My first immediate reaction is to dump a good amount of them into Dexterity and Willpower. I think thirteen into both stats is fair. I have to remember that each point into willpower is actual equivalent to 1.15 total stats, so investing into it is smart, especially if I get more traits and feats like the two I have now, in the future.

With nineteen points left, I decide to put 8 points into agility and perception each, and the remaining three points into strength.

I take a look quickly at my upgraded attributes.

Attributes

Strength – 18 (+2)

Agility – 32 (+2)(+3)

Dexterity(+) – 48 (+2)(+2)(+4)

Endurance – 11 (+2)

Perception – 25 (+2)

Intelligence – 12 (+2)

Willpower – 38 (+2)

‘No wonder the difference between tiers is so tough to beat! Though my attributes are slightly inflated than what would be normally expected due to my class.’

With that all done and squared away, I head over to Uncle Moren and crew.

“Ok I’m all ready, lets finally get the hell out of this place.” I say eagerly.

“Sounds good Rowan my boy!” He says as he grabs me once again like a sack of potatoes and begins travelling at rapid speeds.

“Goddamnit! I forgot about this part.” I say defeatedly.

“Haha! Don’t worry kid, we’ll make it there in no time!”

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Empire Lieutenant Harvey’s POV

“What the HELL do you mean you let him out of the city?! Do you even realize what a talent like that could do for the Empire?!” The general spits out on the other side of the hologram.

The general continues to lecture me.

“As our system given right, we must do all we can to spread out influence and conquer the multiverse. You keep up this kind of behavior, and I’ll have to assume your attempting to impede that goal. You don’t need me to tell you what we do to people who impede our goals, do you?”

“No sir!” I say with as neutrally as possible to disguise my dissatisfaction.

“Good, if you don’t get this kid into the army with the week, it’ll be your head Harvey. YOUR HEAD!” He quickly says before hanging up.

I bang my fist on the table, causing a loud bang to reverberate throughout the small office.

“Why the HELL, was I assigned to this godforsaken planet!” I scream out in anger.

I think back to what got me in this position.

Three years ago my future looked bright, I was just promoted to lieutenant, I had won multiple large victories, on admittedly small planets, but victories nonetheless.

Being such a rising star in the Empire’s military, granted me a big networking opportunity, an invite to one of the largest military celebrations in the capital. A few of the Emperor’s sons were even going to be there.

So I wore my finest black suit with green accents, as my core is of the wood attribute, unaware that this is the same attribute as one of the princes attending the party.

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Apparently, this is a big social faux pas, as anyone with the same element as royalty must not display their element openly, as that could be considered saying that you are of the same level as that royalty.

No one had told me this though, so during the event, the prince in question said nothing to me, making sure that everyone in the room saw my mistake,

The next day, I was reassigned to this shitty planet, and was resigned for my career to stall for the next few years before I’m sent back out to active battlefields.

Here I find out the Empire has their eyes on some superstar young talent that appeared on this planet, and now it’s my ass on the line because of it.

“Gearald! Get the hell in here, NOW!”

The door quickly opens, with my assistant scurrying in.

“Yes sir.” He says seriously.

“Any luck in the closest few cities to Justice?”

“No sir, but we have increased security in Candline city, the nearest city with a jump pad, and also where we believe he may be headed.”

“Good, I want no stone unturned in that city. Remind all of out soldiers we are looking for a twenty year old male, holding a worn down sword, and has cultivation unlocked despite his young age. Strength is tier 1, possibly tier 2. Three to six accomplices too as well.”

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t let me down soldier.” I say solemnly.

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Chairman Jolix’s POV

I sit in my office reading through the list of this years applicants at rapid pace, taking only fractions of a second to read through multiple names and descriptions of applicants.

“Oh wow, some real talent this year! The Saving Face Corporation is looking to head into another successful year!” I say boisterously.

‘Only a weeks left until registration, I’m hoping a few more stragglers pull through. Already seventeen rank 1 talents and forty-six rank 2 talents is quite the haul though, so I suppose I shouldn’t be too greedy. One of them is even a probable rank 0 candidate too!’

As an influential independent organization, separate from the large superpowers that squabble over land, we don’t need to play by their rules. After all, if we were to pull our branches from their country, they wouldn’t have a convenient gathering place of talent to make very generous offers too.

The chairman of such a well-connected and influential organization, myself, often find themselves stuck with the tough decision of how to test these talents to find out if they have what it takes.

Usually what I do is come up with some sort of challenge for them to complete. This year’s challenge is going to be a little unorthodox for these types of things, but a perfect challenge nonetheless.

Anyone who is actually a rank two or above, as their recruiter stated, should face little difficulty at all! I don’t know why so many higher ups are worried, it’s not like too many of these kids will die.

‘The multiverse is cruel, and these kids need to grow up quickly if they want to hold on to their power.’ I think to myself solemnly.

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Sinny's POV

I float down the halls of the Saving Face Corp's branch in the Kingdom of Filith.

As a member of the Nilid race, my tentacled limbs and humanoid face make for quite the odd appearance, at least in this part of the multiverse. Usually most races are either humanoid, or not, usually never in between.

Though I suppose I've never had a problem with bullying or the like, anyone that even tried such a childish thing has long learned their lesson, eternally.

After teaching one of these so called 'bully's' a lesson, a recruiter for the Saving Face Corporation found me and brought me in. This place is much better than where I used to live, that being nowhere. I lived wherever the tide would take me. Oftentimes I wouldn't eat for weeks, or months sometimes if I was unlucky enough, but here I'm fed everyday and given a place to sleep. It's quite nice I must say.

Apparently I'm a rank 1 talent or something, whatever that means. I've never been fond of labels. All I've ever cared about is my people's calling, the mastery of the mind. True mastery and comprehension into my own thoughts and ideas are what every true Nilid seeks.

I was able to attribute my core before I even awakened, which I'm told is quite the impressive feat, and if my status is to be believed, I'm inclined to agree. I won't allow such a small accomplishment relax me, though. This is only one step into the boundless path I have ahead of me.

While floating through the halls, I hear one of the maids whisper under her breath.

"Freak." she says quietly while walking past me.

Before she can even think another thought, she disappears, like she never existed.

"The void's wrath takes another, maybe you will learn your lesson in nothingness, wench." I say silently continuing along like nothing happened.