The window read.
Name: Wip
Species: Mythical Dark Keshnel
Rank: Aspirant
Level: 1
Strength: 2
Agility: 13
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 1
Luck: 19
I stared at it for a long time. Mythical. Whatever that category meant, the system had used a word I had never seen before… though I had only seen a handful of things, so maybe, maybe it was common?
I read the stats again.
Intelligence at fifteen.
I had sixteen.
I had spent months combining Sense and Switch targeting, doing rock training sessions, navigating outpost after outpost using spells.
Meanwhile this small pale creature that communicated exclusively in one syllable was sitting at fifteen intelligence after doing nothing more demanding than choosing which rock to bring back to me.
I had worked for those points. I had earned them through actual effort.
