The Banished Villainous Noble Son Who Was Used as a Stepping Stone in the Original Work Awakens to Combat and Destroys the Laws of the World - Episode 13: Bring Me More of Those “Unique Variants”

Episode 13: Bring Me More of Those “Unique Variants”

Morning came.

After a full night of rest at the inn, I felt completely refreshed. My whole body felt light—like it had been shaped perfectly for battle.

(I can fight again today.)

Letting out a quiet breath, I accepted another similar request from the guild and headed toward the drainage channel.

There was no need to even mention the usual receptionist anymore. More importantly, I was focused on training for “Poison Resistance” and “Physical Resistance”—my goal was to obtain the “Constant Activity” skill. And one more thing.

(The “variant”…)

That thing I encountered yesterday—just one, but it stood out. A creature that had abnormally evolved by adapting to the environment. It was far more aggressive and dangerous than normal ones.

But because of that, it was perfect for training.

(The normal ones are fine. But the unique ones are more efficient. If I’m going to fight anyway, I may as well look for more of them.)

I stepped into the drainage channel, and the damp air mixed with miasma stung my nose.

But it didn’t feel unpleasant.

In fact, a slow-burning thrill began to rise from deep within my chest.

(Feels like the miasma flow is different from yesterday…)

I sensed the motion of the fog, the color of the moss clinging to the floor—tiny differences stood out. I searched for a zone where the miasma density thickened. I was like a hunter choosing the right hunting grounds.

What kind of skill allows this kind of “awareness”?

Could it be “Academics: Lv.3”? But I hadn’t learned anything in training about where unique variants tend to appear. So that couldn’t be it.

Then perhaps—I was simply growing on my own, skill or no skill.

(This is good… I want more…)

It had only been a few days since my fall from grace. And yet, I could already feel myself growing.

What would it be like after a few weeks, months, years?

By then, today’s self would seem pathetic.

Just imagining my future self gave me chills of excitement.

I paused.

The way the fog swirled, the thickness of the miasma, the traces left by beasts—

All of it appeared to me now as “training material.”

(Yesterday was a coincidence. But today—I’ll hunt it down on purpose.)

I could tell that my ability to read the air had sharpened day by day. It felt like every breath refined my combat instinct.

(Growth comes from this kind of repetition.)

A heat welled up behind my eyes.

It was fun—purely, overwhelmingly fun.

The fighting, the forging, the growth—it all felt incredibly satisfying.

(I want to fight more—)

I followed the miasma flow with my senses.

In the drifting mist, faint distortions and swirling patterns formed. The density of the toxins shifted. And I could feel the presence of a beast gathering there.

(…This flow. This buildup—it’s like yesterday.)

The moment I stepped deeper into the mist, the damp miasma grew heavier.

(The air’s heavy… This is the spot.)

The mist swirled like a vortex. And at its center, an eerie presence appeared.

—A unique variant.

Its body was visibly larger.

Its dark gray fur emitted thick miasma from its mouth.

Its bl00d-red, muddy eyes gleamed dully. They were glaring at me like it was sizing me up.

There was no doubt—it was the same kind of unique variant as yesterday.

A heat stirred in my chest.

To read unfamiliar movements and strength, and turn them into fuel for my training—this was what battle meant.

There were many forms of battle. And I found all of them equally pleasurable.

(Let me fight you.)

I suppressed the urge to grin.

The next moment, the unique variant leapt forward.

It closed the distance with an angled jump. Its sharp fangs were lunging toward me.

(Fast… but I can read it.)

I sidestepped by half a step. I dodged by letting the attack barely graze me instead of avoiding it completely.

Pain flashed through my shoulder. But even that became part of the “feel” of combat etched into my body.

Immediately after, a group of normal variants appeared.

Multiple sets of fangs came at me at once—but I faced them head-on, without backing away.

(This is where I cash in—!)

Poison struck repeatedly.

Numbness spread from my fingertips up my arms. But “Poison Resistance: Lv.3” held it back.

At the same time, “Physical Resistance: Lv.3” absorbed the impact from their attacks.

I could still keep going.

I steadied my breathing and limited potion use to the bare minimum.

As poison wore me down and resistance fought it off, as the blows landed and my body endured—I carried out precise calculations in my head while continuing the training.

《Status: Poisoned》

《HP: 67%》

My HP dropped below 70%.

Fatigue slowly built up.

My body grew hotter, the numbness thickened.

But even that turned into exhilaration.

(…This is what I want.)

Pushing the limits, gradually increasing intensity—this was the exact form of battle I was seeking right now.

And then—

《Skill Level-Up Confirmed》

《Skill: Poison Resistance Lv.3 → Lv.4》

《Skill: Physical Resistance Lv.3 → Lv.4》

(Yes!)

I clearly felt new strength layered deep inside my body.

Each blow hurt less than before.

…As training, this was more than enough.

I finished off the weakened unique variant with a clean strike. I then wiped out the rest of the group.

I secured plenty of materials.

(But—I can still fight. No, I want to fight more.)

The burning thrill didn’t cool easily.

An urge to push even further pulsed in the back of my throat.

Still, I needed the calm to know when to stop.

Today’s session ended here—

Tomorrow, I could come back again.

With potions, I could continue fighting. But preparing to obtain the “Constant Activity” skill required money.

If possible, I wanted to save my beginner-grade potions today.

HP would slowly recover over time anyway.

With that in mind, I drank a status recovery potion to cure the poison.

(Next is Lv.5, then Lv.6—then I’ll be ready for “Constant Activity”…)

With the swirling miasma of the drainage channel at my back, I quietly left the area.

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