Although the thought was extremely exciting, Zarek didn't proceed with it. You might ask why wasn't he using the resources at his disposal that could increase his chances of survival drastically?
In fact, the first thought he had upon seeing those stat points was to use them as soon as possible. After all, he was very much aware of how crucial stats really were.
In the world of Beyond Good and Evil, skills other than class skills were very hard to come by, so the role of stats was very crucial in determining the strength of an awakener.
While musing, Zarek's gaze unconsciously shifted toward one of his class skills:
Infinite Origin Link
This skill was the game changer.
The unassigned stats that he had were limited, so he couldn't prioritize every stat—he had to specialize.
However, with this class skill, everything changed. He would use all the infinite origin that Misery managed to gather to increase the summon's strength, and use his own stat points to raise his mana.
Thinking up to this point, a plan started to form inside Zarek's head. If his class name was to be believed, Misery was definitely going to be the first monster that he was going to summon. He could have each monster specialize in just one attribute.
The more he thought about it, the more he found this plan to be quite plausible.
If that's really the case, I might be able to hit the fabled 100 points and unlock that heaven-defying achievement.
Others might not know it, but he was very clear about one thing: he had to give his very best at every moment—only then could he manage to survive in this world.
One wrong step and it would be the end for him.
While he was thinking, a sudden disappointed growl took him out of his reverie.
Misery, completely drenched in blood, stood holding a goblin's head, examining it closely with an irritated look in his eyes.
The fellow looked especially annoyed, as no matter how much he searched, he failed to find the thing he was looking for.
Just one look and Zarek was stunned. The corpses of eight goblins—which had once given trouble to Misery—lay on the ground, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
Hiss.
Zarek sucked in a breath of cold air and felt grateful in his heart. The scene in front of him was too brutal. For a moment, he felt glad that Misery was on his side and not on the opponent's side—otherwise... a chill went running down his spine and he immediately shook his head. Zarek didn't even want to think about it.
Misery seemed to have felt Zarek's gaze and turned his head to face him. With his extremely short stature—barely measuring over three feet—along with his body completely drenched in blood, Misery's gaze alone felt suffocating, especially to Zarek, who had lived a sheltered life in the modern world.
The eye contact lasted for barely a moment when Misery came closer to Zarek. In an action that looked like a child asking for praise, the summon expectantly looked in Zarek's direction.
Zarek didn't know whether it was because of the connection they shared, or something else, but to him the thoughts of Misery were clear as day. He took a deep breath to force himself out of the numb state and tried to smile.
"Good boy!" These words slowly left his mouth.
Like a bout of rainfall after years of drought, a smile appeared on the murder machine Misery's face, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth and fangs capable of grinding even the toughest bones to powder.
Zarek watched this scene with his smile stiffening. Moments passed as the two continued to stare at each other, the howls of bloodthirsty monsters coming from ahead.
Suddenly, the face of a chubby young man unconsciously appeared in his head. He couldn't stop himself from shaking his head.
Given how he had barely been able to deal with ten goblins, that boy must surely be dead—after all, the number of goblins surrounding him were no less than a hundred.
Remembering the fate of that unknown boy, Zarek felt a strange feeling rising in his heart. Would he too die in the same way as the boy?
Thinking of this point, suddenly the words of that mysterious god echoed in his head:
Don't worry about him. He's just an extra, not worth paying attention to.
He wasn't sure why, but these words hit him where it hurt the most.
He might have been born as an extra, but he refused to die as one.
In this life, he would aim for the top and make sure no one could look down upon him ever again.
Some might say that his thinking was toxic, but he didn't care.
He was willing to be a little ruthless as long as it could help him reach the top.
With that, without paying any more attention to Misery, he started walking—his steps firm and steady. No matter how impossible the situation looked, he was going to walk out of it and clear this dungeon, no matter what.
Misery only tilted his head in confusion. Though the connection they shared, the little bloodthirsty monster could also feel Zarek's determination.
Although it wasn't clear just what exactly his master wanted to achieve, neither did he care.
He was just going to have as much fun as possible.
Just as he was thinking, suddenly his eyes started to shake and a demonic murmur started to sound in his head. Misery's eyes twitched, and for a moment he forgot about his intention to have fun—a strong desire to tear the bodies of every single goblin present took root in his heart.
Zarek, walking ahead, didn't seem to notice the strange change in Misery. Even if he was looking, he might not have been able to notice—everything happened too fast.
After walking for some time, Zarek found himself standing in front of the giant gate leading to the second floor. But he didn't dare to get too close, simply watching everything from a distance.