Barns stumbles out of the challenge chamber, still breathing heavy from the excitement.
As he does, he notices that he has a system notification - his battle against himself has gained him yet another level:
[Name: Barnacles
Species: Human (Irregular)
Level: 11 (0/1600)
Strength: 18
Vitality: 17
Agility: 18
Intellect: 15
Control: 11
Charisma: 19
Luck: 20]
'Looks like my strength is up another point,' he thinks to himself. At a value of 18, he's now 80% stronger than an average human - not counting the extra strength he already has from his weapons and abilities.
"BARNACLES VICTORY!" Clancy shouts, raising his claws into the air high.
"SHEEMSHE HOUMSHIN SSHHUCKSHESSFUL. PRESHENT CURSHED MEDALLION."
Barns takes the broken pieces of coin and throws them at the sage's feet, adding them to the existing pile of doubloons that surround the sage.
HOUMSHIN BREAKSH CURSHED GOLD… INTERESHTING… MAYBE HOUMSHIN MORE CRAB THAN REALIZE…"
