Book 4. Chapter 1
Brin heard a loud rap on the door to his workshop. Bad timing, hopefully they would go away. He was making glass.
He waved his hand inside the glass oven to get a feel for the temperature before shutting the door. He still couldn't touch the molten glass without getting burned, but [Heat Resistance] was more than enough for protecting him against the heat of the oven in brief doses. The oven still wasn't quite hot enough. Sure, he could pour a ridiculous amount of mana into the glass in the oven to heat it that way, but he wanted the furnace to be able to do it. That was the whole point of the furnace. Ademir and then Ademsi had never had any trouble getting the furnace hot enough. What was he missing? He would try spying on the other [Glassers] in town, but they all had Skills for this. A complete waste, in his mind.
The knocking on his door came again, louder and more insistent. It was a bit of a surprise, because shouldn't his Invisible Eyes have warned him someone was nearby? With a mental slap to his forehead, he realized his Invisible Eyes probably had warned him. He'd turned off his notifications while he'd been concentrating on glassmaking.
In the five weeks they’d been in Blackcliff, he’d progressed in his Class by leaps and bounds. He hadn't actually leveled up, but he'd done very well on his Skills and attributes. His biggest leap had been Mental Control now that he had a boost for training it, but there were some other notable advancements.
Strength: 214 -> 216
Dexterity: 155 -> 156
Vitality: 187 -> 189
Magic: 196 -> 202
Mental Control: 224 -> 236