Things were different now; although I relied heavily on my Talent and Particle use, I now had to worry about my Stats…and after the high I got from capping everything before reaching Alpha-Rank, I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna chase that high a second time.
While Brenden was in the middle of his little fit, I found myself lost in thought and weighing my options; the way I saw it, there were really only three valid options here.
On the one hand, I could push my Intellect stat to a point where no one Returner could fight against my Talent; 89 points was simply that high of a figure that it would basically make it so that unless my target were a Member of a long-lived and Intelligent Myriad Race, I'd be able to control them with relative ease.
