He spent another 180 XP, raising [Cat's Grace · Orange] by two levels.
At Lv3, [Cat's Grace · Orange] not only provided more feedback to [Cat's Orange], but [Orange Power] also gave Arthur 0.5 Physique-0.2 at Lv2 and 0.3 at Lv3-while [Orange Sleep] granted him the ability to fall asleep quickly.
Simply put, if he wanted to sleep, he could lie down and fall asleep immediately.
It was nothing short of a blessing for insomniacs.
Meanwhile, the cumulative XP spent on learning [Silent Continuous Steps] and [Cat's Grace · Orange] increased Arthur's [Spirituality] by another 0.3.
After glancing at his attributes, which had risen to [Physique: 2.6] and [Spirituality: 1.0], Arthur turned his attention back to the Mystic Arts he could master.
As for saving up XP?
Not a chance!
Arthur knew perfectly well that, at his current stage, converting all his XP into strength as quickly as possible was the best choice. With his growing reputation and "challengers" who might appear at any moment, he couldn't rely on [Breath of Death] to get through every crisis, could he?
After all, the vast mystical side wasn't made up entirely of the Death Poetry Society!
There were other people and other factions.
If he used [Breath of Death] too often, someone would eventually uncover a sliver of his secret. They wouldn't need much. As long as they made preparations against his death aura, ninety percent of his "strength" would be neutralized. At that point, he would have no choice but to let [Breath of Death] run wild.
And if he let [Breath of Death] run wild, it would be one thing out in the wilderness, but in a city, he would certainly become the city ruler's number one enemy.
No one could tolerate the deaths of commoners across their territory on