CHAPTER 32

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The two hours mentioned earlier, equal to one second of blood manipulation use, suggest normal activity, but if there is a desire to exhaust oneself with special effort, the energy is likely to be expended at a faster rate.

This is a fairly accessible and well-known practice, an example of which can be a person who can run a dozen kilometers at a speed of 9 km/h, but will exhaust himself and will not be able to produce more than one kilometer if he is overzealous and reaches the values of 15km/h.

It was impossible for Isaia to measure and tell meticulously everything down to the smallest measurements under the current circumstances due to the lack of both technological gadgets that people in large developed cities could boast of and his own personal experience.

Repeated use of something, even without a clear purpose, allows one to become familiar with it and understand the nature of what is being used.

If he had been using blood manipulation for years, then he would have been able to understand on an instinctive level how much energy there was inside him. Adopt a kind of scale for himself, which would be able to indicate the amount of energy in the body on the basis of sensations. Alas, the skill had been acquired relatively recently, especially since the sharp jump in strength had further disrupted all the previously established norms.

Whereas before six boars had been enough to satiate all the reserves, and it was beginning to become a habit, now three times as many prey were required to achieve the abundance of energy. It was necessary to start probing his capabilities all over again and get used to them as a starting point.

He was a little saddened by the fact that if he started the process of getting used to the current strength and building up his feelings based on the current sensations, then in case the strength would increase and the energy reserves would increase again, he would have to start all over again and let all the current adaptation go to waste.

This had already happened once, so there was no reason not to assume that it would not happen again. On the other hand, Isaia tried to play with fate, because he really wanted to grow his own power, he cherished this hope with the ardent passion of a little boy.

Despite the rather disgusting nature of the skill he had acquired from nowhere, he had already gotten used to it and accepted it as his own, hence such childish and youthful impulses to see further improvement.

It broke his heart to think that perhaps this last enhancement was indeed the last, or he had simply not realized the limits of his ability before, which required him to accept the fact that there would be no more enhancements.

Unfortunately, no one can say for sure and foresee the outcome of the future, so Isaia did everything available to him to increase the chances of what stimulated his interest.

He played with fate, believing that if he makes every time a lot of effort and comprehensively get used to the ability, then perhaps fate will want to play a cruel joke with him and help to upgrade the ability, reducing all the effort into nothing.

Isaia realized that both instances of increasing his skill and understanding his inner feelings were beneficial to him. If he gained absolute control and understanding of his ability, it would be easier for him to determine its limits and aspects, starting from the amount of energy and up to its cost per second of skill application.

And one should not forget that a second of skill application was a rather vague and crude explanation of this factor. After all, he already had some experience and progress in the aspect of using his ability.

Now he did not need to chaotically rummage all the blood inside the body of the target, acting from a vague understanding of the requirements for the skill itself.

He had been given more access to it now, making it capable of selecting the right area to create a wound or separating a certain amount of blood from the rest.

He wanted to believe that there would be some progress in this aspect as well, and something told him that if upgrading the stocks was something questionable and risky to invest time and effort in, then improving the control itself was the right way to use the available resources more efficiently.

The ability to spend stamina reserves more efficiently will allow to achieve much greater results with every bit of his own strength. To the great dismay of the young man, there were some pitfalls, because the strengthening of control implied the use of the skill itself, and this is a costly and time-consuming thing, because every time he has to go hunting and replenish his own reserves of stamina.

Just in case, as a kind of bait, Isaia began to pull the exsanguinated carcasses of animals, namely boars, to one clearing in the forest. His physical stats were not the same now, and it was within the limits of what he could do with his increased strength.

The forest, of course, was not the most friendly environment, with a lot of bumps and tree roots, which prevented the simple dragging of carcasses with the least amount of effort. Still each carcass up to one hundred and fifty kilograms was carried by the young man to one point.