A Veteran of Infinite Buffs - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

Gasps of admiration rippled through the Shamans as golden light flowed from my body.
“G-golden light!”
“Ritual Chief! This color!”
I understood that this golden hue was far from ordinary.
My power wasn’t merely golden—it shimmered with an ethereal luminescence.
Yet I remained ignorant of what this power truly signified.
Since yellow symbolized swiftness and sensory expansion, I wondered if this might manifest superior effects built upon those foundations.
“…A Shaman of Gold has been born in our village.”
The Ritual Chief’s words drew every eye upon me.
He clearly possessed knowledge regarding my power.
“A Shaman of Gold. That was one of the legends passed down from our ancestors.”
The moment the word “legend” entered the conversation, everything became extraordinary.
Legends ranked just below myths in the hierarchy of power.
Performance was already guaranteed.
“My master once told me this: unlike us who commune with mystical entities and borrow their strength, a Shaman of Gold commands thousands, tens of thousands of mystical beings.”
The phrase “commands mystical beings” echoed through my mind.
Was this golden power the ability to tame mystical entities?
If that were true, it would certainly be an extraordinary ability.
“Ritual Chief! Surely the Royal Court wouldn’t remain idle if such a Shaman existed!”
The worried question from the other Shamans deepened the Ritual Chief’s expression.
“…What could they do if they couldn’t remain idle?”
The Ritual Chief’s demeanor remained resolute.
Rather, it was filled with conviction.
“If this person is truly a Shaman of Gold, the Kingdom’s power could never oppose them.”
The atmosphere emanating from the Ritual Chief felt ominous.
In our previous conversation, there was concern about the Royal Court’s dispatch, but it seemed he had harbored far deeper hostility.
“Please calm yourself, Ritual Chief. I have no intention of opposing the Kingdom at this time. I don’t even know how to properly use shamanic arts yet.”
Thus I left room for negotiation.
Only then did the Ritual Chief pause and restore his expression to normal.
He was surprisingly skilled at concealing his emotions and expressions.
A leader of his stature naturally possessed such remarkable composure.
“…My apologies.”
“But is a Shaman of Gold truly of that caliber? I haven’t heard much about it from Bailys.”
“Have you spoken directly with that entity?”
“Yes. They were certainly impressive. Even weakened, an immense aura emanated from them.”
“Ooooh!”
“Ah. I also left word that they should offer delicious food as offerings instead of the usual sacrifices.”
“I, I see.”
The Ritual Chief seemed to understand something as well.
Thanks to that, I came to realize it too.
Not a single one of the Shamans gathered here carried any excess weight.
“I understand you’ve been in difficult circumstances. So let’s start by purchasing food supplies generously.”
“Oh my! If you’re mentioning it directly, then we truly were at fault.”
“It’s fine. Things will be different from now on.”
Though they must have struggled until now, with investment beginning, Bailys too would be able to recover strength.
Next came the turn to understand my own power.
“I’ve only learned how to channel my main strength from Bailys. Could you teach me about shamanism?”
“Ah! I was so startled by the golden light that I forgot! You’ve resolved every request I made of you, Kael!”

[Hidden Quest, ‘Confrontation with Bailys’ has been completed.]

The Hidden Quest was complete. Communication with shamanic entities, the original reward, was already resolved.
So now it was time to receive the reward marked with a question mark.
“From this moment forward, all Shamans of Ath Village shall honor Kael as our benefactor! Does everyone understand!”
“Yes! Ritual Chief!”
The question mark reward appeared to be the support of the Shamans belonging to Ath Village.
Of course, the reward didn’t end there.
The Quest updated, and an additional question mark appeared.
“Furthermore, we bestow upon Kael the special title of ‘Golden Crown.’ So that Kael may have any request fulfilled.”
“Yes! Ritual Chief!”

[Magnificent Achievement!]
[You have earned the recognition of the Shamanic Order!]
[Wisdom increases by 3.]
[Luck increases by 2.]

