'Even though now I posses the legendary technique passed down in the family, who would have thought practicing it was this hard'
Keta was crying bitterly while focusing on cultivating in his family arts. According to manual, he have to rotate the energy in his dantain again and again, purify it and then adjust to it. However the pitiful child was at this moment adjusting the newly core inside of him, so far, forget about rotating his core, he couldn't feel it without spending a real deal of sweat and effort..
His current task was to feel his cultivation base as if he was feeling his breath, but right now clearly it required a lot of concentration. Only the zombies were really annoying, banging on the kitchen door from time to time, growling like they had nothing better to do. This disturbance made it very hard for Keta to enter deep mediation.
'Aaah, fuck...I quit' said Keta giving up in annoyance. His mood quickly took a turn, such mood swings are regarded serious symptoms in psychology for mentally ill people, it was a good thing there was no psychologist present here.
'Lets do something about those stat points, clearly, I can't make a rash decision here, only after proper reasoning can I decide how to invest these stats' exclaimed Keta in excitement.
'For now I can do without increasing strength, as for intelligence, wisdom, health and such, I can't add skill points to them. Maybe its a beginner level restriction so we can spend our points wisely, or it can be a permanent feature, in which case we will have to increase them on our on' pondered Keta.
'For now I don't really want to fight the zombies and only want to keep my little life, so the most wise decision should be stamina and agility, so I can run, run far enough and fast enough'
Making his decision, Keta summoned the magical screen by chanting its name 'Character Screen!'
'Put 10 points each in agility and stamina' ordered Keta in a tone full with authority.
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Character Information Window
Name Keta Oni'Ho'Nay
Level: 4
Species: Human Occupation: True Survivor
Fame 0
Mana
1
Health 5
Mental Power 3
Strength 2(+1)
Agility 13
Stamina 14
Wisdom 1
Intelligence 3
Luck 6
stat points= 0
* Title: Beginner Survivor [strength+1]
* Sponsor: D3vil
-Equipment Information-
Weapons:
Equipment:
Secondary Equipment:
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'The rise in stamina and agility was dramatic, maybe I should have divided them equally' thought Keta.
Agility and stamina from 3 and 4 had grown to 13 and 14 respectively. The change was actually more than 4x times. It was an astronomical change. Keta could already be considered fast and had stamina far above average people due to his father's harsh training since childhood, but now he was simply a monster in these fields.
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'What is done is done, no point in crying on spilled beans. Lets try my new strength' said Keta, in his tone there was no regret whatsoever about his previous decision.
Keta got up and ran towards the other end of the kitchen, and before his speed was actually this fast! Heavens in merry seconds his speed was now equal to his father? It has to be known that his father was a genius level expert and was really devoted in practicing martial arts.
At this moment, Keta's speed could easily rival his dad's perhaps even surpass his by small margin. In his excitement, before Keta could stop himself, he crashed in the sink, his head shot towards the glass window, breaking the glass, his head came out of the broken window and came to a halt.
'That was close, if my neck had gotten slashed by the glass, I would have died on the spot, even my instinctual struggle could have granted me instant death' he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry, he who didn't die from the zombies would die from a stupid accident.
Very carefully, with all his mental power focused, he slowly started to pull his head back, trying to avoid any tucks on his face or chin. Still he couldn't help but glance down from the window, unto the street which was filled with the blood thirsty zombies.
He saw an old man, not exactly old but in his late middle age stage running towards his villa cursing words at him.
'You stupid cow brain! just had to attract their attention, who the hell told you to create this much noise' shouted the old man.
Wait is this mister insane? clearly he is the one shouting, even if his crash in the window shattered the glass, and the glass smashed on the street, it did create some noise but it was nothing compared to what the old man was doing now thought Keta.
'If I get out alive from this, I will spank your ass so hard that you won't be able to sit for months, damn boy just you wait' shouted the old man once again.
'What the hell is wrong with this senile old man?' thought Keta. Even though the old man's words were very provoking, Keta was in no mood to fight it out with the old man. Since even a single shout from him could invite several visitors from outside the kitchen.
Even thought the kitchen doors are pretty sturdy and won't fall off easily, once they are attacked on heavily and continuously even they can't remain standing, after all when they were set here, there was no previous intention to set a fort here.
Suddenly a thought hit his mind and his mouth curved shaping in an evil smile. 'This old man is unexpectedly incredibly shrewd and brutal, to save his own life he wants to doom mine' said Keta to himself while coldly staring at the old man who was currently running from a crowd of hungry wild zombies.