Vincent scurried over to Bromburge town and immediately hired a boat that could take him anywhere far away from this place.
As he sat on the boat, the image of Fabian's flesh and skin growing, squirming and recovering back to normal replayed itself in his mind. Vincent just felt fear and the rage was nowhere to be seen anymore.
He simply wanted to run away, but there was also a part of him that had subconsciously made Fabian's death it's entire goal. He opened up his system screen and looked at the red hot fists as he clenched his jaw.
Originally, he simply went for something that he thought was the most optimal option, but now that his priorities changed, he wanted something different. He wanted pure attack power.
'Hey system, please talk to me... or even the administrator... please let me pick my skills again, please.'
