Supreme Wisdom! The Path to Power!

Gaining an extraordinary class brought an extraordinary leap.

At that moment, Ian truly felt himself growing stronger. It was not merely a psychological sensation; his four core attributes had all received tangible improvements at the same time.

[Name: Ian Kent]

[Ordinary Class: Student lv7 [35/640]]

[Extraordinary Class: Berserker LV1 [0/10]]

[World Recognition: Ordinary NPC]

[Strength: 3.5]

[Constitution: 3.0]

[Intelligence: 2.3]

[Spirit: 2.7]

[Talent Skill: Blood-Reversal Furnace]

[Class Skills: None]

[Class Skill Points: 1]

[General Skill: Learning [Elite]]

[General Skill Points: 7]

The four core attributes on his personal panel had received a very impressive boost. Strength and Constitution in particular had directly reached roughly three times the level of an ordinary person.

Strength mainly affected explosive muscle power, while Constitution governed resistance to damage and recovery speed. Together, the two influenced reaction speed, while Spirit represented willpower and perception.

These were all conclusions Ian had drawn after obtaining the system. It could not be helped; his system was rather rudimentary and lacked the sweet, cutesy intelligent dialogue functions other people had.

"My abs look amazing." Ian stood before the mirror and took off his clothes. His body fat had not been particularly low before, but now he had a physique that was not exaggerated, yet possessed clearly defined muscles.

Perhaps the fat had directly been converted into muscle? It was hard to say. All the changes seemed to have happened in a very short time, ending before Ian could properly experience them.

That was what having cheats was like.

For countless transmigrators, throughout countless years, it had always been this way.

"I feel like I could knock out one Jonathan with a single punch now. Maybe one and a half Jordans." Ian clenched his fist hard, his muscles rippling as the artistic beauty of the human body was displayed in full.

This sort of "self-appreciation" was admittedly a little narcissistic.

Still, Ian was genuinely delighted. He did not even care as much about the unchanged status under [World Recognition]. Obtaining an extraordinary class had allowed him to see a path toward saving himself.

Perhaps his current strength and abilities still made him nothing but a tiny fry in this dangerous world, but this was only the beginning. His future could still hold far broader horizons.

"Keep it up. Develop quietly. Don't get cocky!"

Ian's self-encouragement showed considerable self-awareness. After calming his surging emotions a little, he looked at the talent skill that had appeared after acquiring the [Berserker] class.

[Blood-Reversal Furnace: Damage received accumulates experience for you. Each instance of effective damage grants a corresponding amount of experience based on the severity of the injury.

All negative statuses and bodily injuries allow you to accumulate Rage. When your Rage Meter is full, your Strength, Constitution, and pain resistance will be greatly enhanced.

When simultaneously suffering from ≥5 negative statuses or when near death, you may activate the "Mutilated Flesh" state: All attributes +30%, but Sanity and intelligence will continuously decline.]

It had to be said.

The power brought by an extraordinary class was indeed somewhat outrageous. Especially an ability like this, the core skill of a class—it was so comprehensive that even the rich and poor alike would struggle to mutate such a thing.

"Getting hurt makes me stronger?"

Ian even felt that his talent could be given another name and used directly as a ready-made cheat. At last, he felt that his system had finally become reliable.

"There's also the Skill Tree."

Ian opened the newly appeared option.

The next moment.

An image shaped like the branches of a great tree appeared in his mind. Every glowing "fruit" on it represented a skill he could learn with Class Skill Points. Almost the instant he opened the Skill Tree, Ian was drawn to the skill available at LV100 at the very top.

[Eternal Rage: If you possess ≥25 negative statuses upon death, consume all statuses to revive and restore all strength, gaining the effect of [Blood-Bathed Rebirth], which doubles all attributes.]

Though it had a cooldown of an entire day, it could absolutely be called a godly resurrection skill! With this skill, Ian felt that perhaps he would not need to worry so much about dying as a sacrifice!

