[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power":3,"chapter-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-49":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1085289,1415,"Chapter 49: Goddamn it!","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>Chapter 49 — Goddamn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning passed, and Kaden sat at the edge of his cracking inn bed, hands curled under his chin, eyes lost in the void—silent, thoughtful, pensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already decided yesterday that he would start taking missions, earn money while training at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here’s the thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kaden, training didn’t just mean grabbing Reditha and swinging it around or going on long runs or even perfecting blood skills with sweat and focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, he’d do that too, obviously. But mainly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think it’s time to die,\" Kaden muttered with a slightly strained expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm. Steady. But his face gave him away—he still wasn’t completely used to dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he feared death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all. He didn’t. Not anymore. Not now that he had enough Death Coins to die a couple of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pain...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kaden never had a nice death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was always violent and brutal. A cruel ending every time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s why, again, just like always—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to strengthen himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, let’s do that... I’ll allocate my points. Death, show me my profile,\" Kaden ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>>>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: Kaden Warborn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Age: 15\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rank: Awakened (Saturated)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Origin: Bloodsoaked Sword King (Legendary)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titles: Child of Blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traits: Corrosive Blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>STR: 175\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>AGL: 175\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CONS: 190\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MANA: 170\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>INT: 170\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WILL: 190\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stat Points: 100\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments: Wolf’s Instincts, Silent Tears, Slothful Steps (Unique rank)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quests in Progress: None\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death Coins: 1,000\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skills:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>• Blood Reservoir [Awakened]: Every successful kill adds blood to your internal reservoir. This blood can be used as fuel—form, weapon, or recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Techniques:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>• Iron Fang Form (Rare Rank): A foundational technique created by The Ancestor and perfected over time. The core is simple: One strike. One kill. If you need to strike twice, you’ve already failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>• Iron Step (Rare Rank): Every step is a decision. Every shift sets up the next kill. Move simply—but with purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>>>>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden stared at his profile silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much had changed since the last time, except for his Perception stat, and the addition of two new Fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve got 100 stat points now. That means I can push nearly everything to 200...\" he muttered with a pleased little smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because 200 was the cap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The limit of the Awakened rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only 1% of all awakened in both worlds reached that peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kaden was about to be one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned wide and eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death, raise Strength, Agility, Constitution, and Will... to 200.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The execution of the order was instantaneous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARGHHH!!\" Kaden groaned as pain suddenly lanced through his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, deep cracking echoed through the room as his body convulsed, bulging unnaturally—almost ballooning out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes tore apart. His muscles thickened and twisted—not just larger, but tighter, more refined. Lean but stronger, dense and flexible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as fast, it all settled. His body returned to its normal shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a glance, you’d think nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you’d be wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden had always had a lean physique—but now, it wasn’t just lean. His muscles were sleek, carved, and perfectly proportioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin gleamed pale white—smooth, flawless, but laced with strength. A deceptive mix of softness and hidden durability. Silky but unbreakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of beauty that tricked you into underestimating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, he now looked like a sheltered noble. A young lord who had never held a sword, never suffered, never tasted hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked...too clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the Warborn way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father, Garros, and his brother, Dain, both had physiques like monsters—bulging with muscle, intimidating at first sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden, though?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden now looked like the noble they wished they could sculpt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the transformation finally ended, Kaden lay naked on his back on the floor, his chest rising and falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh... didn’t know it would hurt that much,\" he muttered under his breath, still recovering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had 30 stat points left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t truly think of perception as right now, he believed it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now came the dilemma—Intelligence or Mana?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana was straightforward. More mana meant more fuel for his abilities—longer fights, stronger skills, especially ones like Blood Reservoir, which relied on density and purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Intelligence...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intelligence made you learn faster. Think faster. Read patterns, adapt, calculate, plan. In high-level combat, it was a deadly edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He weighed the pros and cons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death, put the remaining 30 into INT.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right now, what he needed most was clarity. The ability to absorb, to understand rapidly what he would gain from dying, over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I increase INT, I’ll learn to control my mana more efficiently, a win win situation.\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And instantly, he felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shift. A strange lightness in his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his mind had... stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bloated. Not heavier. Just—clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like now he could retain more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whether he’d understand more easily, though?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was another story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, retaining something isn’t the same as understanding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nuance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a mirror in the corner—large, framed in dark silver. He turned toward it and stared at his reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, his expression was calm, cold even and neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But second after second, slowly...his lips curled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until finally—his face broke into a cocky, arrogant smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without being arrogant... I’m too handsome, aren’t I?\" he said, half-serious, half-teasing, as he held his chin thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—his gaze dropped and landed... below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the smirk deepened into something worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something almost devilish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddamn it,\" Kaden groaned in appreciation, already feeling sorry for his future wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that thought, someone else came immediately to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fiancée.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rea Thornspire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wonder if she’s in Fokay... and if yes, where?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question lingered. Just for a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Kaden snapped out of it and pulled his usual black outfit from his space ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dressed and then walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading straight for the Tycoon’s Merchants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to be productive. Time to move forward. Time to get that damn Evolution Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One way or another...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of Chapter 49—\u003C\u002Fp>",1033,"2026-06-03T10:53:47.223Z",1,"novelbin.me","6c37b75824860e2167e5604d49a970b48b180975038ae342fccf89017dff89a1","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-50","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-48",481,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fkilled-me-now-i-have-your-power-cover.jpg"]