As a former Fighter who had once reached the peak, Chris's insight was perhaps Lu PingAn's greatest asset right now.
She had actually seen through everything long ago. She had seen that Lu PingAn was in a state of "empty bulk."
He was huge, but most of it was fat rather than muscle honed through training. Not only did his blows barely hurt, but after running just a few steps, those mismatched powers became extra drain and dead weight instead.
He needed a "hammer" to forge this raw material of his into steel.
He needed nonstop practical combat training to fully bring out the combat talent bestowed upon him by Rule Building, turning this "bloated mortal" into a soldier capable of prolonged battle.
"...You look a little more presentable than before."
In Big Cat's eyes, only now had Lu PingAn's assets—his Demon Vine body, Runner profession, Life-type profession, and so on—finally become weapons with real combat value.
"More or less. Advance."
During the brief two-hour rest and adjustment period, Big Cat suddenly spoke up.
"For the combat ahead, a mere Tier 2 Fighter really won't be enough. Enter Tier 3. Give yourself a powerful Self-Curse, and going up another level should be about right."
Lu PingAn had only been a Tier 2 Fighter for a few days, yet Big Cat was already telling him to ramp things up again.
In her view, a special existence like Lu PingAn had no need to keep digging into the Tier 2 ability pool, which was already starting to run dry. He could charge straight toward the next goal.
"...Isn't that too fast? And can we handle the ritual and all that?"
Lu PingAn's previous advancement to a Tier 3 profession had already been unimaginably difficult. Ordinary Professionals might need to spend ten or