He could even allow himself to be sacrificed for his family once every day!

"What a pity! Reaching level 100... how could that possibly be easy?" Ian sighed and reluctantly withdrew his gaze. At present, there were only three skills he could learn.

After all, his class was only level one.

[Remnant Resonance: When the body is incomplete (lost limbs, blindness, missing internal organs), the remaining organs will operate beyond their limits, compensating for lost functions and granting additional Strength and Constitution bonuses.]

[Self-Healing Tide: Restores 1% of maximum health per second and can heal all injuries, including fatal wounds, but you cannot move or attack during healing and recovery.]

[Poison Gland Stomach: Your stomach will be modified. Consumed food can be converted into poison for storage, which can be applied to your attacks when needed.]

All three skills were fairly good.

But in Ian's view, there was only one he could choose. Both [Remnant Resonance] and [Poison Gland Stomach] sounded rather miserable.

They also did not align with Ian's way of doing things.

"Learn skill [Self-Healing Tide]!"

Ian decisively chose and learned the skill.

He had played quite a few games in this life. Based on his limited understanding and research, when playing games, any skill with percentage-based effects was definitely worth choosing.

Like [Self-Healing Tide], this skill sounded heavily restricted, but it could make him a whole man again in a hundred seconds. It was absolutely the best skill for leveling up in combination with [Blood-Reversal Furnace].

As for his plans for the future.

Ian had his own ideas.

"I don't like going outside to get abused. As long as I abuse myself hard enough, nobody outside will get to abuse me!" Ian's wisdom had always been rather bizarre.

And so.

He directly pulled a small knife from the drawer.

"Slice, slice, slice~"

As though cutting paper.

Ian slashed a large gash across his arm.

[Health lost, experience +1]

After waiting for a while.

Ian had collected a whole cup of blood before the system finally gave him feedback. How should he put it? Gaining experience was harder than he had imagined, but it was still acceptable.

"Heal yourself! My body!"

Ian activated the skill. The next moment, he felt as though he had become a statue, completely unable to move. The injury on his body recovered at a visibly rapid pace. Ian could tell that if someone interrupted this rigid state, the recovery effect would stop as well.

And.

As his self-healing ability activated, he began to feel hungry. It was clearly a form of skill consumption, and the restrictions were quite numerous. Perhaps for someone who loved fighting, it was merely a useless skill.

However.

"Another slash for strength... and another!"

After conducting one experiment.

Without another word, Ian cut seven or eight large gashes into his arm. In keeping with the principle of not wasting anything, he even gulped down all the blood that had flowed out.

It tasted a little rusty, but that was no big deal. As long as it was nutritious and healthy. Had he not heard the recommendations of those weight-loss bloggers? Low-calorie, high-protein stuff could be eaten straight away.

[Health lost, experience +1]

This time, the system's feedback came much faster.

Ian, whose face had turned somewhat pale, was overjoyed. However, while immersed in the joy of leveling up and growing stronger, he failed to notice that outside his bedroom window, a man wearing a red-and-blue caped suit was hidden in the darkness, staring at what was happening inside with a complicated expression.

"Oh, poor Ian."

Clark's expression could not have been more sorrowful.

He had not expected that after merely going out to save people from a chemical plant explosion, he would return before even landing to change out of his suit and discover his youngest son self-harming in his room.

Because he restrained his super vision around his family, Clark had not noticed the changes in Ian's body. All he had seen was Ian cutting his own arm with a knife.

"It seems... he really needs to start taking medication."

Clark's heart felt heavy as he changed clothes in an instant and slowly descended into the empty courtyard. He began considering how to knock on Ian's door and speak with him without seeming abrupt.

To be fair, if Clark had still harbored some doubts about the psychologist's diagnosis before, he now truly believed that his youngest son was one hundred percent sick.

And it was definitely not a mild case.