Some people seemed to allocate their stat points haphazardly, but actually relied on outside help... strength potions bought with piles of cash, and buffs earned through good relationships.
Though it sounded bizarre, Old School Striking King had never compromised her core role. Her spirit and stamina had both been raised according to the standard attributes for a Battle Priest!
Others, however, took points that should have gone into their class specialties and put them into completely unrelated strength.
The little girl liked playing with bombs because, apart from a few auras and divine spells with low mana requirements, she was good for nothing.
Making up for that shortcoming had set her on her current path as a bomb maniac... but even if she made all her bombs herself, she was still burning money!
In fact, a simple stat reset would solve her problem. If she became a standard Light Priest, then combined that with her outstanding bomb-making skills, she would certainly become very powerful.
But although the Undead gathered there wore mocking expressions, none of them would say anything so pointless... those who could get along with the little girl had rather bizarre playstyles themselves, and they were all fiercely individualistic.
Nobody cared what the mainstream was.
In fact, they had gathered precisely because a suddenly released, time-limited quest had, for once, fallen into the hands of unhurried people like them who did whatever they pleased.
They usually could not be bothered to compete, but nobody wanted to give up a reward that had finally landed in their laps.
Wasn't their whole reason for surrounding this gray-robed Mage and rambling on, even deliberately pointing out the little girl's notorious identity as a bomb maniac and useless Priest, to divert the attention of the major guild officers watching from afar?
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