漂亮人妻当面被朋友玩弄

-You have absorbed an Essence (XP) crystal and received 50,000 XP.-

-Current Essence stored in Essence Pool(XP): 331,812.-

-You have absorbed an Essence (XP) crystal and received 30,000 XP.-

-Current Essence stored in Essence Pool(XP): 361,812.-

-You have absorbed an Essence (XP) crystal and received 70,000 XP.-

-Current Essence stored in Essence Pool(XP): 431,812.-

-You have absorbed an Essence (XP) crystal and received 100,000 XP.-

-Current Essence stored in Essence Pool(XP): 531,812.-

Unlike the original batch of XP crystals, which only came in 1k, 2k, 10k, or 20k, Cynrik had obtained various valued crystals. Mainly 30k, 50k, 70k, and even 100k XP crystals, shocking Brance greatly as he didn’t bother inspecting them before absorbing their contents and turning the stones to dust.

Soon enough, the final crystal had been drained of its contents, and Brance ran the quick math in his head. Although he trusted Cynrik’s foresight, after realizing that he would need 29,924,558 for his Paladin class and 2,898,713 XP to reach level ten of his Primary Level, Brance could only shake his head as he saw the massive 33 million XP in his Essense Pool.

Cynrik had given him enough crystals to cover his advancements, and Brance even had a little XP left over.

Feeling as if he had just finished eating a five-course meal, Brance switched pages on his Status profile and began allocating XP toward his Paladin Class.

-You have chosen to distribute 252,616 XP to your Primary Class.-

-Are you sure you would like to assign this XP to your Primary Class? (Y/N)-

-Your Tier-2 Paladin Class has leveled up-

-Your Distribution has increased by +0.2 STR, 0.2 VIT.-

-You have received two Stat points.-

-You have received two Skill points.-

-You have distributed the total amount of XP your Primary Class can handle.-

– Your Tier-2 Paladin Class has reached the level cap of 35.-

-Current Primary Class Distribution upon leveling up, 7 STR, 7 VIT.-

-You have learned 5 Tier-2 Paladin Class Skills.-

Pressed for time, Brance didn’t examine his new Class skills and instead jumped over to his Primary Level. With both of his Classes maxed out, it was now time to reap all the benefits that would come with his additional 14 points to his distribution.

Taking a deep breath and preparing himself for the obvious pain he was about to experience, Brance went ahead and started allocating the rest of the XP in his Essence Pool into his Primary Level.

-You have chosen to distribute 252,616 XP to your Primary Level.-

-Are you sure you would like to assign this XP to your Primary Level? (Y/N)-

-You have Leveled up!-

-You have Leveled up!-

-You have Leveled up!-

-You have Leveled up!-

-You have …-

Each increase in his Primary Level not only brought Brance an additional 20 Stat points but also increased his stats heavily. With how his distribution was currently set up, he received 13 STR, 9 DEX, 2 AGI, 9 INT, 11 VIT, and 2 MIND with each level up.

By the time he hit level ten, Brance’s muscles were tense as a mixture of pain and warmth flooded his body, and most of his stats increased by at least 90 points.

When the pain finally subsided, Brance opened his eyes and smiled bitterly. Even after boosting his VIT by 110 points, he didn’t have 9k STAM yet. However, his eyes quivered slightly when he saw the astronomical 362 Free allocation points, and his bitter smile shifted to a brilliant one.

It wasn’t that he had forgotten about them, so much as he was too focused on trying to hit other goals instead. Still, the instant his eyes fell on the large number, Brance set about allocating the points like a madman, and a few minutes later, he sat there and admired his new Stat profile.

: Status :

: Brance Athalos Jetlensr (Björn Ironside Ragnarsson):

: Title – Perfect Foundation, Perfect Clear Expert, Reforged Body, Skill Creator :

: Demi-Human Male (90% Human, 10% Lightbringer):

: Age-12:

: Tier-2  :

: Primary Class – Tier-2 Paladin : (+7 STR, +7 VIT)

:Former: Tier-1 Warrior : (+2 STR, +2 VIT Distribution)

: Sub-Class – (Basic GemSmith) : (+7 DEX, +7 INT)

:Former: Tier-1 Miner : (+2 STR Distribution)

: Level: 10/35 0/346,177 :

: Essence Pool(XP): 176,729:

: P-Class (Paladin): 35 – XP : CAP

: S-Class (Basic GemSmith): 35 – XP : CAP

: Distribution: 2 Per All : (13 STR, 9 DEX, 9 INT, 11 VIT)

: Mana Codex & Circuits Tier-2  :

: Stage 3 :

: Body – Tier-2, 6.5g Resistance :

: Credits: 1,500,000 :

: STATS :

: HP 23,600/23,600 :

: Mana 11,980/11,980 :

: Stamina 11,800/11,800 :

: Stat Points- 6 :

: Skill Points- 90 :

: Strength-  860 :

: Dexterity- 680 :

: Agility- 680 :

: Intelligence- 860:

: Vitality-  860 :

: Mind-  680 :

: Will Power- 15:

: Gem Cutting: 0, XP 90/100 :

: Killing Intent- 348 – 4.5g :

: Affinity- :

:(SAG)Light-Tier-2.5 (Expert): :Expand:

:(BG) Earth-Tier-2 (Adept): :Expand:

:(BG) Wind-Tier-2  (Adept): :Expand:

After Brance did some quick math and pushed his VIT up to 860 from 708, he added one point to his INT, making it match his VIT, before moving on and bringing his STR up to meet his INT and VIT.

