'My elements…'
Atticus' eyes had brushed through his status in less than a second. He had seen everything, especially his stats that had barely moved.
Hard would be an understatement when describing how he had achieved that small result.
Now that Atticus was in the paragon rank, it was as though the difficulty of increasing his strength had intensified manifold.
Months of painstaking training had only given him so much improvement. However, every point gained had far more effects on his body than before. He could feel the power surging through him.
Still, of all abilities, Atticus' eyes had settled on his elements.
'I can't seem to make them budge again.'
He had wanted to level up before the military began; however, no matter how much he tried to increase his connection with the molecules and become one with them, it wouldn't budge. Every one had stopped at the 80% mark as though he was missing something.
'Grandpa also didn't know what it was.'
