Those were the types of powers he was looking for. Something like sword art or magic would require him to put in effort to practice. He didn�t want to do something like that.

Unlike other books, the ancient civilization in the novel, [The Birth of a Hero], was not that strong.

As civilization developed, the magic and summoning skills that were developed outshined the natural powers left behind by the ancient civilization. Superpowers were the same way. Most subtle superpowers would be blown away by a single hit from the, �Aura,� that was used in present day.

It wasn�t like the heroes just used these powers sparingly for no reason.

�And my goal is to collect these subtle superpowers to become decently strong.�

It was a satisfying goal. Especially because he also knew the ancient power that could strengthen these subtle super powers.

In order to take the first step in his plan, Cale started to look for the ancient power that was hidden in Western City. He knew the requirement to earn that power.

�Youn, young master. Welcome.�

Cale just nodded his head at the baker, who bowed so low that it looked like his head might touch the ground, to respond. Gasp. He could hear the baker gasping, but Cale pretended not to hear it. He felt bad about how his trash reputation was making this baker so fearful.

�Give me some bread.�

�Excuse me?�

Cale pointed at all of the bread in the bakery and sternly responded.

�Everything from here to there.�

Clang. The gold coin that Cale took out started to spin on the counter.

�Pack it all up.�

The baker seemed to be frozen in place as Cale continued to speak.

�Two or three more gold coins should be enough for a week�s worth of bread, right?�

The baker�s gaze, which had been on the gold coin, moved to Cale. It was too much money to pay for the bread. Cale just stoically responded to the baker�s shaking eyes.

�I can go somewhere else if you don�t want it.�

�No, it is nothing like that! Young master! I will pack it as fast as possible!�

The baker was extremely respectful for a different reason than before as he moved around quickly. After a few minutes, Cale left the bakery with a bag full of bread over his shoulder.

Even though it was just bread, it weighed quite a bit. The weight made Cale start to frown, and he ignored the baker who was watching him leave as he stepped into the street.

Cale leisurely walked down the street, noticing that anybody who made eye contact with him would quickly turn and walk away. The majority of the people even ran away to avoid eye contact with him.

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