I had achieved a grand Achievement.
A similar Achievement existed in the form of the Thief Gang’s submission, which also served as a trigger allowing players to issue commands to NPCs.
Just as I had reclassed the Thief Gang into merchants.
Since I still didn’t know the extent of this recognition, I needed to investigate further.
“Ritual Chief.”
“Speak freely, Golden Crown.”
“Then, might it be possible to learn skills here as well?”
This part mattered most to me.
Maintaining my Adventurer profession while learning the Shamans’ exclusive skills would be the most extraordinary reward imaginable.
“By skills, do you mean shamanic arts that activate instantly through incantation?”
“Ah, my apologies. Skills are indeed shamanic arts. I wish to learn as many shamanic arts as possible during my time here.”
“Of course it’s possible. Should you dedicate yourself to cultivating your essence for ten years in this place, I foresee you ascending to become a Grand Shaman recognized wherever you go.”
That wouldn’t work.
Ten years here equaled one year in reality.
One year in reality would bring countless changes within the game as well.
“I apologize, but it seems I cannot remain here for long. My true nature is that of an Adventurer, and I am a foreigner to this place.”
The Ritual Chief had suggested ten years knowing full well.
He must have had a future he wished to achieve through me.
But I had to continue climbing upward.
This game wasn’t about shamanic arts alone.
“Alas, what a pity.”
“I hope you understand.”
“Then, would it not be wise to at least learn our secret transmission?”
“What would that entail?”
“Of course. Let us proceed.”
Following the Ritual Chief’s guidance, I arrived at the Training Ground I had seen before.
Yet because it was a place for cultivating shamanic arts, instead of straw dummies, the space held various objects and numerous forms of shamanic entities rubbing against them.
“Not yet, Golden Crown. We must go deeper.”
“Hmm?”
Deep within the Training Ground lay a space where several trees had been artificially planted.
And here existed only a single shamanic entity.
This being resembled a tiger.
“This is my secret transmission. Tiger Spirit Manifestation.”
Finishing his words, the Ritual Chief extended his hand, releasing a golden essence.
The shamanic entity resembling a tiger merged with the essence.
As the Ritual Chief clenched his fist, the shamanic entity vanished without a trace.
“Huh!”
The Ritual Chief thrust his fist toward empty air.
BOOM!
It was no ordinary punch.
Even so, the sound of air being torn asunder echoed through the space.
To produce a sound of this magnitude, one would need to wield Sumoq with full force while possessing a Strength stat exceeding 200.
“What do you think?”
“It’s wonderful! I truly wish to learn this technique!”
“Excellent. While we’re at it, why don’t we test Kael’s main power through a simple sparring match?”
“Very well. I understand.”
I had no reason to decline, so I accepted the sparring match immediately.
In fact, I believed my combat prowess surpassed his, so I intended to exercise restraint in my strength output.
Of course, I needed to embody my main power as well, so I would pursue both simultaneously.
“Ho. You’re unleashing your main power right away.”
“Yes. I need to grow accustomed to it.”
“Very good. Come then.”
“Then I shall hold nothing back.”
Boom!
Before Gale Rush, distance became meaningless.
Thus, the battle inevitably descended into close combat.
Whoooosh!
I deliberately swung Sumoq toward empty air.
I still didn’t fully understand the Ritual Chief’s level.
Moreover, my strength was formidable enough that the wind pressure alone could threaten an opponent, making this a solid opening move.
“Ugh! How is this—!”
The momentarily flustered Ritual Chief immediately counterattacked toward my solar plexus.
It was a straight punch aimed at that vital point.
His reaction speed was impressive.
Indeed, the Ritual Chief was a named NPC, so his stats were remarkably abnormal.
It seemed I wouldn’t need to hold back my strength after all.
“This time, I’m going all out.”
I surrendered my body to the recoil of Sumoq and rotated my frame to evade the counterattack.
And simultaneously, I launched a counter to his counter.
Boom!
The Ritual Chief raised his opposite arm to block the strike.
Then he cried out urgently.
“Cough! Golden Sage! Wait!”
“Yes?”
“Wait! Please stop for a moment!”
For some reason, the Ritual Chief seemed to be affected by my main power.
I decided to halt the sparring temporarily.
“Understood.”
“Gasp! Gasp! So this is why they call you the Golden Shaman!”
“What is the matter?”
“My power refuses to obey control!”
“Huh?”
I had discovered one of the abilities my power possessed.
But it remained unclear whether it weakened my opponent or merely disrupted their shamanic arts.
“Is that so? Give me a moment.”
This required testing.
Now that I understood how to draw forth my power, I intended to heighten my concentration and amplify its output.
Tzzzzzt!
“Ugh! My shamanic arts!”
My golden power had expanded to engulf a radius of one and a half meters around me.
And the Ritual Chief fell squarely within that radius.
“Please inform me immediately if it becomes dangerous, Ritual Chief.”
Though I spoke these words, the more I released my power, the harder it became to resist the intoxicating surge that continued to rise within me.
“Stop this at once!”
“Ah. Understood.”
The Ritual Chief dropped to one knee and steadied his breathing.
Had something gone wrong?
“Gasp! Huff!”
“Are you alright?”
Fortunately, recovery came swiftly—the Ritual Chief rose from where he knelt.
Even as he did, the manifestation of his power seemed to fade, and he clenched his fist once more, beginning to weave his shamanic arts anew.
Yet something was amiss.
If his shamanic arts had truly dissolved, the shamanic entity should have returned among the trees—but the tiger-like entity was nowhere to be seen.
“What… why?”
“…Hmm.”
The sensation felt peculiar.
The Ritual Chief seemed baffled, but I had my suspicions.
‘Could it be.’
I still felt that exhilarating sensation coursing through me.
This was the sensation of a buff taking hold.

[Active Buffs]
[Power Manifestation (Legendary)]
[Strength +40 Agility +35]
[You may now command shamanic entities (Power).]
[Duration: ?]

I had sought to learn shamanic arts, yet instead acquired a legendary-tier buff.

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