William closed his eyes and slowly opened them again.
Deep within his wine-red eyes, a shimmer like a stream of data flickered and vanished.
He lightly clenched his fist, and the air let out a subtle pop in his palm.
A surging sense of power filling his entire body caused the corners of his mouth to curl up uncontrollably.
"All physical attributes have significantly increased."
William's voice was steadier than before, his eyes reflecting a hint of joy.
"Especially Strength, which jumped from 23 points directly to 40. constitution also rose from 21 points to 41."
He paused, feeling the energy surging through his body.
"speed and Spirit increased by 10 and 9 points respectively, reaching 28 and 27 points now."
This leap-like growth completely overturned William's understanding of attribute enhancement.
Every muscle fiber seemed to have been replaced with high-Strength bio-alloy; his bone density was staggering, and his internal organs surged with vitality.
He felt he could easily flip a main battle tank now, and his body could withstand continuous fire from heavy machine guns.
Although he hadn't truly seen an SS-Rank Hunter in action, William was certain that in his current state, even if facing an ordinary SS-Rank Hunter, he could absolutely crush them.
This was just his base attributes; he looked at the changes in his talent column.
His original S-Level Talent [Super Strength] had now evolved into the SS-Level [Bloodline Power].
The description was concise and overbearing: Strength attribute × 2.2, constitution attribute × 1.5.
This meant the actual effect of his Strength in a normal state was 88 points, and his constitution was 61.5 points!
What did 88 points of Strength mean? William couldn't imagine it precisely, but he knew one punch could likely blast through a half-meter-thick reinforced concrete wall.
And a constitution of 61.5 granted him near-monstrous recovery and defense.
Even with William's composure, he could hardly hide the shock in his heart.
This wasn't just a leap in Strength; it was an elevation of his life stage.
On the other side, Fenrir's movements were more direct.
He casually twisted his joints, which let out a series of dense cracking sounds, each one brimming with a sense of power.
He grinned, revealing sharp canines. His originally amber eyes had now turned blood-red, just like Lilith's.
"Strength 47, speed 38, Spirit 25, constitution 43."
Fenrir reported his data, his voice low and raspy yet filled with excitement.
"And my talent [Werewolf] evolved into the SS-Level [Bloodline - Werewolf]! In the beast form, the all-attribute bonus has increased from 30% to 50%!"
A 50% all-attribute bonus!
This meant that when he fully unleashed his Werewolf form, his Strength would break the 70-point mark, and his other attributes would skyrocket simultaneously.
Coupled with his innate killing instincts and beastly intuition, Fenrir had absolute confidence.
Among the current group of SS-Rank Hunter, he was enough to rank among the top few; he was even qualified to vie for one of the strongest seats below the SSS-Level!
After all, based on current intelligence, most SS-Rank Hunter were still struggling in the 30-point range.
Those who could break 35 points were rare, let alone over 40.
The scarcity of resources, limitations on enhancement paths, and the constraints of the talents themselves collectively formed this bottleneck.
Yet they had easily crossed it, and even far exceeded it, just by fusing with a bloodline egg.
"Only just over 40 points?"
A crisp, youthful voice rang out lightly.
William and Fenrir stiffened at the same time, their shocked expressions freezing on their faces as they turned in unison to look at the swivel chair by the window.
Lilith was still curled up there, her snow-white long hair almost submerging her, revealing only an exquisite little face and those calm, dark red eyes.
She tilted her head, seemingly a bit puzzled by the effect her words had caused.
Only... 40 points?
William and Fenrir felt their throats go dry.
The Leader's tone was as flat as if she were saying the weather was nice today.
To the Leader, 40 points in a primary attribute was actually "only"?
Then just how high were the Leader's own attributes? 90? 100? Or... they didn't dare think further.
After an attribute breaks 10 points, every single point's increase is massive, far beyond what it was before 10. For instance, a 500kg Brown Bear's attributes only hover around 15 points.
One could imagine the weight of every attribute point after ten.
According to their calculations, once an attribute exceeds one hundred, it would be a new realm.
Every point's improvement to the body would be a world-shaking change.
But with the overbearing nature of the Leader's SSS-Level Talent and her massive body, it wasn't impossible for one or two of her primary attributes to break one hundred.
The two looked at each other, seeing deep awe in each other's eyes, as well as a trace of relief—relief that they chose to follow rather than oppose her.
Just then, the communicator on William's wrist vibrated slightly, and an encrypted message popped up from Rick, who was in charge of perimeter security and reception.
"A Hunter has arrived at the base entrance requesting to join, accompanied by a female who is also suspected to be a Hunter."
After reading the message, William quickly composed himself, his wine-red eyes regaining their calm and sharpness.
He looked at Fenrir and spoke.
"Go and receive them first. They are a Hunter, at least S-Rank, so they deserve attention. Find out their background, perform a capability assessment according to the procedure, and see if their history is clean."
"Understood."
Fenrir grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth.
Currently, Apocalypse is facing storms from all sides. Anyone choosing to join Apocalypse at this time must not only have great confidence and courage but likely also insight into Apocalypse's general plans.
Such people are rare talents.
Furthermore, Apocalypse places great importance on top-tier power.
After all, in the entire Apocalypse right now, besides the Leader, only he and William can hold the fort.
Seeing Fenrir spring into action, William continued.
"I will accompany the Leader to the Tailor Shop first."
He then turned to Lilith, his tone respectful as he looked at her small and cute body.
"Leader, your new clothes should be finished. I think you will definitely be satisfied then."
Lilith gave a light "mm," slid off the chair, stepped onto the floor with bare feet, and patted her fluffy skirt.
She seemed quite concerned about the clothing issue for her new form.
Thus, the two went their separate ways.
Like the most professional butler, William followed half a step behind Lilith, leading her toward the Tailor Shop.
Meanwhile, Fenrir adjusted his tight tank top, put on a large trench coat, and left the Command Room with several elite subordinates, heading toward the Guest Area...