The [Infinite Energy System] granted him something outrageous—something that should not exist in this world.
His Stamina and Mana values were now…
Infinite.
Not high.
Not large.
Not abundant.
Just Infinite.
Meaning, in theory, he could swing his sword endlessly.
He could run for days.
He could spew spells without ever worrying about running dry.
Basically, there was no end to his reserves anymore.
But well… that wasn't exactly the case in reality.
Even if his stamina never ran out, his body was still that of a human. Muscles tore, bones strained, tendons screamed. His stamina would keep going, but his body still needed time to repair the damage caused by overuse.
And mentally… he could still get tired.
You could give someone endless mana, but their mind still had to control it. Thinking, chanting, focusing—those things drained mental strength. So, no, he couldn't actually cast spells endlessly.
Still—
He could outlast anyone.
He could push harder than anyone.
And if he trained diligently, he could grow mentally tougher and physically sturdier to match this Infinite energy he possess to some degree.
But that wasn't the only cheat he got from the System.
The next one was nearly as broken.
[Infinite Inventory].
A storage skill similar to what a Porter Class awakened with—like the [Dimensional Box] ability, a very rare A-rank talent. Except [Dimensional Box] had limits. Weight limits. Volume limits. Space limits.
His didn't.
He now possessed a limitless storage space.
No limit to how many things he could put inside.
Mountains of gold? Fine.
A hundred weapons? Easy.
Entire harvests, stone blocks, materials, furniture—whatever.
The only restriction was:
Nothing living could be stored.
No humans, no monsters, no animals.
Everything else…
He could hoard infinitely.
But that wasn't even the end of his advantages.
The last function of his system was [Appraisal]—a frighteningly powerful ability that allowed him to see the surface and hidden details of any being or object.
Race, name, strength, class, talents, weaknesses…
All laid bare before him.
With this ability, no enemy could hide their true strength from him, no matter how well they pretended.
Yet…
Even with all these cheats, he had been kicked out of the Rose Thrown household.
Of course, he had never told a single soul about his System.
Only an absolute fool would reveal something like that.
But even without revealing any of that, the reason for his expulsion was painfully simple.
During the Class Awakening Ceremony, when every knight apprentice of the house manifested combat-oriented classes—Warrior, Archer, Mage, Rogue, Guardian—he awakened something… else.
A lifestyle class.
And not just any lifestyle class.
The weakest possible one.
[Farmer].
The moment the crystal lit up and the word appeared, the entire hall had gone silent. Expressions twisted. Some pitied him. Some suppressed laughter. Some looked disgusted, as though his very existence had suddenly lost value.
A [Farmer]—in a noble household that trained knights.
It was humiliating.
Ridiculous.
And in their eyes, utterly useless.
The household couldn't throw him out immediately—not after investing nine years in him. But once the calculations were completed and the official documents prepared… they pushed him out with a huge debt attached to his back.
But Kell wasn't angry.
He wasn't sad either.
The reason was simple.
Yes, it was true that the Rose thrown household had been desperate when they first gathered children like him nine years ago. But—they never mistreated him. They trained him seriously, taught him properly, and molded him into something a normal village boy would never have had the chance to become.
Yeah… his hands were stained with blood now.
He was no innocent villager anymore.
He had killed both men and monsters.
But wasn't that something special too?
After all, most people in this world didn't even know how to fight.
Most villagers could barely swing a stick properly when scolding their bulls.
Those in towns and cities? Half of them had never even hit someone before.
Compared to that… Kell had already walked a bloody path far beyond his age.
So even though they slapped an absurd debt on him—and fully intended to chain him down as a debt-slave if he failed to pay—Kell didn't care much.
Because he knew he could repay that debt in less than a year.
And this confidence didn't come from his [Infinite Energy System].
No.
It came from the talent he awakened.
A SS-rank Farmer talent—something so rare that even Imperials might not see one in generations.
Because of this, Kell wasn't sad about receiving a Farmer class.
Not at all.
The reason Farmer was known as the weakest class was not because it was the weakest, but because it was the slowest growing class.
A farmer only grew stronger by farming—raising crops, raising animals, harvesting things. The Farmer's growth increased per harvest and the higher the quality of the crops he grown or the beast he raised, the higher his growth in strength.
But unfortunately…
Most commoners did not have the luxury of farming rare crops or raising high-level beasts.
They worked with normal soil, normal seeds, normal livestock.
Naturally, they didn't grow much.
And Kell?
He also didn't have that luxury.
But his Talent could fix that.
It could help him accelerate, amplify, and transform his farming to levels no ordinary farmer could achieve.
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