Sam paused as he read the last line of the description, and a chill ran down his spine. Just how much did the System know about him? Even more strangely, why did it seem that it was helping him? There was a tangled web of fractious connections here, and Sam did not have the time to unpick them. He selected Greater Dao Visionary immediately, and found himself back within his own body.
The feeling of multiple spare stat points pressed on Sam’s mind as he entered reality once more. He had not gained any stat points from his Dao Visionary class, as it had been disabled, but now that he had upgraded it, he had retroactively gained more points. Sam opened his stat sheet, and checked on the new gains before adding his free points.
Sam Atlas
Human:F Rank
Mortal Tier
F Rank
Class:Greater Dao Visionary
Level 51
(10 stat points unspent)
Strength
114
1.48x
Constitution
115
1.48x
Resilience
97
1.48x
Dexterity
107
1.48x
Intelligence
134
1.48x
Wisdom
170
1.48x
* Health 1725/1725
* Mana 2010/2010
* Stamina 1710/1710
* Road to Zenith
Stage 1
* Dao
Dao Fragment of Righteous Anger(Second Step)
* Skills
1x Uncommon, 2x Rare, 1x Epic, 4x Legendary, 2x Mythical
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* Titles
1x Mythical, 1x Celestial
* Temporary Titles
1x Epic, 1x Legendary, 1x Mythical
* Dao Heritage
Dao Incarnation of Existence
* Party
None
* Skill Branches
Muscle Density Enhancement(Level 1)
Basic Weapon Knowledge:Blunt(Level 1)
* Weapon Style
Flowing Water Style
* Weapon Mastery:Implement Stage 5
* Elemental Affinities
Earth:3% Mastery
* Quests
The Sacred Bond:Impossible
Engines of the End Time:S
Rise of the Titans:S
The retroactive double level up had given him over 50 stat points in total. Sam had a feeling that he was going to like F Rank. Eyeing up his stats, Sam dumped all the spare points into Resilience to bring it up to par. Doing so brought the stat to 112. With all of his stats now over a hundred, Sam felt energized like never before. It was not a physical thing like crossing a threshold, just a mental one. The human mind was naturally attracted to multiples of ten, and the most satisfying ones were those that were part of ten’s exponential sequence. It was strange that the System had chosen for the thresholds to be at every exponential multiple of ten, starting at fifty, but Sam was sure that it had its reasons.
With all of that new power, Sam eyed up the window in front of himself and then grinned. What better way to get back in business? Sam ran over to the window, and vaulted the edge, flying out of it at high speeds. He performed a three point landing, not even feeling the slightest bit of pain as he did so. Sam got to his feet, and waved at a few onlookers who were staring at him. It had not been that high of a jump, but it was not everyday that you saw a man leap out of a thirty foot tall building and be completely fine upon landing. Not only completely fine, but Sam hadn't even taken a single point of damage from that. It was only now that Sam was starting to appreciate the importance of his Resilience stat. He had not really seen why it was necessary, seeing as there was already a Constitution stat, one that directly impacted his health. However, there was a key difference. Resilience increased bodily durability, but not the amount of relative damage that the body could take. For example, if Sam had a thousand Resilience but only ten Constitution, he could probably take a missile straight to the face and live. However, if he took another one directly after, and the extra damage made it through his defenses, then he would die. On the other hand, if he had a thousand Constitution, he could soak up a lot of damage, but his body would be too broken to do much with it. That was why it was so important to balance everything out. As Sam brushed himself off, Eduardo came running up, holding a piece of paper.
“Is that the report?” Sam asked, looking at the paper.
Eduardo nodded and handed it to Sam.
“All the changes since we left, as requested.”
“Thanks.” Sam unfurled the piece of paper, and started reading. He had thought that there was not much there, as the paper was only the size of a postcard, but then he saw just how small the font was. It would have been impossible for him to read before the System, but now it was perfectly legible. Hundreds of new buildings had been constructed, and thousands of people had flocked to their banner. As the population of Earth started to come out of stasis, this city would need to expand drastically, either outwards, downwards, or upwards. For now, it looked like it was going upwards. Even then, the city was still packed. Their revenue was skyrocketing too, greatly helped by Okita’s financial wizardry. The man had even set up a trading contract through the Interweb with an agricultural merchant group from outside of the universe. In the war torn regions of the Multiverse, food was always in short supply. From what Sam had heard, at any given time, almost five percent of the entire area of the Multiverse was in a state of war, a number that was unfathomable to him. He could only imagine what the world would have looked like back in the Age of Blood, when every faction was at each other’s throats. No wonder it had earned that ominous name. However, one man’s suffering was another man’s fortune, and they were raking in credits by the tens of thousands. As they placed this money back into the crops after earning it, the cycle just kept on growing.
Sam folded up the paper after ten minutes of reading, just as some of the others came running in with their own reports. Sam waved them off, but then was informed that each of their reports was a specific one on a subsection of the city’s economy. Sam remained stoic on the outside, but he inwardly paled. He may have been a heroic warrior, the strongest man on Earth, but a little bit of paperwork could cause far greater men than him to quail. Even worse, he had asked for this, and if he stopped, then he would be seen as a hypocrite. Gritting his teeth, Sam brought the papers over to a seat, and wasted the greater part of the next hour poring over lists of financial chats and trading logs. At least he could be partly consoled by the fact that everything was going incredibly well within the city.
When he finally finished, he let out a deep breath and handed the papers back.