[Bonus thanks to patticus. I still hate you all. While I was squatting over the toilet all day yesterday, my only light was thinking about pushing you all out of me]
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[Name: Zolte Kaelthar]
[Level: 64]
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[Physical: 18 372]
[Mental: 23 991]
[Will: 19 998]
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Zolte felt a jolt run through his mind, the uncomfortable feeling of someone scanning him sending a shudder down to the depths of his soul.
Crack.
A protective item on his neck shattered to pieces, crumbling to ash as it slowly fell to the ground and scattered like dust in the wind.
Sylas looked at the stats quite calmly. He was a bit surprised taht Zolt wasn't a Level 100 on the verge of reaching the D-tier. He had seemingly grown too used to facing such opponents.
Yet, still have 36 more levels of growth left before he could catch up to Gwenu, his stats were basically double that of her, or at least almost so.
