Lion's Roar Technique—a sonic attack.
To be honest, at Fenric's current level, he couldn't help but look down on it.
Compared to his telekinetic abilities, this skill was underwhelming.
What was the point of learning a technique that required you to shout at your enemy during battle?
Just imagining it was embarrassing.
So, without hesitation, Fenric tossed the Lion's Roar Technique scroll into his storage. He had zero interest in learning it.
Next, he turned his attention to his hard-earned Samsara Points from the last mission.
From the Kung Fu Hustle dungeon, he earned a total of 27,500 Samsara Points.
After a moment of thought, Fenric used 25,000 points to redeem 50 potential points.
He left 2,500 points in reserve—just in case.
He allocated the 50 potential points carefully among his attributes. His updated status looked like this:
Name: Shura
Samsara Number: (Zone C) 90086
Physique: 251 → 264
Spirit: 502 → 526
Strength: 349 → 369
Agility: 251 → 264
Unallocated Potential: 0
Skills: English (Proficient), Driving (Beginner), Shooting (Proficient), Camouflage (Master), Basic Sword Technique (Proficient)
Special Skills: Conqueror's Haki (Mastery), Armament Haki (Master)
Combat Skills: Savage Collision, Buddha Palm
Abilities: Telekinesis, Hundred Poison Resistance (Passive)
Samsara Accumulation: 2522
Comprehensive Evaluation: A
This was Fenric's current state.
Comprehensive Evaluation: A.
But...
When he exited his personal warehouse and visited the Samsara Tower, he checked the Top 100 Global Masters list—and his name wasn't there.
Clearly, despite his progress, he was still far from the world's top-tier masters.
"You have a new communication message. 'Belle Morwyn' is requesting a video call. Please respond promptly."
Just after exiting the warehouse, the system notification popped up.
Fenric accepted the request. A holographic video lit up, revealing a familiar elf girl. Seeing her, Fenric smiled.
"Belle. Good evening."
"Shura," Belle Morwyn asked with concern, "I just heard the Samsara system broadcast. Why did you only get an SS evaluation this time? Did something happen?"
Fenric chuckled. "It's normal to get an SS."
"It's normal for others. But for you, it's strange. You usually get Super God ratings."
He fell silent for a moment.
But he knew Belle meant well. So he replied, "Don't worry, there's no accident. This time, a lot of people entered the same copy with me. You'll probably see the reason by tomorrow."
"All right, I didn't mean to pry. I was just worried. You must be tired after clearing that dungeon. I'll let you rest."
"Okay. You get some rest too."
The call ended.
Fenric didn't linger in the Samsara space. He logged out.
Back in the real world.
In his small apartment, Fenric glanced at the glowing "A" rank symbol on his arm and smiled in satisfaction.
He headed into the bathroom, checking the house along the way.
The place he shared with his father wasn't big—two bedrooms and a living room, maybe 70 square meters at most.
It was livable… but cramped.
Now that his strength had reached A-rank, even within the entire Samsara system, few could match him.
And with an artifact like Thor's Hammer in hand, he had no problem ensuring his own safety.
He'd kept a low profile long enough.
It was time to stop shortchanging himself. Time to upgrade to a more comfortable life.
He planned to buy a better house. If his father wanted to live with him, great. If not, he'd live alone.
The Next Morning.
Fenric went to school as usual.
He didn't act like some edgy loner and suddenly drop out just because he had power. That'd be childish.
Better to kill time at school like a "salted fish," rather than explain everything to his father at home.
Besides, he'd only be here for two or three more days.
When he arrived, Fenric thought the other students would be buzzing about his performance last night.
They weren't.
Instead, today's topic was darker—a student from Class 3 had died in a Samsara dungeon two days ago.
Apparently, they entered the Young and Dangerous copy in the safe zone.
That dungeon, despite being in a "safe zone," was notoriously difficult and dangerous. Most low-level Samsaras wouldn't dare touch it.
A student died.
It was a big deal in the school, so naturally, everyone was talking about it.
Fenric listened for a while but quickly lost interest.
Death in the Samsara space was nothing new. Especially in the Samsara Tower, people died nearly every night—never to return.
Fenric himself had taken many lives.
Why should he care about a random student's death?
He pulled out his phone and started browsing.
Online, people were gossiping about his alternate identity: Shura.
"Wow, even Shura gets SS evaluations?"
"Thought he was unbeatable! If even he only gets SS now, maybe next time it'll just be S!"
"Yeah! I thought he was some god-tier player. Kinda disappointing."
"You jealous idiots the ones we call 'red-eyed dogs'? You think you can bring down Shura's name with one SS-level run?"
"Bro, don't pay attention to these losers."
"Shura's achievements were too overwhelming. Of course people are gonna hate."
"The funniest part? Some even say Shura's 'past his prime'. Ridiculous. If someone can score SS while being 'washed up', then what does that make the rest of you who can't even get a B?"
"+1. These clowns are like dropouts mocking a straight-A student for getting a B once. Pathetic!"
"Jealousy really is the original sin."
"Yo! Stop arguing and check the Samsara forums! Shura didn't underperform last night at all! He just didn't chase the main objective!"
"Yeah, I saw that too. Someone who was in the same dungeon posted the whole breakdown. Turns out Shura faced off against a ton of big names!"