"He... He actually awakened a second talent—[Infinite Ascension]... and it even evolved his first talent to SSS rank!"
In the dimly lit chamber, Alex's breathing grew heavy. The long-suppressed weight on his heart—resentment, frustration—dissipated like clouds scattered by the wind.
He repeatedly confirmed the prompts on his Ether Interface, again and again, until he was certain—this was no illusion!
He was a Chosen One.
A Godslayer bearing dual talents.
Unheard of. Rare throughout the ages.
Though his first talent, Redistribute, had only been a measly D-rank—insignificant and mocked...
His second talent, [Infinite Ascension], shone with divine radiance, piercing through the threads of fate!
This was a talent marked with the seal of "Unique", signifying that throughout the entire continent of Blue Star, Alex alone was blessed with such divine grace.
Its power, as the name implied: everything capable of ascension would be elevated to a higher dimension.
From the very moment of awakening, it had automatically affected Alex's initial talent—Redistribute—and instantly triggered the rarest of the four Ascension tiers:
[Perfect Ascension]!
In that moment, a D-rank talent as lowly as dust was transfigured into a divine gift that even Godslayers could only dream of—SSS-rank!
When he emerged from the golden illusion, his entire body was burning with fervor, his soul ablaze!
"This is... divine favor!"
"I hit Perfect Ascension... This isn't just a jackpot—it's fate itself being rewritten!"
Never had he imagined that the "trash talent" once scorned by his kin would evolve into a blessing worthy of defying the heavens!
Just as the shock began to settle, the system prompt reappeared—
[SSS-Rank: Redistribute] activated.
You have gained freely allocatable attribute points: 1,000,000 (one million)!
The string of numbers exploded in his mind like a bolt of thunder!
One million!
Not a thousand, not ten thousand—a full million!
Even the Divine Kings who had waged war across the Starseas against legions of demons had never possessed such a terrifying base of power!
Alex took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in his chest.
He knew—Redistribute alone still granted him no combat prowess. But such a terrifying mountain of raw attributes was already enough to let him physically overpower ninety-nine percent of all Godslayers!
He opened his Ether Interface, eyes falling on the four primary attributes: Strength, Agility, Willpower, Constitution.
Rows upon rows of shimmering "+" signs blinked before him, as if calling out—inviting him.
"According to the Empire's Institute of Arcane Sciences, there's a theorized talent cap for Etherborn at each level."
"For Level 3, the supposed limit is 250 points per attribute… but that's just speculation."
"Now… let me test the truth myself."
With a thought, he began distributing points madly!
Each click surged into his body like rivers of blazing ether, flooding his flesh and bones.
His bones trembled, muscles swelled, nerves rewove themselves, and his blood roared with lightning and starlight!
—This wasn't mere stat allocation—it was a divine reconstruction, wrought by power!
[Strength Attribute Cap Reached!]
[Agility Attribute Cap Reached!]
[Constitution Attribute Cap Reached!]
[Willpower Attribute Cap Reached!]
The notifications flared all at once—then froze on a final value:
300 points.
"So that's it… The true limit for Level 3 attributes is 300 points per stat."
Alex murmured to himself.
In his previous life, not a single scholar on Blue Star had ever touched this threshold. And now, on the very night of his awakening, he had become the first in history—
A Max-Stat Prodigy.
His eyes shifted to the pool of remaining attribute points—still in the hundreds of thousands.
In that moment, he fell silent.
"With this absurd amount of resources… if I were to evenly allocate them across all future levels, and level up normally…"
"I could maintain full stats at every single stage."
"And if that truly happens… just how terrifying will I become?"
He couldn't even begin to imagine it.
After all, in all of recorded history, there had never been a single "Full-Stat Ascendant."
Even the legendary Flame Sovereign, a God-King who reached Level 500, had wielded such might that when his attributes reached 3,000 at Level 10, he became a force that shook an entire era.
"But I'm only Level 3… and I've already hit the 300-point cap."
"If I one day ascend to Level 500…"
"Heh… Flame Sovereign, perhaps by then… we shall clash."
A smile tugged at the corners of Alex's lips—no longer burdened by inferiority, doubt, or rage. What now gleamed in his expression was something pure and blazing—
Conviction. Ambition.
"This one night… from rebirth to awakening, from rock bottom to the very peak…"
"Had I not lived it myself, I wouldn't believe it either."
"But I know—I have not shamed the bloodline of my father, Halley. I have not failed my mother's hopes."
"I will surpass them. Surpass my clan. Surpass the world itself!"
"I was born a genius. Chosen by destiny!"