Volume 2: Rise of the Vessel
Chapter 12: Power Allocation
The city buzzed with life, but Lee Hwan wasn't distracted. After his conversation with the guard, he found a quiet alley between two buildings. A dim, flickering lantern cast soft light on the stone wall beside him.
He sat on a wooden crate and opened his status window with a flick of his hand.
[Status Window – Lee Hwan]
Level: 61
Class: Vessel of the Dragon Monarch
Unused Attribute Points: 50
Strength: 172
Agility: 148
Intelligence: 101
Mana: 1053
Stamina: 119
Perception: 90
Vitality: 106
Luck: 50
"Hmm… With this, I'm already stronger than most players near my level," Lee murmured.
But he knew strength alone wasn't enough. If he was to survive and eventually reach the top of the Tower—clearing all 100 floors—he needed to be precise in his growth. He remembered the guard's words. A Level 127 player was on this floor. That man was from the eighth floor, a realm only top elites had stepped into.
Lee's eyes narrowed.
"I need more speed. I need better movement. And I need to be able to hold my ground longer."
With a firm decision, he began allocating his points.
+15 to Strength
+15 to Agility
+10 to Stamina
+10 to Vitality
[Status Updated]
Strength: 187
Agility: 163
Stamina: 129
Vitality: 116
"Perfect," he muttered.
Strength would increase his raw attack power. Agility made his movements faster, more fluid. Stamina would keep him going longer in fights, and Vitality increased his resistance, his durability in battle.
He glanced at his Mana—still over a thousand. That was already monstrous for a level 61. No need to waste points on Intelligence just yet.
Suddenly, a flicker of flame surged at his fingertips. The Dragon Monarch's aura stirred inside him, responding to his growth. The stronger his body, the more freely the power of the monarch flowed.
Lee smiled.
"Alright," he said, standing up. "Let's see what the sixth floor has to offer."
But even as he stepped out of the alley and back into the busy streets, he could feel it. Eyes watching. Someone powerful was nearby, and he could sense a faint killing intent—subtle, controlled, but unmistakable.
The scout from the eighth floor had taken notice.