A look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
That immense control over flesh and blood made him feel as though, with a single thought, every cell in his body could become a terrifying cataclysm, unleashing explosive power.
Without another word, he immediately opened his system panel.
[Lynn] [Race]: Human Race [Class]: Night Doctor [Faction]: Chaotic Good [Level]: 55 [Combat ability]: Terrifying Flesh Cataclysm abilities and an extremely high IQ. [Description]: A Potion Maker's apprentice from Wandering Soul Alley, an Apprentice Night Doctor of Dark Night City, a close friend of multiple Origins, a Plague Doctor Steward who banged a tree, a Perverted and Twisted Lolicon, Leviathan's liberator, and an abnormal human with the Desire Strike ability. No matter how you look at him, he hardly seems to represent justice and goodness, yet he has indeed acquired those labels. His madness, along with his gradually awakening intellect and control, which are utterly out of proportion to his own rank, has also steadily earned him a reputation in the Dark World-not a particularly good one.
As usual, he decisively ignored all the slander in the system's description of him.
Looking at his soaring level and his constitution stat, which far exceeded his other three stats, Lynn sucked in a breath.
He actually knew himself very well.
In terms of individual strength alone, once his collection of game-breaking items and his Curse Eye were taken out of the equation, he was really just an oversized super minion with most of his points invested in constitution.
He had never relied on his own strength, but on his schemes.
But now...
Not only had his level risen by sixteen in a single sleep, but his constitution had long since passed a thousand. Judging by constitution alone, he had definitely far surpassed his current