[Name: Damon (no last name)]
[Age: 19]
[Cultivation: Apprentice]
[Race: Incubus]
[Talent: Low]
[Level: 10]
[HP: 500/500]
[STR: 36]
[AGL: 32]
[VIT: 36]
[STM: 30]
[INT: 32]
[DEF: 32]
[Blank Points: 0]
[Skills: Asmodeus' Touch, Emperor's Impaling Strike (Lv. 1)]
[Traits: Battle Focus]
[Martial Skill (Swords): Novice]
[Martial Skill (Spears): Novice]
[Cultivation Technique: Crimson Night Eater (Lv. 1)]
Damon looked at his stats with a deep sigh. The system's translucent window hovered before his eyes, cold and indifferent, cruelly reminding him that a whole month had passed since he'd stagnated at Level 10.
"Damn it..." he muttered, closing the window with a wave of his hand. "A whole month without progress."
He needed to leave the mansion, absorb new essences, face enemies, earn real experience points... but all of that was beyond his reach. Countess Elizabeth had been clear: he couldn't leave the estate's gates without her permission.
