He opened his system.
[User: Riku Hayashi Level: 5
Experience Points: 3,890/8,200
Skill points: 0
SP BALANCE: 14,230
Armory Shop: Skills:
[[Skill Points Available:0]
> Weapons Handling: Lv. 3 (30/60 SP)
> Melee Weapon Proficiency: Lv. 3 (30/60 SP)
> Hand-to-Hand Combat: Lv. 3 (30/60 SP)
> Stamina & Endurance: Lv. 3 (30/60 SP)
> Scavenging:Lv. 1 (0/10 SP)
> Tactical Awareness: Lv. 2 (20/30 SP)
> Driving: Lv. 0 (0/10 SP)
> Piloting: Lv. 0 (0/10 SP)
> Maintenance & Engineering: Lv. 0 (0/10 SP)
> Medical Knowledge: Lv. 0 (0/10 SP)
]
The leveling sucks.
That was the only thing running through Riku's mind as he stared at his stats, projected faintly in the corner of his vision like an unwelcome reminder. Level 5. After all the fights, all the close calls, all the blood on his hands—still only level 5. He had killed so many zombies he'd lost count, but the system didn't care. From its standpoint, it was "balanced."
Balanced, his ass.