–Current Stats Preview–
Body
STR – 0/60
DEX – 0/60
AGI – 0/60
Mind
INT – 0/60
PER – 0/60
CHA – 0/60
Spirit
MAG – 0/60
RES – 0/60
–50 Ability Points Added–
The system tossed me fifty shiny new points. A whole pile of numbers just waiting to be shoved into boxes.
But then it hit me.
"Wait… why do I even have stats? I'm a damn ring!"
It felt ridiculous. Weapons, swords, humans, sure. But a ring with Strength? Dexterity? What was I supposed to do—bench press fingers?
Then the answer smacked me in the face. "Ohhh. Right. Stats booster ring. That's literally my job. Boost stats. Okay, makes sense."
Feeling a bit less stupid, I decided not to overthink it. Balance was key. If I was going to help my future owner, better to spread the points evenly. No weaknesses, no regrets.
–Current Stats Preview–
Body
STR – 6/60
DEX – 6/60
AGI – 6/60
Mind
INT – 6/60
PER – 6/60
CHA – 6/60
Spirit
MAG – 6/60
RES – 8/60
I leaned back—well, as much as a floating consciousness inside a ring can lean back—and admired my handiwork. Perfectly balanced. I even gave Resistance a little extra love. In this kind of magical world, odds were my owner would be eating more fireballs than sword slashes. Better safe than sorry.
But the stat window didn't close. It just… sat there, glowing smugly.
"Uh, hello? Done here. Exit stats build?"
Instead of vanishing, another window popped up right in my face.
–Talents and Skills not configured. Are you sure you want to exit?–
–Current data will be saved–
[YES] [NO]
"There's more? Great. Just great."
I sighed, picked NO, and watched the warning vanish. The stats page lingered.
Alright, fine. Time for the tried-and-true method: yelling random commands until something worked.
"Open skills!" Nothing."Talent menu!" Nope."Next screen! Close! Banana split!" …Nothing.
I was stuck. For several minutes, I just rattled off every possible word I could think of. And then—by some miracle—one finally worked.
"Stats build complete!"
–Saving Stats–
–System Loading–
–Loading Talent Build–
–Accessing Talent… 13%–
A slow-loading bar crawled across my vision. Seriously? Five minutes of loading just to open a menu? What was this, dial-up internet from the dark ages?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity:
–100%–
–Manual Talent Build–
The menu opened, and I almost wished it hadn't.
So many talents. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Each with descriptions longer than a royal decree. My head—if I had one—was spinning already.
"This… is going to take a while."