[Ashi Notification]
[Congratulations, Host, on your new advancement.]
[+200 Attribute Points]
[Battlefield Mind – Lv.3]
[Martial Memory – Lv.3]
[Rule The Pitch – Lv.3]
[Scan – Lv.3]
[Blood Furnace – Lv.2]
[Phoenix Pulse – Lv.2]
Julian's eyes swept across the glowing panel.
Every skill—sharper. Every edge—honed. The system hadn't just nudged him forward; it had dragged him into another realm.
Two hundred free points.
Two hundred breaths of power waiting to be shaped.
He leaned back into the sofa, towel still damp around his neck, mind slicing through the numbers. Strength? He already felt the storm in his legs. Agility? Speed had saved him more than once. Stamina? Without it, everything else crumbled.
Bit by bit, he carved the points into his frame, refining not just the warrior—but the footballer. By the time he finished, his pulse was steady, his breathing calm, as if his body already recognized the new shape of itself.
Julian exhaled, then whispered, "Show me."
