180, Please Follow Doctor's Orders
The effects of the Stratum Advancement Ticket quickly manifested in his body. A mysterious cold current swept through Li Aoz's limbs and bones, connecting all the systems in his body. Each part and tissue seemed to bloom like a flower, bursting forth with power beyond common sense.
Li Aoz raised his hand, and without any effort, the wind was drawn to him, swirling gently in his palm. His skin subtly revealed a porcelain-like texture.
Porcelain skin... this is a characteristic of the Star Abyss Gods.
The Elai Ling Race is also a branch of the descendants of gods. As they ascend on their path of cultivation, their bodies will gradually depart from human form and transform into something resembling a god.
However, Li Aoz did not show any obvious changes in appearance. In addition to the improvement of his [Charm] attribute, his appearance continued to be optimized. His eyebrows and eyes became more handsome, and his three-dimensional features were flawless from any angle.
He could simply stand there, without moving a muscle, and the sunlight and humidity would adjust themselves to the perfect angle, ensuring he always maintained the best posture, as if the whole world was admiring Li Aoz's beauty.
He moved around casually, and the [Flesh Affinity] allowed him to adapt well to his continuously evolving body without any discomfort.
"Hmm, just in terms of physical sensation, Zeta-rank has almost completely reached the peak of physical strength, but feeling is useless, I need to check the changes on the panel."
He quickly checked his attributes.
Name: Li Aoz
[Title]: Catastrophe, Pioneer of the Future
[Race]: Elai Ling Race, Stage I, providing corrections—"Architect Angel," "Geographical Editing," "Cosmic Creatures," "Theoretical Analysis," "Element Architecture"; [Gender]: Biological Male
[Age]: 22 [Template]: Advanced Veteran Combat-Type NPC (+10% maximum health, +15% Damage Rate)
[Faction]: Layered Abyss - Galaxy's Eye Border - Crystal Tower Civilization (Uncertain)
[Total Level]: lv.150 — [Main Class]: [Echoer] lv.100 — [Sub-Class]: [Biochemist] lv.20; [Mage] lv.30 — [Crafting Class]: [Forging Master]
[Health Points]: 56,000/56,000 (Mimicry: 16,200) [Mana]: 38,000/38,000
[Attribute]: Strength - 100 ([Bloodline] Amplification: Charisma equal to the same amount)
Dexterity - 100, Constitution - 100, Charisma - 209 (Final gain: 271.7 + 180 = 451.7) Intelligence - 122.4 (Final gain: 146.88)
[Talents]: [Racial Talent - Spell Aptitude], [Racial Talent - Super Sensory Thinking], [Class Talent - Immortal Genes] - from [Biochemist], [Class Talent - Arcane Deconstruction] - from [Mage], [Class Talent: Echo] - from [Astral Echoer] [Factions]: [Perpetual · Love Hunter], [Agile Skills], [Perpetual: Arbitrary Autocracy], [Flesh Affinity], [Villainous Outlaw], [Excellent Student] [Aoneng]: Core Aura - [Sequence Nine: Gravity]
Development level: Contact level
Subordinate Aoneng - [Sequence Seventy-Seven: Calamity]
Development level: Contact level
Subordinate Aoneng - [Sequence Eighty-Two: Bloodline]
Development Status: (Considered Complete) Subordinate Aoneng - [Soul-Inscribed Sword Saint — Wargod] Cauchy-class (Ξ, the thirteenth Greek letter)
Development level: Contact level
Controlling Aoneng:
—— [Sequence 56: [Crescent Moon]]
Development level: Perception level
[Owned Skills]: (While in 'Echo' form, you cannot view your skills and knowledge reserves)
[Divine Spark Power]: "Smiling Through Suffering" - When you and your followers suffer pain/defeat, you will accumulate 'Suffering' points, which can be used in conjunction with experience.
Current cumulative suffering: 0 points
"When the songs of suffering rise, you are the savior of the suffering people."
