective expression as he thought of a less terrifying way to evaluate Boreas and Jaela’s power.

Though after saying this, he noticed that they had been talking and experimenting for quite a while and that Alaric seemed to be forcing himself to stay awake.

“Go ahead and get some rest. It is important to be in your best condition so that you do not make mistakes. We can always talk about this stuff more later.” Marcus said to Alaric and urging him to go to bed.

Nodding his head, Alaric headed back to his tent as he felt fatigue coming over him now that they were no long discussing a topic that had his full attention.

Upon waking up Alaric felt refreshed and continued his exploration and hunting in the snowy hill area of the dungeon.

Hearing everything that Marcus had told him, he had decided he wanted to get strong enough so that he could protect his home from even people like those Marcus had told him about yesterday.

This coupled with his new skill had Alaric moving at a breakneck pace and easily dealing with any of the monsters and beasts that showed up on the fringes of the area they were in.

‘I think it might be time to move further in. Out here we are not going to come in contact with anything higher than thirty expect on very rare occasions. And with where he is now that is just not going to cut it anymore.’