My Muscle System in the Mage World

Aur sighed as he lay back in bed, deciding to sleep through the day. His muscles were sore, and he needed time to recover.

Despite the slight discomfort that never seemed to go away, he drifted off into sleep.

Rest was essential for the body to function properly, just as the brain required rest as well.

Although Aur had trained in seclusion and rarely slept thanks to the spell [Tranquil Mind Incantation], which eliminated the need for rest, he still felt the effects of lethargy.

The spell worked, but it could never fully replace the benefits of sleeping.

As the sun gradually faded in the distance, the quiet of the tribe remained undisturbed. Only a slender, shadowy figure made its way toward the most luxurious hut in the area.

"Sigh," Zaya grumbled softly as she cautiously approached the camp. The closer she got, the more nervous she became.

"Never did I imagine I'd see these days, where that cunning old bastard sacrificed my parents and now wants me to sacrifice myself as well…" Zaya felt helpless, realising that no one would come to her aid.

She had enjoyed the benefits of her status as the granddaughter of the village elder, but now, even if she wanted to step back, she couldn't not with the cunning grandpa she had, Zaya knew how ruthless and uncaring was even with his own blood.

"If I can use this opportunity to make the immortals accept me as a concubine, I can turn around and murder my old man." Her eyes flashed with determination and ruthlessness as deep-seated murderous thoughts resurfaced within her.

With measured steps, she entered the hut and saw the youth in front of her soundly sleeping.

"Eh!?" Zaya was stunned as she curiously approached.

"I know I shouldn't do this but…" She muttered to herself as she drew closer to Aur. Just as she was five steps away from him, Aur's eyes snapped open.

Zaya froze, feeling a strange chill run down her spine.

"Why are you here?" Aur asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ye… yes." Zara muttered, unable to form coherent words.

"Leave," Aur said coldly.

Zara immediately turned around with a frightened expression and left Aur's hut.

Once outside, she collapsed to the ground, her feet wobbling.

"I feel like I would have died if I stayed in that place any longer."

With some effort, she stood up, eventually calming down while cursing herself.

"It seems impossible to seduce these immortals. I should try the other one…" Zaya's face twisted with disgust at the thought.

The only thing she was confident in was her beauty, but seeing Aur's uncaring expression, she knew he wouldn't be swayed. The one who had given her the lecherous gaze should be the one to take her.

With determination, Zaya headed towards John's hut.

…

Aur stood up from the bed with a frown on his face. If the girl had taken one more step, he would have directly killed her. Though he was sleeping, his perception was still active, scanning all over the place.

When she was outside of his hut, he could already discern that she was there. However, Aur didn't act immediately on it, since he couldn't be bothered. But since she came near him, Aur had to wake up.

"They must be scheming something…" he mused. However, Aur couldn't care less. After completing these forced missions by the academy, he could peacefully return to his seclusion.

"I wonder why the academy even issued these missions anyway. They are, after all, just native mortal types like cavemen, and without world essence, they will never have a chance to awaken their mental space at all."

Aur shook his head, shaking away the distracting thoughts, and calmly sat cross-legged, taking out two middle-grade mana crystals and starting to take in mana again.

"Still, there is some time before nightfall," Aur muttered to himself.

After meditating for some time, he immediately started training his body once again. Now, the Daily Quest physical training had increased by at least ten times. However, compared to his physique, this increase was nothing to him.

Soon, the moon could be seen in the distance, and Aur quickly washed himself by conjuring a globe of water and bathing with it.

Feeling the cold water stinging his sweat-filled body, Aur closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"After training, washing yourself in cold water is always comfortable," Aur muttered to himself.

After washing up and wearing his black robes again, he looked at the two lethal weapons he had brought.

One was a saber, unusually heavy with intricate patterns, and the other was an axe with an intricate symbol on it. Since Aur's raw strength was greater, he naturally wanted to capitalize on his advantage.

"Too bad there wasn't a bow," he shook his head with some pity. How strong was the arrow shot by a bow?

It depended on how far one could manipulate events, a task that required physical strength. While there were spells that could assist in this endeavor, ultimately, physical prowess was paramount.

That's why bows were even more unpopular than sabers and axes as artifacts, and Aur unfortunately couldn't find any around his current location.

Aur stepped out from behind the curtain and observed that the place was significantly livelier compared to before, with vibrant lighting and bustling activity.

"Hmm?" Aur approached, intrigued by the jubilant atmosphere.

Upon catching sight of Aur's towering stature, the people immediately recoiled in fear, hastily making way for him.

Aur paid little heed to the tribe's inhabitants; in his eyes, they were mere pawns in his grand scheme.

Meanwhile, John and Zaya were locked in an intimate embrace, with John's lecherous gaze roving over her body, exploring every curve.

"Immortal, I hope you are satisfied with our arrangement," the elderly man smiled gently.

As the others busied themselves serving meat and drinks, a group of women dancing seductively in front of John, their bodies provocatively revealed.

John was taken aback when he noticed Aur's presence.