[Choose Your Starter]
>[7-Day Soft Gene Elixir]
OR
>[Level 10 Weapon]
OR
>[Fragmented City Stele]
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'The trial…'
Sylas looked around, but rather than a sea of white like the past, he was still in the same sea of blackness, the twinkling stars winking from a distance.
'This choice…'
Sylas looked through his status screen. His stats had changed again.
—
…
[Level: 0]
[Physical: 0.118]
>[Strength: 0.105]
>[Constitution: 0.135]
>[Dexterity: 0.125]
>[Speed: 0.105]
[Mental: 7.403]
>[Intelligence: 1.905]
>[Wisdom: 1.303]
>[Charisma: 19]
[Will: 19]
[Luck: 2.133]
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'Hm? It's the exact same. Why did I think that…?'
Sylas frowned. His mind no longer felt foggy. He felt sharp, well-rested, alert. He wouldn't make a mistake like that.
'Oh…'
Sylas had gotten into the habit of using Will to scan the strength of opponents rather than a Scouting Skill because his own was far too weak. He had subconsciously done so on himself, and felt the dip in strength.