With the three most essential stats out of the way, Brance had spent some time staring at his DEX, AGI, and MIND. As the only one of his stats yet to reach 600, his AGI was the weakest of the three. Dumping the bulk of his remaining 169 Stat points into his AGI, Brance made the three stats match each other at 665, costing him 118 points and dropping his remaining balance down to 51 Stat points.

Still, after finishing assigning the points, Brance was a bit unhappy with his spread, so he burned an additional 45 points to raise the three lowest stats a bit higher.

In doing this, Brance only had six points left over, but to him, that was fine.

While Brance waited for Cynrik to return with his coffee, he called for a couple of training Droids and set about sparring with them, allowing his body a few minutes to adjust to his newfound power.

Unfortunately, he gravely underestimated his new strength. As soon as he cleanly connected with one of the droids’ heads, it exploded into a shower of scrap metal and spare parts, putting an end to the training program and sending the remaining droid back into the closet, leaving Brance stunned, staring at his fist in awe.

Of course, at that precise moment, Cynrik walked into the training room whistling, only to halt in his tracks and admire the damage his younger brother did.

“Well, damn Brancie, what did that poor robot do to you? Did you really have to explode its head like a melon?” Cynrik teased, and with a wave of his hand, all the scrap pieces were gathered and moved to the corner of the room, allowing the cleaning droid that would make its rounds every hour to scoop them up for recycling.

In response to his brother’s taunts, Brance stared at him with dead eyes, sent over his updated Status profile, and received yet another whistle.

“Well, damn, not quite what I expected you to do with the extra points, I half thought you would keep everything even, but that works too. I wish you had raised your AGI higher, but then again, as the saying goes, “Precision Beats power, and Timing Beats Speed.” Shrugging his shoulders and taking a seat on one of the workout benches, Cynrik scrutinized his younger brother.

“It won’t be an easy fight, especially if my theory is correct about your opponent. Ragnar and Jormie were leagues above me, yet I still came out because I schemed from the moment they appeared.”

“Every move I made was overly calculated, and I never once underestimated my opponent; hell, if anything, I OVER estimated them…*slurp*” pausing to take a sip of coffee, Cynrik continued.

“I had no business beating either of them, especially Jormie. But due to falling into every one of my baited traps, my grit, and of course, my insanely self-destructive tendencies, I was able to come out on top.”

“Don’t forget that you are too stupid to know when you are beaten.” Brance threw in after Cynrik finished speaking, making his older brother frown as he took another sip of coffee.

“Semantics, regardless, following the lore of our Deities, you should be facing an Angel or a hero from a different time. Throughout the fight, you need to be on your toes; once their identity gets exposed to you, your first task should be to evaluate every key piece of data you can remember about that being.”

“Will Tobs be able to help me out at all?” Wholeheartedly memorizing every bit of Cynrik’s advice, Brance threw in his question.

“Yes and no, the amount of assistance she can give is minimal at best. Aside from providing basic Resource stat monitoring or a generalized location of your opponent in the event that you get separated, she will not aid you.”

-The Turning Point quest is something that needs to be completed solely by the person involved. Outside Assistance and Aid are banned.-

“See, that’s about all you’ll get out of her, all the things she “CAN’T” do instead of actual help.” Pointing at the ceiling as if that was where Tobs was currently, Cynrik shrugged his shoulders.

“The best I will be able to do is try and slow any damage your physical body sustains, similar to how you did with me. Except I lack any healing skills, so it would end up with me dumping copious amounts of Potions down your gullet.”

“Honestly, I would prefer we woke up Gabby in this situation since she is bound to have a plant or two that can help with healing or calming your mind down.”

“NO!” Hearing Cynrik’s idea, Brance immediately shot it down, causing Cynrik to raise an eyebrow curiously while taking another sip of his drink.

“Explain yourself,” was all Cynrik said in response as he lowered his cup back into his lap.

“Gabby has enough on her plate, and if anything were to happen to me…well, let’s just say I expect it to be about as bad as what happened earlier with you and Selene after your little stunt in the Obelisk.” Feeling a shiver run down his spine at the thought of Gabby turning from her cute and bubbly self into a demoness scared the shit out of Brance.

“Rejected; if you think she will be freaking out if she was here, just think about how pissed off she’ll be if you go through this without telling her, and believe me, she will find out.”

“There is no telling how long you will be locked in combat, and when she notices you aren’t in the living room, the first place she will come is here.”

“So get off your bullshit high horse and wake your girlfriend up, or I will do it for you.”