Long Haoran counted the guard Halflings above and checked their positions, their stats, and the part where the security was the most lax.
10 roaming with guns, 5 without, and an announcer, all above Level 50 and with average individual stats of 400-550...
Long Haoran looked for a secluded corner and quickly opened the picture book, producing all kinds of stat-boosting dishes and stuffing them inside his mouth. He chewed it fast, and his stats shot crazily.
[Strength +10%]
[Agility +15%]
[Stamina +5%]
[Strength +10%]
[Mana +15%]
[…]
Hundreds of notifications rang in his ears, and he only stopped when he couldn't eat anymore.
He felt very strange, as if his body were bloated like a balloon stretching to its limit. Haoran pressed his palms against the wall and shook his head to disperse the urge to sleep.
