Battle Harem of the Heavenly Sword

Hiro currently grappled with his messed-up emotions. The man suffered from being extremely depressed, angry to the point of murder, and slothful to the point of death. The transmigrator then pulled up his status window.

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Name: Hiroyuki Mitsurugi

Race: Human

Level: 25

Age: 33

Title: Sword Expert

HP: 691 /691 |MP: 5/403 |SP: 24/250 |AP: 18/153

STR: 58 | AGI: 50 | INT: 54 Unassigned Points: 2

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Battle Harem: N/A

Dominant Rank: N/A

Dominant: N/A

Submissive: N/A

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Main Skills: Sword Expert [B] Lvl 3

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Secondary skills

Limit Skills

- Strength Derived from Pride [C] Lvl 5

- Sight Beyond Vision [C] Lvl 5

- Wrath of the Vengeful [B] Lvl 1

- Beauties Bane [D] Lvl 1

Active Secondary Skills

|Six Gales [C] Lvl 4| Square Cut [D] Lvl 2| Straight Pierce [D] Lvl 1| Overdrive [C] Lvl 1| Mana Armor [D] Lvl 1| Spirit Sense [C] Lvl 1|

Passive skills

|Fortitude [C] Lvl 5 |Insanity [E] Lvl 1 |Masochism [C] Lvl 5 |Charm Resistance [E] Lvl 1 |Sword Mastery [C] Lvl 3| Tracking [D] Lvl 7| Tactics [D] Lvl 1 |

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Equipment: Steel plate [D], Steel Longsword [D]

Runes: [Rune of Silent Steps] [D]

Enchantments: [Cat's Eyes] [E] 18 Hrs

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Today marks the eleventh day of the month of the Virgins. Meaning he leaves to kill the Manticore tomorrow with Starfall. Due to his women giving him a reason to try the impossible, Hiro spent the last 20+ days training like a madman.

He optimized his skill [Strength Derived from Pride] to change his realities. One was hating goblins and the other when fighting outnumbered. The reason he chose these realities specifically was to grind. Hiro needed monsters that nature had in abundance; ones the world would not miss if hunted to extinction.

Plus, due to reading a manga called g*blin sl*yer. Hiro thought he needed to get used to killing as fast as possible. And the stuff he needed to stomach these past few weeks allowed Hiro to acclimate to this world.

Due to goblin's' vile nature and lifestyles, Hiro witnessed every despicable thing imaginable. And thus had a clear conscience as he murdered goblins like an emotionless machine.

He failed to save many groups, often arriving only to see corpses or broken women who were beyond saving.

However, due to his persistence, he gained multiple skills as he danced on the edge of life and death. His main skill finally grew from [Sword Adept] to [Sword Expert]. He also evolved and gained a few active limit skills and a bunch of passive skills.

Hiro destroyed so many goblin dens he became known as the goblin executioner. He tried to get them to call him g*blin sl*yer but it never caught on. The more he fought the more he grew, the more Hiro grew the longer the man could fight.

But perhaps the biggest growth area was in information. Hiro learned how the system, leveling, and experience worked. Due to being extremely similar to most role-playing games, Hiro, an avid gamer, didn't have much trouble understanding.

The most troublesome difference of all however would have to be the Calibers. They allowed the people to perform acts of immense power at the trade of using them. There were three known Calibers, Aura, Spirit power, and Mana.

Aura used the body's vitality or Chi as a source, allowing the body to surpass traditional humans by a large margin.

Spirit power relied on the person's willpower, overturning common sense by pushing the human heart and will to the limit.

Lastly, Mana used a person's psionic power to break the laws of physics and common sense.

Most games had such concepts, so adjusting to them was no problem for the middle-aged weeb. The problem arose from using the calibers to almost empty.

In most games, you only lose the ability to cast if your MP hits zero. In Valorious, the system gave the harshest of penalties for such mistakes.

The closest Hiro could use as an analogy came in the form of brain hormones. Aura was extremely similar to Dopamine, Spirit to Oxytocin, and Mana to Serotonin. In short, using the calibers affected a person's mentality.

When people bottom out their calibers, their personalities shift drastically. Warriors who suffer from aura overuse become walking bombs of aggression; they normally become impulsive, no longer listening to reason. Clerics or hunters that have spirit power deficiency become the embodiment of laziness. Mages who have mana deprivation turn into crying saps that regret they were born into the world.

This sounded simple but what would happen when you are hunting a boss-class monster? Warriors who were suicidal, clerics or archers who refused to move, and mages who do nothing but cry or curse.

These headaches do not allow one to fight alone. Any of the three would most likely push one to death if caught unprepared.

This was the transmigrators biggest issue right now. Hiro's most powerful skill currently would be [Overdrive].

It used 100 AP, 100 MP, and 100 SP to push the body's AGI to 9999 for every second. The boost allowed Hiro to kill five hog goblins in the same breath while saving the women.

The currently angry, lazy, and depressed transmigrator on the floor is the byproduct of using that skill.

It is a known fact that caliber diseases are temporary. Once the energies regenerated the person would be back to normal. The duration however varied. Some could range from minutes while others a few hours.

Because the women aimed for the trash swordsman's affection, the best time to strike at his heart would be when Hiro was vulnerable due to caliber diseases. But unfortunately for them, Hiro had angels who guarded his steps.

Three figures walked towards the transmigrator still on the ground. They threw full-body tunics at the ogling women as if expressing their displeasure.

"Get away from my darling biatch! He is our man!"

"Please cover yourself up you might catch a cold, also don't bother trying he is spoken for."

"Husband loves only us. Go home."

When the women saw the newcomers couldn't help but scoff. Even while dirty the high stats ensured that most system users were above average and had near-perfect figures.

The ones who claimed the transmigrator comprised a walking corpse with long blue hair and a skull mask, a blonde maid with metal prosthetics for arms, and a bandaged mummy in a pink hood.

"Why would such a fine man pick you three? You are similar to trash compared to any of us here. Go home you braggarts, such a delectable meal shouldn't be wasted on losers like you or it will be like pearls before swine!"

"…This Biatch/Bitch/Bish…"

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