Current buff: Provides 100 fixed [Charisma] (does not benefit from feat bonuses) "Death Prison" - You and your followers will gain a chance to revive in battle (once per calendar day). Your followers can devour the souls of the dead to gain their memories, feats, or skills. This ability also applies to Soul Crystals.
You can transform the dead into your own undead unit, the 'Undead'. The Undead do not possess fully independent consciousness, but they will obey your actions. You can dismiss the Undead at any time or absorb them.
Current buff: Provides 80 fixed points of [Charisma] (does not benefit from feat bonuses) [Tier]: Zeta-rank (ζ, the sixth Greek letter)
"The level is still not high enough... According to the standard, Zeta-rank should be between level 120 and 140, and the Primary Attribute should be over 500 points."
For example, Nefthys Cleopatra, Silver Armor we encountered in Verrazzi, is a second-tier class of the [Destruction] type [Martial Artist], namely the [Savage Gladiator]. Her [Constitution] and [Strength] are both above 500 points. Another example is Lady Liu E's bodyguard, 'Zhuo', Primary Attribute are definitely at this level.
Even with the boost from two divine attributes, Li Aoz's Primary Attribute was only 451.7 points.
Unfortunately... the divine status is too high, and the [Autocratic] feat cannot provide any boost at all.
Otherwise, he could have gone and confronted Canyue head-on right now.
Li Aoz simply forced his rank up, but his level wasn't high enough. He lacked the rank effects and the special skills and expertise accumulated by the Epsilon-rank. But now, at least he has the confidence to resist the Crescent Moon.
Overall, I'm actually not bad. Although I'm the weakest among the Zeta-rank, my stats are completely overpowered among the Epsilons, making me the strongest.
Li Aoz glanced at the time; it was already 2:40 PM. But he still hadn't received the supplies traded by the players.
"The Caramel Snail are too slow. Something doesn't feel right."
Li Aoz opened the forum and glanced at the time: in the Real World Yanxia Zone, it was 3:20 AM.
Well... these people aren't even up yet.
He usually keeps many of his belongings in his dormitory, especially his handy tools and instruments—they are easy to place and use right away.
The rest is one thing—but the Truth Drug is still in the dormitory. And the production line for the Truth Drug is also in the Biochemical Pool.
Li Aoz was speechless. He was trapped here, and Dia Lan had fallen unconscious. He couldn't just leave her here and go back to find medicine, could he? He would definitely have to rely on the players to trade for her.
If she were to wake up and wander around carelessly, accidentally bumping into Dimensional Barrier, without the protection of the [Crescent Moon], Dia Lan would probably be stuck in the two-dimensional world for the rest of his life.
[Hey, please, bro 10752, you're my Big Brother, so please don't cause any trouble during this time, okay!]
Li Aoz muttered a few words to himself, wondering if it would have any effect on the other party.
Li Aoz didn't want to just sit and wait—after all, given the speed of communication between the game and reality, it would probably take two or three days for them to log in and see the mission.
We need to gather some resources first, and then check if there are any survivors nearby.
Having more helpers means we'll have a better chance of dealing with the participants.
He walked up to Dia Lan and shook his shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Don't sleep."
However, Dia Lan's brows were furrowed, and sweat beaded on her forehead, as if she were experiencing some kind of nightmare. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked very unnatural.
"Cough... Uh..."
Dia Lan's lips moved slightly, his fingers curled up slightly, making a weak struggle.
Li Aoz frowned, raised his hand and pressed it against the other person's forehead, which felt burning hot.
"She has a fever? No way? She was fine with a temperature of over 1000 degrees Celsius just now, and now her temperature is only in the 50s. Can't she handle it?"
Li Aoz muttered a few words, then suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
He gazed at Dia Lan's slender figure—the girl was young, but quite tall, standing at least 1.75 meters. She had been lying on a bed made of desks, with her feet sticking out.
At this moment, her feet had already been pulled back inside the tabletop, her facial features looked somewhat childish, and her weak breathing sounded more like that of a middle school girl.