Continue this. I have been in Urael for three months now and I've made a small list of accomplishments I have made here.

  On the first month which was my transition into this world I wandered for two weeks eating food given by strangers and training my body using heavy objects and some exercises in my old world and after that I got a job in a construction site where I had to work days, tirelessly. The pay is enough for food.

  I continued that for a month and saved enough to get a small house that only had a bathroom, a room and a kitchen. It isn't a bad trade but it would have been good and now on the third month I was able to keep myself fit and gain a bit of fat and built up some small muscles.

  Now on my bed laid the blood burning scroll which had a clear explanation.

  {To whoever is reading this, I am grateful you found the scroll of burning blood for this technique has been passed down from my glorious race for countless centuries and I know whoever found this would use it for the soul purposes of fulfilling their desires...so I would advise you to not cross some lines.

  Now then Blood burning is weak compared to Mana and Aether but that does not mean it won't allow you to become stronger every use of Blood burning will purify your blood and also reduce your vitality but there is a way to increase the amount of blood cells In one body, it was derived from the blood control and consumption of vampires and the Mana circulation of the high elves. There are only three stages of this technique and un this world...that is not enough to become stronger.

  Stage 1: On this stage you stay under the sun for three days while you stay by an open fire in the nights, when the days end you would feel a strange burning sensation in your blood and you would be able to ignite your blood and gain an increase in your strength.

  Stage 2: After stage one you would feel some blood loss and your blood decreased, in this stage you would have to drink large quantities of blood, any type of blood can work and with each consumption you would feel full and a blood bank can be formed near your heart, you can only form ten blood banks.

  Stage 3: On this stage all your blood will be fully purified and your body will start to break down and rebuild itself, you would then have realized the transformation, you have increased your Mana capacity and your sensibility to man or you have created artificial Mana veins that allows you to infuse Mana in blood ignition and allows you partial burning and cintrol of others blood

  Now you may be thinking how can such a technique work crudely like this but this was created desperately, I hope to whoever find this that you complete this mad and insane technique and achieve the third stage, maybe you can reach a higher power by learning to use Mana like the high races HAHAHAHAHHA. I WISH YOU GREAT LUCK YOUNG ONE.

  -The Fallen High Imp, Dragine.}

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  I wondered how I understood the language then, I have no memories of learning such a language...no I think this is...a gift?. An ability given to me when I came to this world.

  Either way, I smiled at the method of Ascension I have found, this is a dangerous and masochistic technique but it seemed worth it.

  So the next day, I decided to find somewhere where someone won't disturb me for three days.

  I went out of my house and went into the town, this town is called Unikl, it is a relatively small place so it doesn't garner that much attention.

  But I really do need to find a silent place to finish the ritual.

  I spent the morning scanning the outskirts of Unikl, moving past the stone-paved roads and ramshackle huts that made up the outermost edge of the town. Most of the people here were too busy scraping together their daily meals to care what someone like me was doing. That worked in my favor.

  Eventually, I found an abandoned storage shed near the ruins of an old noble estate, half-swallowed by the forest creeping in from the east. The stone walls were cracked, and the roof barely held together, but it was isolated, and that was all I needed.

  Inside, the air was stale and thick with dust, but the floor was solid. I pushed aside broken crates and rotted tools to make space. I dragged in firewood from the forest and stacked it near the center. I built the fire carefully. This wasn’t just for warmth—it was part of the ritual. A trial by flame and sun.

  Once I was ready, I stepped outside and looked up at the sky. The sun blazed overhead, indifferent and uncaring. Perfect.

  Day One began.

  The heat was manageable at first. I sat cross-legged under the sun, shirtless, letting it beat down on me while I breathed steadily and tried to center myself. When night came, I lit the fire and stayed close, eyes wide and blood singing faintly beneath my skin.

  I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

  By the second day, the symptoms began.

  Sweat poured from me endlessly. My throat was dry. My skin itched. My blood throbbed. Not in pain yet—but it was shifting, changing. I could feel something unnatural crawling beneath the surface, like something ancient and primal was awakening in my veins.

  The second night brought the burn.

  It started in my chest. A sudden stab, like my heart had caught fire, and then it spread outward in pulses. I gasped and nearly collapsed, catching myself on the shed wall.

  The scroll hadn’t lied. This pain was real. It was hell.

  Day Three.

  I was delirious. The sun was blinding. I had long since lost any sense of time, relying on instinct alone. I barely noticed when it happened—when I felt the moment my blood ignited.

  There was no flame, not in the physical sense. But I felt it—an inner fire roaring to life, coursing through my limbs.

  I stood, staggering. My body trembled, but I clenched my fists and watched the faint shimmer of crimson glow seep into my skin. My veins pulsed with new energy, like something was flowing that hadn’t existed before.

  And just like that…

  Stage One was complete.

  I collapsed by the fire, panting, shivering, but smiling.

  I had survived.

  But the scroll warned me: Stage Two would be worse. Far worse.

  I would need blood. A lot of it.

  Any kind would do, it said. Animal, beast, even human. My gut twisted at the thought, but I pushed that feeling down. I wasn’t doing this for pleasure—I was doing it to live. To grow.

  I left the shed the next day, body wrapped in rags, the world around me seeming slower. My senses had sharpened, my steps more confident.

  I had endured the flames and the sun. Now, it was time to face something more primal.

  The thirst.

  And so I asked myself a question I never thought I’d consider:

  Where could I find blood in a town like Unikl... without becoming a murderer?.

  But I don't need to do that, I could probably buy a live animal and drink its blood.