Chapter 67: What Remains Is Power
The forest was quiet, bathed in soft morning light. A hush clung to the trees—serene, unbroken.
Isaac stood in the clearing, the blue glow of his system interface reflecting faintly off his eyes. Six floating skill tiles hovered in front of him, acquired in the week of relentless combat and mission work. Yet none of them were worth keeping.
[Beast Affinity – Rank B][Ink Sigil Carve – Rank C][Terrain Sense – Rank C][Shadow Lunge – Rank D][Quickstep – Rank D][Crude Pierce – Rank D]
"I don't need any of you," he muttered.
[Skill Fusion Protocol – Rank EX] ActivatedMode: Decomposition
Decomposing selected skills…– 1 B-rank → +1,000 stat points– 2 C-ranks → +200 stat points– 3 D-ranks → +30 stat points
Total yield: +1,230 raw stat points
The skills flared brightly, then shattered into motes of pure energy, drawn into Isaac's body like threads of light sinking into the soul.
Stat points acquired: 1,230
He opened his profile and stared at the numbers.
Strength: 791Agility: 255Endurance: 1,245Intelligence: 364Willpower: 152Charisma: 111
A scowl touched his lips. "This is power," he said, "but it's not usable power."
Too much in one place. Too little in others.
[Stat Rechannel – Rank B] ActivatedEffect: Full stat redistributionCooldown: 24 hours
Isaac didn't hesitate.
With a few swipes and silent commands, he began shifting everything—Strength, Endurance, Willpower, even the bloated reservoir of brute-force defense he'd leaned on until now. No more spikes. No more imbalance.
He restructured the very essence of his growth.
Recalibration complete.New stat allocation confirmed.
[STATUS – Soulbound Host: Isaac]
Level: 20
Race: Unknown (Undead-Linked)
Class: None
Affiliation: Bearer of the Moonkindled Flame
HP: 4,860 / 4,860 MP: 2,430 / 2,430
Strength: 487
Agility: 486
Endurance: 486
Intelligence: 486
Willpower: 486
Charisma: 487
Luck: ???
Moonlight Affinity: 6
Isaac felt his entire being shift—like gears falling into place. No longer a fortress weighed down by armor. No longer a broken blade with a single edge.
Now he was balanced. Controlled. Dangerous from any angle.
Behind him, Lira rose and stretched.
"You look lighter," she said.
Isaac cracked his knuckles. "I feel right."
"Anything I should worry about?"
He smirked. "Only if you're planning on dueling me."
Lira laughed. "Let's not."
He glanced toward the horizon where new missions waited, new enemies lurked, and new stories began.
But today?
He had finished something important.
From the fragments of forgotten power…
He had reforged himself.