The points were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. One hundred of them.
A direct injection of raw power. Combined with his Limit Break skill, he could become a real beast, even if only for a minute.
He lay on his bed, the blue screen of the system hovering in front of him.
'Now, how should I distribute these?'
He thought about just maxing out one stat. Pumping everything into Strength would let him punch through walls.
Pumping it all into Aether would make his threads a thousand times stronger.
But then his hard-earned points would be gone, and his other stats would still be pathetic.
He needed balance. He needed to be a survivor.
His eyes went to the bottom of the list.
[Luck: 5 / 100]
He stared at the pathetic number.
'This,' he thought, a grim certainty settling over him. 'This is the main problem.'
He was always dragged into the worst possible messes.
