[Status
Name: Ray Kelly
Race: Aero-Mechanical Human
Age: 21
Profession: Professional Web Novel Critic
Title: Executioner (Enemies will feel fear and have their basic reasoning skills reduced by 20% if you turn on the title)
Height: 6'2"
Stats
Level: 65 (28,465/190,000)
STR: 7 (Atk: 12)
AGI: 25 (Speed: 40)
END: 2
INT: 21 (Creativity: 33)
DEX: 3
VIT: 10 (Average for normal human)
MP: 3,000/3,000 (Impressive for normal human)
HP: 5,000/5,000
Stat Points: 1160
Skill Tree:
[Passive]
Trash Talking (Level ???)
Stride (Level 1)- Strengthened walking skills. Agility and speed are increased if one has the Stride skill.
[Active]
Internet Warrior Transformation (Level 15)
Trolling (Level 20)
Email Cloning Technique (Level 1)
Spam Release Technique (Level 1)
Technological Magic (Level 5)
(Sub-skills:
Machine Lord Transformation
Nanosensors Activation
Electricity Manipulation)
Sympathetic Magic (Level 1)
Craftsmanship Magic (Level 1
(Sub-skills:
Fabric Figure Creation)
Basic Wind Magic (Level 1)
SP: 8720
Fame: +500 (By killing thirty-three dangerous criminals, you have gained a substantial amount of fame that causes the weak to have various types of reactions towards you)
Remark: Strong and Smart young tiger breaking out of his mother's embrace]
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Ray thought things out logically and allocated his stat and skill points first.
To make up for his weakness, he added 100 stat points into endurance and strength each. Everything felt normal apart from the head-splitting headache that accompanied his body changing according to his will and the power of the points.
If Ray asked anyone to describe him right after the allocation of stat points, they would call him a warrior. The fellow had not the slightest resemblance to mages of ancient legends.
Where was the pointed hat? Where was his wand? What happened to the thin frame? Why was he so tall?
All these questions would rush through their heads and trample their pre-existing knowledge into the ground.
[Status
Name: Ray Kelly
Race: Aero-Mechanical Human
Age: 21
Profession: Professional Web Novel Critic
Title: Executioner (Enemies will feel fear and have their basic reasoning skills reduced by 20% if you turn on the title)
Height: 6'2"
Stats
Level: 65 (28,465/190,000)
STR: 57 (Atk: 125)
AGI: 93 (Speed: 123)
END: 152
INT: 71 (Creativity: 96)
DEX: 3
VIT: 43 (Excellent for a NEET and unprecedented for a human)
MP: 3,500/3,500 (Incredible for normal human)
HP: 5,000/5,000
Stat Points: 259
Skill Tree:
[Passive]
Trash Talking (Level ???)
Stride (Level 1)- Strengthened walking skills. Agility and speed are increased if one has the Stride skill.
[Active]
Internet Warrior Transformation (Level 15)
Trolling (Level 20)
Email Cloning Technique (Level 1)
Spam Release Technique (Level 1)
Technological Magic (Level 5)
(Sub-skills:
Machine Lord Transformation (Level 4
Nanosensors Activation (Level 2)
Electricity Manipulation (Level 1)]
Sympathetic Magic (Level 1)
Craftsmanship Magic (Level 1
[Sub-skills:
Fabric Figure Creation(Level 1)]
Basic Wind Magic (Level 1)
SP: 8720
Fame: +500 (By killing thirty-three dangerous criminals, you have gained a substantial amount of fame that causes the weak to have various types of reactions towards you)
Remark: Strong and Smart young tiger breaking out of his mother's embrace]
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In a matter of seconds, his 1160 stat points reduced to a measly 259. Ray sighed and focused on the SP which seemed like a large amount but in reality, was a measly amount judging by the system's standards.
Ray smacked the back of his palm against his forehead and lampooned.
"I forgot I can also use SP to upgrade existing skills. And there I was, wasting my SP on random skills!"
He didn't care about the costs and added 1000 points into his [Trolling] skill.
"Ding. Congratulations, [Trolling] is now level 25!"
Ray clapped his hands beamed out in joy. Maybe the system wasn't as bad as he thought.
He was... dead wrong.
He used the same one thousand points on the [Basic Wind Magic] skill and got less than what he bargained for.
"Ding. Congratulations, your [Basic Wind Magic] has reached level 2. You have gained the sub-skill [Wind Blade]"
Ray's face spasmed and the wide and jolly grin on his face turned into a large and crooked line on a deformed piece of flesh.
