Chapter 30 - <Insight> (2)

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[Name: Devon]

[Race: Half-Orc]

[Class: Berserker]

[Job: Gang Enforcer]

[Health: 110]

[Mana: 70]

[Strength: 26]

[Agility: 15]

[Stamina: 20]

*[Remarks: A brute that relies heavily on physicality rather than his brain. Approach with caution. Distance and a good shot to the head should kill him but will you get the chance?]

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Eyeing the Stat screen, Henry started clicking on tabs to open smaller windows of descriptions to better understand what he was looking at;

[Race: Half-orc

A product born of a union of a human and an Orc. Possesses the versatility and resilience of a human as well as the natural physicality of an Orc.]

[Class: Berserker

A class that boasts of physicality above all else. 

This Class grants the Unique Skill: ]

[:

For two minutes, all physical stats are increased by 30% and also grants resistance to Physical damage.

Requires Mana to activate.]

[Job: Gang Enforcer

The Prime muscle of the Dionisio Gang and frontlines of almost all attack strategies. Grants a boost in charisma and improves the ability to intimidate enemies of the gang as well as its members.]

Reading through the description of 'Gang Enforcer', Henry concluded that if he were to have it, it would have been a Title rather than a Job. He guessed this because not only did he lack the Job tab entirely but the description of the 'Gangbanger' Title had some similarities with that of 'Gang Enforcer'.

'But those stats… Fuck!' Henry thought with a self-mocking chuckle, 'He really must not have been taking things seriously when we fought two weeks ago.'

At that time Henry had just arrived at this world and he remembered very well that his stats were not up to even a third of what he was looking at on Devon's Stat screen.

The only reason he had managed to even kick Devon in the nuts was because the Half-orc was only still reeling from the fact that Henry even dared to fight back and also because, although he was strong, a strike to the throat still stung. 

'Well, it's good to know a crotch kick remains a reliable tactic regardless,' Henry thought and with a shake of his head, he turned around and walked back into the mansion. 

As he strolled through the Mansion's halls, Henry was still looking through Devon's stat screen with Joe's right by the side but it didn't take long for him to decide there was no reason for comparison. The stats were much too different. 

However, they did have one thing in common;

"The Perception stat," Henry mumbled, "They don't have the Perception stat."

When he had clicked on the description of 'Perception' on his Stat screen, the System had told him it was a measure of his ability to perceive the elements of the world. This was also in line with how Meditation had helped improve it so did that mean no one else had Perception?

"No, no," Henry said while shaking his head, "I can't just conclude that with just these two. I need a third opinion— of sorts. 

Which brings us to here…"

Henry was standing at the door of the medical bay. He remembered the power Yelena had harnessed the day she asked him for a 'Power Test' and he was curious about just what her Stat screen would look like. Plus, he wanted an answer to the 'ridiculous' request he made yesterday. 

*Knock* *Knock*

"Who is it?"

"Henry."

Henry could have sworn he heard a groan from behind the door but a few seconds later, the door opened and Yelena stood there, as beautiful as ever, glaring at him. 

"I'm still thinking about it." She said. 

"Alright," Henry said with a smile playing on his lips at the expression on her face, "Can I come in?"

"Why?"

Henry blinked like he had been taken by surprise by the question but he recovered quickly and kept his smile,

"You still owe me a question. You didn't forget, did you?" He asked. 

Yelena paused but it was clear that she hadn't forgotten. She stepped back and gestured for him to come in. 

Henry did and turned around right when she was closing the door and turning around to face him,

[Activating ]

[ has failed on the target.]

'What?' Henry asked in his head with his eyes wide. 

Sure, he'd only just gotten this Skill and had not tested it out on many people yet but he had not expected to, so quickly, hit a wall. So he peered harder while making sure to pay attention to what Yelena was saying. 

"Ever since you made that outrageous request, I've come to the conclusion that you are an asshole and you have some nerve to even ask me that," Yelena said with a deep frown while folding her arms beneath her breasts. 

"How so?" Henry asked. His eyes were still giving off the subtle glow of

"Life is sacred. What you're proposing is to toy with it. To walk the line between living and non-living repeatedly. What could you possibly stand to gain from it."

"Potentially, a lot," Henry said truthfully. 

Yelena scoffed,

"Have you thought of what effect this would have on me?"

"I— I don't follow," Henry said as he received a Notification from the System while he continued to use for the rest of the one minute of continuous Activation;

[Your Target is shrouded in a Layer that makes her Stats details ambiguous at best. If you persist, you will only be able to view a censored version of her stat screen. 

Will you persist?]

'I will.' Henry answered immediately. 

Meanwhile, Yelena was rolling her eyes,

"Of course, you haven't thought about it. You know why! It's because you're an Asshole. 

I cried the last time I almost killed you."

"Oh, I didn't know you felt that way about me," Henry blurted out and then cringed so hard, he almost kicked himself,

'Idiot.'

Yelena scoffed again,

"Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't want your death on my conscience but the more you insist, the easier I'm finding it to think about"

Yelena's hands crackled with the dark energy of the Arcane tendrils spell and there was a violent look in her eyes. 

"Please don't," Henry said with a hand stretched out,

"I admit, I didn't think about how it would be for you. I've taken lives before, many, and I know it's never quite easy so it was wrong of me to ask it of you like it was no big deal. 

I was only thinking of what I stood to gain and not how it'd affect you. I'm sorry. I won't mention it again."

A second passed and Yelena looked away from him,

"Will you tell me what you'll gain from this?"

"Even if I did, I'm not sure you'd understand," Henry said gently. 

At that time, the censored version of Yelena's Stat screen appeared but Henry was not yet looking at it. Just waiting for what Yelena looked like she was about to say. 

"Well, I guess since you won't really be dying, I could do it."

"Really?" Henry asked with a bright smile. 

Yelena rolled her eyes at him but she answered,

"Really. But expect it to be very painful. You deserve it for even asking." 

Henry smiled wryly as he nodded,

"Okay—"

"It will be torture even," Yelena added with a fierce glare while slamming her fist into her palm, "You'll wish you really died."

Henry shook his head and chuckled,

'From not wanting to do it, to wanting to do it in the most painful way possible. You confuse me.'

With that settled, Henry finally dropped his gaze and set his sights on Yelena's Stat screen;

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[Name: Yelena]

[Race: Human (???????)]

[Class: Witch]

[Health: ??????????]

[Mana: ??????????]

[Strength: 15]

[Agility: 20]

[Stamina: 15]

[Intelligence: 1500]

*[Remarks: A history riddled with mystery. Beauty that ranges from Angelic to Frosty but is consistently outstanding. It's doubtful if she CAN be killed but would you even want to?]

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