Extra Survival Guide to Overpowering Hero and Villain-Chapter 240: Aura III

Liana dropped her pack and sat down.

"Training was rough," she said. "Seraphina didn’t hold back today."

Fenric handed her some water. "You okay?"

"I’ll live." She drank, then looked up sharply. "Do you feel that?"

Fenric froze.

Yes.

Movement.

Not people.

Not normal animals.

Three presences were approaching the village edge.

Fast.

Heavy.

Fenric stood up slowly. "Three monsters."

Liana’s eyes widened. "Already?"

"They’re not high rank," Fenric said, focusing. "But they’re not weak either."

Seraphina appeared almost instantly, stepping out from between buildings.

"Rank 2 entry beasts," she said. "Probably drawn by mana residue from training."

She looked at Fenric.

"This is not a lesson," she said. "This is real."

Fenric nodded. "Understood."

The first monster burst from the trees.

A horned stone hound—shoulder-high, gray skin like rock, eyes glowing dull red.

Behind it came two others:

• A long-clawed shadow lynx

• A bloated marsh toad with thick skin and poison sacs

Three directions.

No formation.

"They’re hunting," Liana said.

Seraphina stepped back. "Fenric. You engage. I intervene only if you lose control."

Fenric swallowed once.

"...Okay."

He stepped forward.

The stone hound charged first.

Fenric didn’t rush.

He let his Aura flow—thin, smooth—down into his legs.

He moved sideways instead of back.

The hound’s horn scraped past him, missing by inches.

Fenric swung his branch.

Not hard.

Clean.

Aura wrapped the branch instead of exploding.

Crack.

The branch shattered—but the Aura didn’t.

The hound’s skull split where the Aura struck.

It collapsed instantly.

Fenric didn’t stop.

The shadow lynx leapt.

Fast.

Too fast.

Fenric felt pressure spike—but he didn’t panic.

He shaped his Aura forward, short and tight.

Not an arrow.

A push.

The lynx twisted midair as the Aura hit its chest.

It slammed into the ground, stunned.

Fenric picked up a stone and struck its head once.

It stopped moving.

The marsh toad croaked and spat green liquid.

Fenric jumped back.

The poison splashed where he had stood, hissing.

He frowned. "Annoying."

He focused again.

This time, he extended his Aura just past his hand—stable, narrow.

He thrust forward.

The Aura pierced through the toad’s eye.

Not forceful.

Precise.

The toad shuddered, then went still.

Silence returned to the clearing.

Fenric stood there, breathing slowly.

No shaking.

No backlash.

Seraphina watched him closely.

She looked at the bodies. "And you handled three Rank 2 entry beasts alone."

Liana stared at Fenric. "You didn’t even look tired."

Fenric looked at his hands.

"Hmm... maybe my Aura quality increased after refinement," he said. "Which made it easy. Not to mention, my golden Aura was already lethal to begin with."

They both nodded.

Seraphina did not praise him.

She only said, "Clean work. But don’t get used to it."

That night, Fenric slept deeply.

No dreams.

No pain.

Just rest.

Three months later

Training became routine.

And brutal.

Seraphina trained Fenric every day.

Not with fancy moves.

Not with big techniques.

Basics.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Control.

Timing.

Endurance.

Awareness.

She made him fight while tired.

Fight while injured.

Fight while distracted.

Sometimes she attacked him without warning.

Sometimes she made him suppress his Aura completely.

Other times, she forced him to keep it flowing for hours.

Fenric learned quickly.

Too quickly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

His Aura Circle stabilized fully.

The water fluidity blended with his golden Aura.

His movements became smooth and sharp at the same time.

No wasted motion.

No excess power.

By the end of the first month, Rank 2 entry beasts were no threat.

By the second month, Rank 2 mid beasts could not push him back.

By the third month—

Seraphina tested him seriously.

She fought him using controlled Rank 2 pressure.

Fenric lost.

But he didn’t break.

Didn’t panic.

Didn’t freeze.

That alone made Seraphina stop the match early.

"Enough," she said. "You’re ready."

Fenric – Status Update

Level: 71

Rank: 2 (High Entry)

Aura Quality: High Bronze (stable, near Silver)

Combat Style: Precision-based Aura Control

The village felt smaller now.

Fenric stood at the edge of the training grounds, pack on his back.

Liana walked up beside him, adjusting her gear.

"You’re really leaving," she said.

Fenric nodded. "If I stay, I’ll slow down."

"That’s true," she admitted. Then smirked. "Didn’t think I’d be traveling with someone lower rank than me."

Fenric glanced at her. "You’re Level 109. Rank 3. I’m not catching up soon."

"That’s fine," she said. "I’ll just make sure you don’t die."

Seraphina approached last.

She looked at Fenric for a long moment.

"You are not strong yet," she said. "But your foundation is correct. That matters more."

Fenric bowed deeply. "Thank you."

She stepped aside.

"Leave before dawn," Seraphina said. "And don’t come back unless you have a reason."

Fenric smiled faintly. "Understood."

That night, he and Liana left the village together.

No celebration.

No farewell crowd.

Just two figures walking down the road.

They walked in silence for a while.

The road was old but clear, worn down by traders and hunters over many years. Forests stretched on both sides, and the air smelled of salt even this far inland.

Liana slowed down and pulled out a folded map.

She studied it while walking.

"We’re at the edge of the Kingdom of Brak," she said. "It’s a strange place. Most of the land is sea, not ground."

Fenric glanced at the map. "So many islands..."

"Yeah," Liana replied. "Brak is known for that. Ports, ships, island towns. Even some floating settlements. Trade is strong here."

She tapped a spot on the map.

"Our first stop is Myser City."

Fenric nodded. "That’s where we get the Adventurer License, right?"

"Exactly," Liana said. "Without it, we’re restricted. No crossing borders freely. No entering certain regions. No taking official requests."

"And no legal dungeon access," Fenric added.

"Correct," she said. "Once you have a license, you can travel between kingdoms, empires, and neutral zones. You can also earn legally instead of being treated like a wandering threat."

Fenric frowned slightly. "What about ranks?"

"The license shows your level and rank," Liana explained. "Rank 2 for you. Rank 3 for me. Cities take that seriously."