Without looking back at Geralt, Cynrik examined Brance's Stats and nodded. Although it wasn't as large of an increase as his own, that was mainly due to how many custom skills he had made. As such, with each skill, Cynrik had received many Stat points and Stats for each one, leaving his brother behind in that aspect.
: Status :
: Brance Athalos Jetlensr (Bj?rn Ironside Ragnarsson):
: Title - Perfect Clear Expert, Skill Creator, Core Creator, Perfect Evolution, Cherub, Limit-Breaker :
: Demi-Human Male (75% Human, 25% Lightbringer):
: Age-13:
: Tier-3 (PEAK) :
: Supernatural Stage :
: Primary Class - Tier-3 Enforcer of the Holy Flame : (+60 STR, +50 INT, +60 VIT Distribution)
: Sub-Class - Tier-3 Adept Gemsmithing : (+60 DEX, +2 STR +60 INT Distribution)
: Level: 50/50 CAP: :
: SPN-Prestige Ratio: 0% :
: SPN Stage Essence Pool(SPN-XP): 512,000 :
: Unconverted Essence Pool: 0 :
: P-Class (Enforcer of the Holy Flame) : 50/50 CAP :
: S-Class (Adept Gemsmith) : 50/50 CAP :
: Distribution: 3(62) STR, 3(60) DEX, 3(0) AGI, 3(110) INT, 3(60) VIT, 3(0) MIND
: Mana Codex & Veins Tier-3.5 :
: Stage 5 :
: Supreme Mana Body - Tier-3.5, 20g Resistance :
: Credits: 877,239 :
: Merti Points: 26360 :
: Regular Stat CAP: 7850 : (DEX, AGI, MIND) **NEW**
: Limit-Broken Stat CAP: 11,775 : (STR, INT, VIT) **NEW**
: STATS :
: HP 592,375/592,375 : 90 Per Point (+234,000)
: Mana 341,613/341,613 : 50 Per Point (+191,000)
: Stamina 320,125/320,125 : 50 Per Point (+130,000)
: Stat Points- 1800 : (30 per level) Class (3)
: Skill Points- 740 : (4 per level) Class (3)
: Strength- 7850 : (+2600)
: Dexterity- 6069 : (+3150)
: Agility- 2954 : (+150)
: Intelligence- 7850 : (+3820)
: Vitality- 7850 : (+2600)
: Mind- 2954 : (+150)
: Will Power- 132: (+52)
: Gem Cutting: 25 - XP 32,398/ 778,899 :
: Grace- 1112 - 8.25G :
: Affinity- :
:(SAG) Tier-3 Light Manipulation (Beginner):
:(BG) Tier-3 Terra Manipulation (Beginner):
:(AG) Tier-3 Wind Manipulation (Initial):
:(SEC) Tier-3.5 HolyFire Manipulation (Beginner):
Stunned by what he was hearing and feeling like he was dreaming, seeing that they had survived their Overloaded state, Geralt collapsed onto his butt and stared at Cynrik and Brance incredulously.
He didn't even hear what Cynrik said; the two little freaks finally shattered his worldview. He had heard stories of people literally exploding into mist after overloading and not a single one of anyone actually surviving.
Yet standing not even 10 meters away were two perfectly alive and healthy young men radiating a power strong enough to compare to beings in the Early step of Tier-4.
Having no idea of how insanely high their Stats had climbed, Geralt gulped down his saliva loudly and robotically began storing the potions he had brought out while keeping a watchful eye on the brothers as they made their final preparations.
[You have 1800 Stat points, and as much as I would like to see you start raising the left-behind three Stats, it is practically useless at this point. It's better to work on those three that have been Limit-Broken.] Cynrik finally said as he felt power course through his body due to his stats increasing further.
Contrary to what he was telling Brance to do, the first thing Cynrik did was get nice, even whole numbers for his STR and VIT Stat, increasing both to 3550.
For this, 42 points went to his STR Stat, and 287 went toward his VIT. Although negligible, he still had more points to use on his Limit-Broken stats than Brance since, to begin with, he had 2200 Free Allocation Points.
Once complete with his lower Stats and still having 1871 Allocation Points remaining, Cynrik proceeded to add 600 points to his DEX, AGI, and INT, ignoring his already high MIND stat since it wouldn't help him in the upcoming battle.
However, something miraculous happened when Cynrik added points to his newly Limit-Broken Stats. A gust kicked up as if standing in the middle of a hurricane, causing his clothes to flutter, and his eyes began glowing in quad-colored light along with a bright glow that lit up his body.
For a moment, even the greyscaled Shadow Realm seemed to be filled with Vibrant color as his Stats ascended past their previous Cap and reached 8450 points.
With this strange occurrence, Cynrik felt lightheaded, and instead of the usual sensation that went along with increasing one's stats, he felt as if he were invincible.
He wasn't alone in this either, as half a second after his ascension finished, Brance soon lit up similarly. Heeding his older brother's advice, he had spent 600 points in his STR, INT, and VIT pushing them through their Cap and into uncharted Territory for a Tier-3 being.
"That's…how, huh, what the hell is GOING ON WITH YOU TWO?" From where Geralt sat, he saw two mystical projections manifest behind Brance and Cynrik.
One was a Kind looking man with white hair, robes, and a Staff, while the other was a grizzled one eye man with hide clothing. The scariest thing about these projections was the insane strength he felt from them…they felt otherworldly, and in his heart, Geralt knew he wasn't worthy of even looking at the two manifestations.
Luckily, the two projections soon disappeared as the brothers' bodies acclimated to their newly increased Stats, followed by a loud exhale from Cynrik and Brance.
"What are you on about, Geralt?" Raising an eyebrow as he swapped out of the stuffy suit and into his battle gear, Cynrik asked while wearing a weirded-out expression.
"Uh…nothing, nothing, that glow just now, did you two somehow break through your Stat Caps?" As Cynrik seemed unaware of the two mystical beings that had manifested momentarily, Geralt, wise in his years, chose to act as if it never happened, lest he earns the ire of those two beings, and instead proposed a question.
"Yeah, we did. You see, the two of us had enough XP to Cap out both our classes and Primary Level, and in doing so at one time, we triggered that weird puffy mode. Along with that came an opportunity I didn't know was possible, and somehow, we have become, uh, I guess the term is Limit-Breakers."
Shrugging his shoulders as if what he was saying was run of the mill, Cynrik unsheathed his Kodachis and swung them around a few times to get used to his new AGI stat before returning them to their housings and throwing out several punches and kicks.
Meanwhile, Brance had already changed into his plate armor and was warming up with his shields in greatsword form.
Upon feeling like he had gotten the hang of his new STR stat, Brance transformed the greatsword back into two shields and stored them on his back before looking up at the battle above.
Unlike Cynrik, who had casually glanced at the destruction, only momentarily focusing on his targets and the battle itself, Brance was horrified by what he saw.
It hadn't even been ten minutes since they had sat down to power up, and the sights above were as different as night and day. But what bothered him the most wasn't the state of the mansion or even the fight; instead, it was the innocent casualties caused by the fighting.
Clenching his fists, Brance appeared before Cynrik and caught him by the shoulder, holding him in place.
[What's the plan, I know we can't do anything about the Tier-6 guys, but the sooner we kill off those two fuckers, Viktor and Lithlen, the sooner we can start evacuating the innocents.]
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