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Chapter 460: Chapter 460 Changes [2]
Unlike ordinary humans, High Humans were inherently superior. One stat point for Michael could easily be equal to two or even more for regular Awakeners. He didn’t just grow stronger—he scaled higher.
Michael didn’t know his exact standing right now, but judging by the raw numbers alone... he wasn’t just strong.
He was terrifying.
"Could I rival a peak Rank 2 already?" he murmured. "Or... am I already at the level of a weak Rank 3?"
It felt unbelievable. A pseudo Rank 3 at best, maybe. But he couldn’t deny the immense sense of security he felt right now.
Even if true Rank 3 Awakened had more than stats—like unique abilities and advanced class skills—Michael wasn’t sure they could casually ignore someone with over 400 intelligence and nearly 300 in other stats.
He felt a good part of his stats increase came from the promised 50 points.
Michael’s eyes narrowed as he scrolled through the panel again.
That was when the next thing caught his attention:
[Attribute Points: 150]
[Contract Slots: 250]
"...Hah."
A short breath left him—part awe, part understanding.
As a Necromancer, Michael gained +4 attribute points per level.
As a High Human, he gained +6 attribute points per level on top of that.
Ten points per level.
He’d leveled up 15 times.
That was 150 points exactly.
So this wasn’t a bonus—it was natural growth.
As for his contract slots—his eyes flicked over the panel again.
Advancing to Rank 2 had directly increased his maximum contract slots. He knew this already—each rank-up granted more space, especially for summoners. On top of that, every level-up as a necromancer granted +5 slot per level.
The advancement itself had given him extra capacity. He could tell by the jump.
From 125 to 250.
That was 125 new slots.
And this wasn’t all.
[You have successfully advanced to Rank 2.]
[Core Class Skills — Undead Summoning and Undead Revival — have advanced in mastery.]
[New Class Skill Unlocked: {Spirit Eyes}]
[Your mana is overflowing.]
[New Skill Gained: Mana Shield]
[Your mana continues to surge.]
[New Skill Gained: Acid Bomb]
[Your body is overflowing with power.]
[New Skill Gained: Regeneration]
Michael exhaled slowly. His fingers trembled—not from fear, but the sheer magnitude of what he’d become.
A Master Necromancer.
Level 40.
With over 100 Rank 2 undead and power that could probably be called a pseudo Rank 3 Awakened.
It almost didn’t feel real.
His thoughts turned back to the five new skills—four of which had nothing to do with his class advancement and were granted solely through stat thresholds. In just a few hours, he had gained a lot 8f skills.
Michael chuckled softly, a dry sound.
"At this rate," Michael muttered, "I’ll have more skills than I can ever actively use."
That wasn’t a bad thing.
The truth was—he didn’t need to use them all now. His lifespan had already been extended from rank advancements and the High Human race. These skills would accumulate in mastery slowly, growing with him even if left dormant for now.
Besides, versatility was one of the greatest strengths one could have. There would be times where Acid Bomb would be better than Corpse Explosion, where Mana Shield might save him when Bone Armor couldn’t. He didn’t need to master all of them today.
But even now, the system wasn’t finished.
Because something else awaited.
"...Time to check the real reward," he muttered.
Michael lifted a hand and opened the system panel again.
This time, his eyes weren’t drawn to the stats or the levels—but to something new. Something that hadn’t been there before.
A new tab.
It pulsed faintly at the edge of his vision, like a soft invitation.
[Titles]
Michael blinked, eyebrows lifting slightly.
This was new.
This was an entirely new section.
He tapped it.
The panel slid open with a quiet chime, and lines of glowing text appeared before him.
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[Titles: Unique passive benefits tied to exceptional accomplishments.]
[Title Acquired: First in History]
You are the first in your race to achieve something the Origin Will acknowledges.
Achievement: Breaking through the established rating.
Effect: The Origin Will now pays attention to you.
"Huh?"
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Far, far from where Michael was—beyond the skies, beyond the boundaries of the known world.
A place few had seen, and fewer still remembered.
It was not bound by stone or sky, nor did it obey the laws of man.
It simply was.
A vast expanse of radiant plains stretched endlessly beneath a golden twilight sky, where silver rivers floated through the air like ribbons and massive mountains hovered above a sea of glowing clouds. Trees shimmered with crystal leaves, and flowers pulsed with ambient mana—each petal a different color, like stained glass reflecting the soul of the world.
It was a place made of concepts.
A world where thoughts became form.
At the heart of it, seated beneath a luminous tree whose roots coiled through space and whose branches disappeared into constellations, sat a man.
Or rather... something shaped like a man.
His face could not be seen. It was veiled in shimmering distortion, like looking through clear water that rippled just enough to hide what lay beyond. His form was composed of threads of golden light, woven tightly into the shape of robes.
Power clung to him like gravity. Silent. Crushing. Absolute.
He sat cross-legged on nothing—yet all things bent around him.
And in that moment, the man stirred.
His head tilted slightly.
A hum, barely louder than a whisper, escaped his lips.
"...How strange."
He raised one hand. A pale sphere appeared in his palm, glowing faintly with lines that pulsed like veins. Each line represented a people. A race. A fate.
One thick thread in particular—thin and dim for what felt like ages—suddenly began to glow.
Brighter.
And brighter still.
The thread surged like lightning through the web, sparking ripple effects across the entire orb.
The man stared at it.
It was the thread of the Aurora race. A Variant race of humans.
A race long deemed outclassed. Dismissed by greater races.
"...Why has their fate risen so sharply?"
He didn’t sound concerned. Only curious.
His hand tightened slightly.
The threads shimmered and rearranged.
The man stared at it for a long moment, unmoving.
Then, softly... he chuckled.
"’Another first in History’..."
He leaned back slightly, the air warping behind him.
"Origin Will, what are you so secretive about?"
He spoke not with hostility—but amusement. Like an older brother watching a child try to sneak a surprise.
And then, with a flick of his hand, a translucent screen appeared before him.
It was a status panel.
The numbers shown would have stolen the breath from Michael’s lungs.
But there was something familiar there.
[Titles]
[First in history, First God....]
[Title: First God]
You are the first God to rise from your race.