My Life In A Fantasy, Women-Dominated World-Chapter 116: No Boost?

Without fanfare, he dumped all his excess stats into magic as well.

[ User: Aaron Cross ]

[ Level: 18 ]

[ Exp: 4% ]

[ Title: Otherworldly Soul (Legendary) ]

[ Class: Boy Toy (Common) ]

[ Race: Human (Male) ]

[ ~Stats~ ] 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[ Strength: 129 (+97) (+25%) ]

[ Agility: 124 (+97) (+25%) ]

[ Stamina: 132 (+97) (+25%) ]

[ Intelligence: 117 (+97) (+25%) ]

[ Magic: 485 ]

[ Additional Points: 0 ]

[ Skills: 4 / 5 ]

[ Inventory: 0/1 ]

His current stats looked as such, appearing as freaky as they could get, but, he didn’t understand one thing.

His class should be giving him +25% to all stats, but it wasn’t anymore.

Or well, it technically was to other stats, but not magic.

It stayed at 485, something he gained from his latest influx of level up points rather than a 25% boost.

But if he had to guess, he would guess that the boost disappeared completely since applying the boost will send Aaron’s stats spiraling way over the 500 mark, maybe even cross the 600s!

Among the level 18-30, Aaron could easily be considered peerless now. Especially with his skill that could pressurize his enemies based on his magic.

But that was the thing that irritated Aaron the most.

He had strength, he had stats, but not the skills.

Neither the physical skills you can learn by repeated practice, nor the skills that you gain from your class.

He had 4 currently, 5 if you counted his self skills to be 1 instead of 0.5.

And yet, they weren’t as overpowered and useful as some of the other skills of Claire and rest!

Except one, maybe.

Reverse Senses was his bread and butter, his best utility skill, though he would’ve loved to level it up soon.

Its cooldown was too long and with his rising magic, the debuff of losing own sensation was slowly getting out of hand as well. Duration could use some work as well.

It was possible to level up the skills, and there were two ways to do it.

First was to use it as much as possible, raise its proficiency, use it until you get an option to level up the skill.

And the second option... was to gamble.

It was possible to pull an improved version of an already chosen skill when choosing skills, like the Safety Protocols he pulled this time was level 3, instead of the usual basic level 1.

However this was more of a risky option since there were no rerolls in the magical selection, and if you didn’t have a free skill slot when you rolled for a skill...?

Heh, that was the most stupid thing a person could do, since the system wouldn’t care less about the future of that raider, softlocking them to be unable to choose any new skill or even choose the checkpoint rewards till the raider reaches the required level to unlock more skill slots.

And despite being capable of affording a gamble, namely getting new slots at level 25, he decided not to take any chances. .

On the battlefield, his hands kept moving leisurely, chopping the incoming goblins with a lack of difficulty.

Now, even his swordstaff didn’t feel as heavy, moving fluidly in the directions he wanted it to.

Some moments later, the cold breeze from Lia’s magic stopped blowing. She was too stunned to continue channeling her mana in an elaborate way.

However for Aaron, he noticed but didn’t care.

In the beginning he was worried and requested help since he had no idea if he was strong enough to battle these goblins, but just after slaying a few, he realized that he was being too cautious.

He was at the level where he could casually move and they would die. He needs no skills to kill them, even the one he was using was merely to test it out rather than an actual need.

The greenskins kept shrieking at him, cursing sometimes in the language he understood and sometimes in a language he didn’t, but it was all the same.

Each and every goblin that came near him died with a single well-timed slash, an attack that Claire had taught him after a lot of difficulty.

"...Your boyfriend is... a man, right...?" Jaq shakily turned to her leader, her playfulness nowhere to be found, as she couldn’t even comprehend what was going on.

"I mean," Claire coughed, staring at his slaughter dumbfounded, "Last time I checked, he indeed was..."

"How long ago was this ’last time’?" Lia questioned.

"This morning." Claire shrugged back, bragging in her tone, "I had a thorough check of his body, he looked like a man to me~"

Eva’s glare frostened even more, fixated on Aaron who was running around killing goblins, wearing a goofy ass leather armor that she had forced upon him.

She was his girlfriend now, so she refrained from asking or talking about anything related to his absurd magic stat, but she herself couldn’t help but wonder how high it had become already.

She remembered that he was level 10 earlier, and now he must be at least 15 since he was using a new skill now... which meant 5 + 25... multiplying both due to his 5x multiplier...

Eva paused her calculations, sighing as she guessed that he could very well be over 400 and inching even closer to the 500 mark.

As a mage and magic focused individual herself, she couldn’t help but sigh in envy each time she heard about his ludicrous and absurd stats.

She was working as a raider for years already, and yet she had barely broken through the 200 magic mark herself...

Eva didn’t speak or talk to her best friend, feeling too irritated about how open Claire was about their relationship.

It also pissed her off why she wasn’t ready for it.

Simply imagining the judgemental looks from her friends, other raiders, maybe even family... Eva cut off the trail of thought, focusing on Aaron who was nearly done with the swarm of goblins.

The harvest was bountiful and he nearly reached level 19, a shame that the goblins didn’t drop as much exp as the higher level monsters.

Though, it was only obvious since the difference in their strength was like night and day.

But after the murderous spree of hunting those greenskins, when he turned to look at his teammates, he was left stunned...