"Sigh, what was I thinking? What bullshit magic system, all those other guys got cool systems that could only follow programmes. Why did I end up with one who is only interested in system novels and scamming me!"
He lamented, staring at the ceiling of his apartment.
"Whatever, I'll figure out the mechanics to this method soon enough." Ray's face wore a downcast and sarcastic smile.
And as he said, he did... under two seconds. He never noticed as well before, but having high intelligence proved very useful in things people regard as "irrelevant".
"I see now, it all depends on the type of skill upgraded. Obviously using 1000 SP to upgrade trolling would have different results than using 1000 SP to upgrade basic wind magic. Even when I first got technological magic, there was no 'basic' behind it.
This 'basic' shows that there is far more beyond it. I guess it's understandable, they develop technological magic from modern technologies, but wind magic probably dated far back into time, as one of the four principal magics."
Hugo sat by his kitchen counter and muttered to himself like a crazy person. In the months that he'd gotten the system, he noticed he had gotten more and more distant from the world around him and even muttered out loud to himself when there was no one around.
This habit was not likely to stop, and Ray didn't care enough to try stopping it.
"Okay, let me give my theory a quick swing." Saying that, he called up the status again and allocated 500 SP to Stride and electricity manipulation.
"Ding. Your [Stride] skill has levelled up to 3!"
"Ding. Your [Electricity manipulation] has levelled up to 5!"
"Aha, I was right!"
Ray leapt into the air and smiled at his wise move.
"Whew, pouring all those points into intelligence was not a waste!"
The system who was busy trying to read his novels in peace peered out of Ray's head to see what he was doing.
"Eh? What stupid stat points in intelligence? Any tom, dick or harry could have come up with that theory easily. It's just you who wants to feel self-satisfaction towards the waste of all these points."
He grumbled to himself for a few seconds and buried his heads back into the webnovel it was reading on Ray's account.
"Whew, I feel so satisfied. I think I'm gonna take a shower, wow, I haven't taken a shower in a long time!" He exclaimed, taking off his clothes in the middle of the kitchen and heading towards the bathroom.
. . .
'Mhmm, wow, who knew that I also haven't brushed my teeth in a while. I thought my mouth smelled like strawberries, who knew they reeked!'
Ray stood in front of a mirror and moved the brush across his teeth in a haphazard manner. Once he finished, he spat out the toothpaste and took in a handful of clean water from the not-so-clean tap.
Gurgle!
He spat out the clear water and placed his toothbrush onto the sink. But before he left the toilet, he took a long glance at his reflection in the mirror.
"My breath came to a halt as I stared at his god-like figure. His muscles were neither too bulging nor too flat. My eyes trailed down towards his pecs, unaware of when I went beyond that. I could almost feel his bulging little brother.
And oh my, don't even get me started on his face! He has light red hair that is regularly unkempt and crazy blue eyes so deep you could just fall into them. He was akin to a Greek god. I find myself blushing whenever I heard his name. He was...
Ray Kelly, me!"
Ray cackled deep within his mind and walked away from the mirror thinking of just how handsome he was.
"Okie, time to turn on the news."
He walked into the living room and collapsed on a couch. And boy was he lucky that the remote was on the chair he sat on.
A lady's voice came on, just as the TV left its load screen.
"... And in unrelated news, thirty-three criminals and fugitives were found dead earlier this morning."
"According to the people who found the corpses and the police's autopsy report, the words 'Machine Lord' was found scribbled onto each and everyone one of the victim's stomachs. We aren't sure how, but the text contains no difference in them.
Experts suggest that the person who committed the murder had OCD and might have wanted to frame Machine Lord, who recently came into the spotlight as someone who can control various devices and technology-"
Just as the lady was about to continue, the telephone on her desk rang loudly.
As soon as she completed the phone call, she took on a more professional appearance and stopped slouching. Her smile also looked more real. Evidently, she just received a reproach from a superior.
"Cough, the deputy chief of the USSO, Sir. Frederick Ivan-" At the sound of her own words saying the name, her whole body stiffened for no less than two seconds.
"-has reported that all of our earlier speculations are false. He has said; 'Someone else did not make words Machine Lord on the bodies of the criminals, rather, Machine Lord himself created those words, and did so under my orders.'
He also reported that Machine lord is to be respected and is no longer an A-rank suspect. His last words were 'Expect him in Times Square on Wednesday morning, answering all your questions."
"The controversial figure we know as Machine Lord is going to be appearing in public..."
Ray switched off his TV and sighed.
'That bastard sure knew what he was doing. It's Tuesday evening, I guess better to go prepare.'