Alex closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift into that familiar connection, like falling into a lake of pure data. The data interface unfolded inside his mind.
Name: Alexandre Cortero
Race: Human (Evolved)
Age: 30
Class: Druid
Title: Night Slayer (+20% Strength, Perception, Agility at night)
Health: 400/400
Energy: 300/300
STATS:
• Strength: 20 (x5) = 100
• Wisdom: 18 (x3) = 54
• Agility: 15 (x3) = 45
• Constitution: 14 (x5) = 70
• Intelligence: 18 (x2) = 36
• Perception: 12 (x5) = 60
• Vitality: 14 (x3) = 42
• Stamina: 16 (x5) = 80
Acquired Abilities through DNA Integration:
• Extreme Durability
• Reflex Vision
• Strength Ratio
• Acute Vibration Sensitivity
• Jumping Power
• Aerial Agility
• Photosynthesis
• Regeneration
Ancestor's Blessing: Pure Luck
Bloodline Legacy (Basic level)
* Space Manipulation
* Rune Creation
Druid Class Skills:
• Elemental Control—Level 3 (Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Wood)
‣ Wind Blade, Stone Fist, Bullet Rock, Fire Ball, Entangling Vines
• Forest Whisper (Passive)
• Beast/Animal Taming—Level 3 (Wild Animals)
• Summoning (Beast)—Level 3 (Wolf Companion)
• Healing—Level 2 (Heal Wounds)
• Shapeshifting—Level 3 (Hawk, Raven)
• Shadow Strike—Level 2
He hadn't checked his stats in days. With everything that had happened—the night creatures, the mountain battle, the cave exploration, the chaotic teleportation hijinks—it had simply slipped his mind. But now... Now something in him felt different. Lighter. Stronger. Sharper.
Alex's brows rose as he absorbed the numbers. "My health increased again," he muttered. "And energy too."
He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. That must be why he'd felt more energetic during yesterday's training session. The energy stat, he'd realized, functioned just like mana in fantasy games.
"I wonder if my photosynthesis ability is the reason why I am replenishing my energy during the day," he asked aloud to no one in particular.
It was a good theory. He hadn't eaten much lately, yet he never felt weak. Sunlight, apparently, was now his breakfast buffet.
More curious still was the ease with which he wielded his powers. He had no formal training. No school of magic. No spellbook or instructor.
Yet when he summoned vines, they came. When he commanded fire, it burned. When he shapeshifted into an eagle or a raven, he transformed easily. When he needed agility, strength, and resilience, they surged through him like old friends.
He knew the truth, deep down.
The Sentient was guiding him. Subconsciously feeding him knowledge. It felt less like learning and more like remembering something that had always belonged to him.
"All my attributes have improved," he noted, scanning through the figures. Strength and agility—his battle pillars—had jumped the most. But Wisdom and Intelligence had caught up too, likely because of how often he had used Elemental Control and Healing. Perception, as always, had been invaluable, whether in a fight or sneaking through enemy territory. Vitality was the unsung hero—his passive healing stat enabled him to shrug off wounds that should've left him crawling.
Stamina? He grinned. The beast behind all the others. He'd barely needed to rest between fights.
Then there was the cheat code.
His Ancestor's Blessing: Pure Luck.
It wasn't flashy. But damn, was it effective. He rarely got injured, and when he did, it was always just barely a scratch. Arrows that should have struck him missed. Rocks crumbled after he'd leapt away. Even his wolf summons had a weird knack for dodging traps.
"It's literally a big cheat code in everything that involves me," he chuckled.
Still, it was the Bloodline Legacy that held his attention now.
The mysterious trait had always shown up as a question mark—until today.
Now, beneath it, two sub-traits blinked into view:
Space Manipulation—Basic
Rune Creation—Basic
Alex's eyes widened.
"Finally…"
He dove into the data like a starving man at a buffet. And the Sentient didn't disappoint. Within seconds, he was bombarded with images, notes, and structured concepts flowing into his mind like a high-speed download.
He focused on the runes first—hundreds of symbols, each etched with power. Shapes that glowed with elemental or spatial resonance. He saw them in tables, diagrams, and even animated step-by-step crafting processes.
It was called "basic," but the knowledge could fill a library as vast as a football stadium.
Alex blinked, overwhelmed but thrilled.
"It seems that there is also a connection to space manipulation," he said, sitting straighter in bed. "As I can create a set of runes or an array to open a portal or a waygate."
Of course, that was the advanced version—something only possible at an intermediate level, I guess. But it was within reach.
The Space Manipulation trait itself nearly made him giggle like a madman.
Teleportation.
Not theoretical. Not someday. But now.
"Well," he smirked, eyes gleaming, "this really puts me at the superhero level!"
He mentally accessed the data. The current maximum range at the basic level? 100 meters. Not far. But in a battle? It was everything. He could dodge, ambush, flank, or rescue allies with a single thought.
"The only factor that will limit me is the energy it will consume per use," he mused.
Then he grinned wryly. "I guess I have to learn now to regulate my energy consumption. Meralco will be so proud of me."
Then he remembered his photosynthesis ability. "All I need to do is stand exposed under the sun, and my energy will be replenished."
"Sentient," he calls out inside his head, "please show me different uses and scenarios where I can maximize the use of these new traits."
And just like that, his internal assistant responded to his thoughts.
In an instant, his mental space shifted into a virtual viewing platform. Glowing 3D diagrams appeared: him jumping across rooftops, inscribing runes mid-battle, opening tiny portals to redirect projectiles, and teleporting behind an enemy to deliver a knockout punch.
He was practically watching a magical version of a YouTube tutorial. Hours passed. He didn't move from the bed. His body remained still, but his mind was sprinting across galaxies.
His breathing grew shallow, then deep. Focused. Mesmerized.
The room dimmed again as night approached.
Alex finally opened his eyes, his brain buzzing like a beehive. Exhaustion crept in—not the physical kind, but the kind that made your head feel like soup. Ten hours of straight mental training left his neurons tenderized.
"I still can't believe that I got this much power," he whispered, exhaling. "An ordinary druid in a role-playing video game will not have these traits."
His mind wandered.
"Could it be that my ancestors were rune masters and space mages?" he wondered aloud. "That's why their powers were passed on through my blood or DNA and were unlocked by the Sentient when it reprogrammed my whole body."
The theory was plausible. At this point, almost nothing sounded too far-fetched.
"They came out when I started to gain more power and had more control over my abilities."
He leaned back, eyes staring at the ceiling, still caught between awe and disbelief.
"I wonder if all awakened have this kind of trait as well," he asked softly. "What if the world is about to be filled with people just like me?"