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STATUS
NAME: Blair Chamberlain
LEVEL: 0 [ORIGIN[1]]
CLASS: COMBAT MAGE
RANK: F[???]
MANA: ∞/∞
STRENGHT: 1
STAMINA: 4(∞)
VITALITY: 3
AGILITY: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 13
CHARM: 23
ASPECT: DEMONIC SEAL[Tap for more details]
SKILLS: God-Level planting [Tap for more details]
SPELLS: Fire Ball [Tier 1] [Tap for more details]
EXP:0
SYP:0
GTP:0
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Vince stared at the status screen in a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief for a solid ten minutes before he managed a single word.
"WHAT?!"
The scream had been a long time coming, and it was mostly directed at the Strength stat that had seized his attention before anything else.
As much as he didn't know the scale of measurement the system used, a 1 for Strength almost always meant one thing.
He was weak.
Not just weak. Disturbingly weak. So weak that the danger level of the forest he had been casually sitting in skyrocketed in a single second as the realization landed squarely on him. The moment some feral, ferocious animal crossed his path, he was dead meat.
"This can't be right."
He tried to touch the interface, but frustratingly his fingers passed straight through the glowing gold display as though there was nothing there at all.
"Sighs."
He sighed, massaging his forehead to bring himself down. It was merely his current status, not a permanent one. Which meant something could be done to fix this. He just had to calm down and take it slow.
"Alright. Let's take it from the top," he said, his eyes drifting back up to the beginning.
"Blair. Blair Chamberlain," he rubbed his chin. "That sounds kind of posh. Chamberlain, huh?" He decided not to dwell on it too long.
"So Level. This should be the system's level, which would make the zero make sense. But what about the Origin tag?" he wondered, turning it over before arriving at a conclusion. "It must be the level of this body," he decided.
His eyes moved down to Class, and that made him frown.
"Combat Mage," he mused. "So I'm a mage class but also capable in combat." That much seemed promising at least. He moved on.
Rank.
Since he had already concluded that the Origin tag on the Level referred to the body he was inhabiting, he couldn't apply the same logic to the Rank. Which meant Rank was something different, though still tied to the body.
"Talent?" he reasoned.
It was possible. Perhaps Rank represented the innate talent of the individual, which would explain the alphabet grading attached to it.
Weak.
That was the other conclusion he arrived at.
Unless the grading scale was inverted, that F most definitely stood for abysmal, bottom-tier talent.
But then there were those question marks attached to it, which made him wonder if the system was withholding something about the Rank specifically.
"System, what do the question marks mean?"
He asked.
He got nothing in return, of course, which only meant the system had no intention of clarifying. It was expected in a way. If it had wanted him to know, it wouldn't have left it in question marks.
Vince decided it was a waste of time trying to guess, and moved on.
Mana.
"That's definitely an infinity symbol."
That much was a no-brainer, and his guess was as good as anyone's.
Infinite mana.
'Is that even possible?' he wondered.
With all the fiction Vince had consumed in his life, it would have been impossible not to have encountered the concept of mana at some point. So yes, he knew what mana was, or at least understood the basic premise. Mana was supposedly a formless energy present in the atmosphere, something that could be absorbed, refined, and used to perform magic. That was the extent of what he knew.
The thing was, in every encounter he had ever had with the concept of mana, there was always one constant. Mana capacity existed, and hence a limit to how much any one person could possess. Yet here he was staring at an infinity symbol where his mana capacity should be.
It sounded ridiculous but... there was a genuine chance he could be stupidly broken in this world.
"INFINITE MANA!"
Vince grinned.
At this point the worry over his Strength stat, the laughably low Stamina, Vitality, and even his Intelligence no longer mattered. Having an unlimited reserve of energy meant he could spam spells indefinitely. Which in other words meant he didn't need to be built like a wall. As long as the target was at a distance he could keep attacking until they were worn down and vulnerable.
An easy kill.
"Sighs. That's a relief," he exhaled.
The F grade had already done a solid job of souring his mood, as had the rest of the embarrassing stats, but with just this one thing he found he no longer cared about any of them. He was overpowered.
Or at the very least, he had the capacity to become that.
"Wait, there's also an infinity symbol on the Stamina," he noticed.
'Maybe it means I get infinite stamina under certain conditions,' he thought.
If that was correct, he just had to figure out what those conditions were and find a way to exploit them to his advantage.
"Aspect, Skills, Spells," he muttered.
He already knew about the Skill, and the Spells were a no-brainer. That left the Aspect, which had a particularly curious name attached to it.
He tapped for more details.