Today marks a special milestone; I am finally getting my Paladin training. The excitement is palpable – it's been two years since I embarked on this journey, and I've already achieved so much. My blacksmithing skills have soared to level 200, a feat I accomplished using my unique cheat skill. To gain such proficiency ordinarily, I would have needed a decade or more, but my ability accelerated the process significantly.

This shortcut, however, didn't come without a cost. It required a substantial amount of energy – 700 units to be precise. In reality, this would have taken me years to accomplish. The cheat skill has been invaluable, allowing me to progress at an extraordinary pace, though it does seem to consume more energy than I initially thought.

Amidst these achievements, a question lingers in my mind – where did that initial pool of 1000 energy units come from when I was reincarnated? The origin of this mysterious reservoir of energy remains a puzzle, one that intrigues me as much as it baffles.

In contrast to my self-taught blacksmithing, my journey in alchemy has been nurtured under my mother's watchful eye. The traditional, hands-on learning with her has been invaluable, offering a balance to the rapid advancement I've experienced through my cheat skill. It's a blend of old and new, tradition and innovation, and it's this balance that has been the cornerstone of my growth.

As I prepare to meet my Paladin trainer, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation. The path I've taken, unconventional as it may be, has led me to this point. Armed with the knowledge and skills I've acquired, both through traditional means and my unique abilities.

As I delved deeper into mastering alchemy and blacksmithing, I discovered an intriguing correlation: with every 10 level I gained in these professions, my physical and mental attributes grew. Each increase in my blacksmithing and alchemy skills seemed to enhance my innate capabilities, a phenomenon both fascinating and empowering.

With my blacksmithing skill now at level 200 and alchemy at level 120, noticeable changes had occurred in my stats. Blacksmithing, a profession demanding strength and endurance, had augmented my Strength and Stamina by 2 points for every 10-levels gained. The meticulous and intricate work of forging and shaping metals not only honed my physical prowess but also fortified my resilience.

Similarly, the practice of alchemy, a discipline that requires keen intellect and a deep connection to the spiritual aspects of nature, had bolstered my Intellect and Spirit. Each new concoction, each successful potion, seemed to expand my understanding and heighten my spiritual awareness.

Furthermore, I observed that as my stats increased, so did my Health Points (HP) and Mana Points (MP). It was as if the growth in my physical and mental abilities directly impacted my vitality and magical capacity.

My current stats stood as a testament to my journey:

• Name: Arthas Menethil

• Class: -

• Age: 10 

• Professions: Blacksmith (200), Alchemy (120)

• Health Points (HP): 70
• Mana Points (MP): 65
• Armor: 0
• Strength: 42
• Agility: 24
• Stamina: 43
• Intellect: 30
• Spirit: 28

These numbers reflected not just the skills I had acquired but also the transformation I had undergone - a transformation that was both physical and intellectual. It dawned on me that every swing of the hammer at the anvil and every careful mix of herbs in a vial were not just shaping metals and creating potions; they were shaping me.

Towering above my peers, I strode alongside my father through the grand halls of the castle, an imposing figure despite my young age. To anyone's eyes, I resembled a 14-year-old, a fact that didn't escape my lovely older sister, who often teased me about my height with a hint of jealousy.

As we walked, I barraged my father with questions, seizing this rare opportunity to have his undivided attention. My excitement was palpable – this was my first time stepping outside the castle since revealing my past life memories to my mother. I had assured her they were just dreams, but in truth, they were fragments of a life once lived. This white lie was necessary to ease her concerns.

Exiting the castle, a rush of exhilaration swept over me. The world outside was a vast expanse compared to the sheltered life I had led within the castle walls. People bowed respectfully as we passed, their eyes filled with reverence for my father and curiosity towards me.

The training grounds were bustling with activity, the clanging of metal and shouts of instruction filling the air. Amidst the warriors, one figure stood out - a man clad in silver and gold armor, adorned with touches of blue. A hammer hung at his waist, a symbol of his prowess. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized him – Uther the Lightbringer, a legend in his own right. The thrill of meeting such a renowned figure stirred a mix of awe and excitement within me.

Despite my urge to express my excitement, years of etiquette training reminded me to maintain my composure. I was a prince, after all, and it was crucial to uphold the dignity of my title.

Uther bowed deeply as he greeted us. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty," he said with a respectful tone, then turned to me with another bow. "Prince."

My father gestured for Uther to rise. "Uther, I want you to train my son as a paladin," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of his authority and trust.

The moment was surreal. Standing before Uther the Lightbringer, about to be trained as a paladin, felt like a dream come to life. The tales of Uther's bravery and skill had been part of my education, and now here he was, in flesh and blood, ready to impart his wisdom to me.

Uther nodded, a glint of determination in his eyes. "It will be my honor to train the prince," he responded. His stature, combined with his renowned reputation, made him an imposing figure, yet there was a kindness in his eyes that put me at ease.

We walked together towards the training area, Uther discussing the fundamentals of what it means to be a paladin. His words were not just about combat and strategy; they encompassed honor, duty, and the responsibility that came with the power I was about to wield.

As we reached the training grounds, I gazed around at the other trainees, each absorbed in their own drills and exercises. The clanking of swords, the thudding of shields, and the instructors' commanding voices created a symphony of discipline and dedication.

Uther led me to a quieter section of the grounds, where our training would begin. "Being a paladin is more than just mastering the sword and shield," he started, his voice firm yet reassuring. "It is about carrying the light within you, being a beacon of hope and justice in a world often shrouded in darkness."

His words resonated with me, echoing the lessons from my past life and the dreams that haunted my sleep. As we commenced our first lesson, I felt a sense of destiny unfolding, a path that was mine to walk – a path of a prince, a warrior, and a guardian of the light