Then he remembered the notifications earlier, thinking about what is it about granting him status points.
"Open status screen" Ethan said quietly as possible.
Appeared before him a translucent blue screen showing his status.
Name: Ethan kade
Level: 4 (2300/2500)
mana: 13/50
Race: Human
Class: none (available upon reaching level 10)
Sub-Class: none (available upon finishing a sub-class quest granted by the main class)
Strength: 9
Agility: 8
Dexterity: 7
Magic: 6
available status points: 9
Ethan stared at the translucent blue screen before him, his mind working quickly to process the information.
Available status points: 9
He had to make a decision—fast. The brute was still out there, and though the passageway was narrow, it wouldn't take long for that thing to find a way through if he didn't keep moving. But the status points...they could be the key to surviving what was coming next.
He glanced at his attributes. Strength seemed like the obvious choice—he'd need every bit of power he could get, especially if he was going to face more of those terrifying undead creatures. But Agility and Dexterity were also important. If he could move faster, dodge more easily, and strike with precision, it would give him the edge he needed.
Magic was a tempting option, too. He had very little mana left, but maybe... just maybe, there would be some kind of spell or ability that could help him in the future. He'd seen the way the system worked so far, and it was possible that magic could become a game-changer. But right now, it seemed like a risk.
"Okay," he muttered to himself, thinking it through. "I need to be faster, stronger. And I need to make sure I can survive longer."
He closed his eyes, pushing the thoughts of the undead and the brute out of his mind, focusing entirely on his decision. With a slow breath, he allocated the points.
Strength: 9 +3
Agility: 8 +2
Dexterity: 7+1
Magic: 6 +3
As the points were locked in, he felt a subtle shift in his body. His muscles tensed with newfound power, his senses sharpened, and his reaction time seemed quicker. It wasn't a massive change, but it was enough.
He couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Ethan closed the status screen, his focus returning to the passage ahead. The growls of the brute were distant but unmistakable. He wasn't out of the woods yet.
He crept forward, trying to keep as quiet as possible. The walls of the narrow corridor seemed to close in on him, the air damp and cold, making every breath feel heavier. His footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor, and he clenched the hilt of his shovel tightly, ready for whatever came next.
Ethan stumbled to his feet, glancing behind him. He didn't know how wide the dungeon is, or what waited around the corner. But there was no turning back now. The thought of being trapped in that room with the undead was unbearable.
Suddenly, a familiar sound echoed from ahead—an unnatural shuffle. His heart leaped into his throat.
More undead.
But this time, he wasn't running from them. He was coming toward them, the weight of the shovel in his hands a reminder that this was his fight. No more running. No more dodging.
He was going to survive this dungeon. And if he had to tear it apart piece by piece to do it, he would.
He tightened his grip on the shovel, taking a step forward.