Chapter 223: Assassin Botanist
byA notification blinked into view.
[Your profession Botanist of Mother Freya is undergoing a mandatory evolution!]
Luke’s grin widened. This was exactly why he’d indulged in those so-called “vacations.” Once he started hunting down the mechanisms, he knew there’d be little time to focus on his profession. He’d wanted to push it as far as possible now, stacking up attribute points and, more importantly, hitting that evolution trigger. A new profession tier meant new ways to rack up experience.
As a Herbalist, most of his growth came from analyzing plants and mixing concoctions. As a Botanist, he’d found himself gaining more by cultivating and… conversing with them, not to mention the small but steady trickle of experience from using his corrupted roots in combat. Every evolution had widened his options for growth.
“Hey, Luke, quit making that ‘find out next episode’ face,” Artemis cut in. “I’m the audience here. I’m nosy and I hate cliffhangers.”
He exhaled through his nose. “Now I get why Samael wrote that disclaimer about not being responsible for ‘inconvenience caused.’ I’m pretty sure he just dumped you on me because you were his problem first.”
“My fans would disagree,” she shot back. “There’s a line of people at the castle who’d kill for the privilege of serving me.”
“There’s a lunatic for everything…”
His gaze shifted to the stone on the counter. “So, snake… in a better mood yet?”
“No. I’ll never be your friend. Don’t talk to me. Put me back in your inventory. I’d rather rot there for eternity than spend another minute in your presence,” Franky’s voice hissed from within.
“Really? You sure about that? Because I happen to have some nice, juicy meat right here.”
“That won’t buy me, human. The only thing that would make me happy is your death.”
“But if I die, you die too, right? Everything in my inventory goes with me.”
The serpent clicked its tongue in frustration.
Luke ignored the Beast Lord’s sulking and returned to the glowing notification.
**Mandatory Profession Evolution Achieved!**
Congratulations, Botanist of Mother Freya! You have reached the pinnacle of your craft, mastering every lesson it had to offer.
Through your journey, you’ve discovered the true value hidden in plants, drawing out their full potential, whether to heal or to destroy. Your care and dedication have deepened your bond with nature, and your mastery of plant-based skills has opened the door to countless branches of Mother Freya’s legacy.
You’ve turned a seemingly harmless profession into a weapon for your ambitions. Botanist, may your next choice take you even further.
[Mandatory Profession Evolution]: A mandatory profession evolution occurs for every race in the multiverse upon reaching level 50 in a profession. Along the way, a rare few awaken a special evolution, but even those never surpass the power of the mandatory ones. The multiverse holds countless paths. Some choose to live ordinary lives. Others devote themselves entirely to their classes. And then there are those like you, who give everything to their profession.
Every step of your story has shaped the options now before you. Each path is unique, each capable of taking you farther than you have ever gone. Choose wisely, there is no turning back.
(Notice: Until a new profession is chosen, no experience can be gained, no new skills can be learned, and must not hold any unspent attribute points.)
Luke read the message carefully. It reminded him of the explanation for a mandatory class evolution, though clearly adapted for professions.
[Warning: You must allocate all Free Points before proceeding, or they will be lost.]
“Oops.”
Yeah, losing his hard-earned attribute points was not an option. Ever since his class had evolved into a Demonic Predator, he had not spent a single one. Just those six levels alone had given him the kind of raw power that would have taken roughly thirteen levels in his old Demonic Assassin class to match. It was absurd strength, enough that he had let the points sit untouched. But now? Now it was time to use them.
Name: Luke
Level: 43
Race: Half-Demon
Rank: F
Class: [Demonic Predator (Lvl 56)]
Profession: [Botanist of Mother Freya (Lvl 50)]
Titles: [Dark Lord]
Bloodline: [Bloodline of the Dark Demon]
Health Points (HP): 3530/3530
Mana Points (MP): 3250/3250 (3330)
Stamina: 2430/2430 (2630)
Soul Fragments: 62/1000
Stats:
Strength: 519
Agility: 383 (433)
Endurance: 243 (263)
Vitality: 353
Perception: 418 (428)
Intelligence: 325 (330)
Free Points: 100
Class Skills: [Advanced Blade Handling (Uncommon)], [Profane Knife Throwing (Uncommon)], [Twin Blade (Common)], [Basic Dark Dash (Rare)], [Basic Blood Regeneration (Rare)], [Predator’s Mark (Rare)], [Demonic Blade Dance (Rare)], [Wraith Form (Ultra-Rare)], [Force Infusion (Rare)], [Advanced Stealth (Rare)], [Assassin’s Tracking (Rare)], [Mana Infusion (Rare)], [Basic Archery (Common)]
Profession Skills: [Herbology of Mother Freya (Ancient)], [Precise Extraction (Common)], [Basic Potion Crafting (Common)], [Corrupted Plant Growth (Rare)], [Plant Sensor (Uncommon)], [Botanical Bond of Mother Freya (Rare)], [Seed Conversion (Rare)], [Plant Manipulation of Mother Freya (Rare)], [Corrupted Blood of Mother Freya (Ultra-Rare)], [Thorn Mutation (Uncommon)], [Soil Analysis (Uncommon)], [Botanical Purification (Uncommon)]
Race Skills: [Identify (Common)], [Demonic Perception (Uncommon)], [Dark Blood (Uncommon)], [Meditation (Common)], [Demonic Endurance (Uncommon)]
Bloodline Skill: [Servant of the Dark Lord (Unique)]
Servants: [Princess Charlie (Skeleton) – Lvl 27], [Servant Slot Available]
Luke glanced at his pool of unspent points, and a proud, satisfied smile crept across his face. Not just satisfaction, this was the deep, smug contentment of someone staring at a perfectly round number. One hundred free points.
“Okay, stop smiling like that. You look like a supervillain,” Artemis muttered.
“A simple man is allowed to be happy when faced with a beautiful stack of free points. Don’t judge me.”
He already knew exactly how he was going to spend them. Nothing fancy, just focused, brutal efficiency: damage, speed, and magic. Hit hard, move fast, kill faster. The perfect assassin’s recipe.
His mind drifted to the old mantis from the cavern. They might have been good friends, assuming the creature didn’t try to kill him and could be convinced to play the loyal mount.
A giant mantis as a second servant that I could ride into battle? Yeah… that’d be a solid deal.
The plan was simple: twenty-five points into Strength, twenty-five into Agility, and a clean fifty into Intelligence. Now that his bow scaled perfectly with Basic Archery, that distribution would make his kukris hit like a truck and swing like lightning, while also cranking up the damage and draw speed of his arrows.
If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it’s taken without the author’s consent. Report it.
Sure, each arrow ate five mana to craft inside his enchanted quiver, but at this point Luke was practically a walking mana reservoir. So why dump fifty points into Intelligence? Easy. He had grown fond of his mutant root and thorn mutation combo, and that little trick needed five profession skills running at the same time. Mana had become a precious commodity. And besides, he wasn’t stupid. The Midnight Lord, the Witch, and the Midnight King were going to make the Beast Lord look like a warm-up fight.
And he still had the Beast Lord’s fang. With Mana Infusion, that fang could become a single arrow capable of holding an obscene amount of mana. The more mana he had to pour into it, the bigger the blast. His goal was simple: if he fired that shot, whoever was on the receiving end, no matter how strong, wouldn’t even leave a corpse behind.




0 Comments