[Ding!
Avenger has been triggered.
Obtained 1 free attribute point.] [Ding!
Host detected killed by a key story character.
Bonus reward granted.] [Congratulations host on obtaining System Gacha × 1.] Opening his eyes once more, Kenma shivered, feeling a bit unaccustomed to the outside temperature suddenly returning to normal.
As the Beast of the End, Puck’s freezing was not as simple as a drop in temperature, but an all-encompassing invasion of chill, where the frigid aura would seep through flesh right into the bones.
Therefore, even Kenma, whose physical capabilities far surpassed normal humans, couldn’t withstand it at all without intentionally guarding himself, and would be frozen to death on the spot in no time.
Hearing the notification sound from the system in his ear, Kenma froze for a moment.
A system gacha again?
Alright then.
An illusory roulette appeared in his mind.
With a thought, Kenma quickly consumed his gacha attempt and started the draw.
After spinning at high speed, watching the pointer land on the largest region, Kenma’s face slumped instantly.
[Ding!
Congratulations host on winning the 3rd Prize: Defense attribute increased by 100%.] Hearing this reward, his pupils shrank slightly, and without hesitation, he allocated the free attribute point he had just obtained into Defense.
The next second, a surge of warmth rushed through him, fundamentally transforming his body.
Once the surge subsided, he looked down at his body and poked the surface of his skin with his finger.
It definitely felt different from before.
The skin’s toughness had clearly jumped by a huge margin, bringing a boost in physical power along with it.
He raised his fist and slammed it against his own chest.
The immense power even whipped up a brief sonic boom in the air, creating an invisible shockwave that spread outward with Kenma at the center.
Frankly speaking, if this strike were to directly hit an ordinary human, it would blast them into a mist of blood the instant it made contact.
As he moved his fist away, that hit had only left a red fist mark on Kenma’s chest, with faint bruising emerging on the surface of his skin.
Even tanking a full-power strike, it barely hurt the flesh.
[Name: Isoyama Kenma] [Gender: Male] [Strength: 40 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Speed: 14 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Defense: 40 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Spirit: 20 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Magical Talent: Extremely Weak] [Swordsmanship Talent: Mediocre] [Passive Skills: Avenger, Return by Death, Crisis Mitigation] [Evaluation: Placed among a crowd of ordinary people, you would be a very powerful existence.
Even in this chaotic other world full of monsters, your base attributes are enough to make you a decent power, but there is still a colossal gap separating you from top-tier powerhouses.] Looking over his attribute panel, Kenma nodded in satisfaction.
This way, he wouldn’t have to worry about his own power tearing his body apart when going all out.
But doing it like this presents a bit of a problem.
Thinking of another point, he felt a bit troubled.
Now that his Defense had risen to this level, dying quickly would probably be pretty hard.
It seemed he would have to challenge even stronger foes in the future.
That punch earlier had already frightened the surrounding pedestrians into fleeing in all directions, leaving a vacant circle around Kenma.
The green-haired vendor, who had just been about to ask him if he wanted appas, silently pulled back his hand holding an appa after personally feeling the formidable strength of the person in front of him.
Never mind, better not ask.
I want to live a few years longer.
Kenma paid no mind to the reactions of those around him.
Striding off down the street, he headed toward another main avenue that matched his memory.
Having farmed stats for so long and raised his level so much, it was about time to start doing the main quest.
Although Kenma, having read the original series, knew that following the main party was bound to be full of troubles, that was actually a good thing.
Being full of troubles meant extremely high risk.
Extremely high risk meant more opportunities to challenge powerhouses, and the probability of dying would also increase.
Rather than running all over the world looking for powerhouses, it was better to hang around Emilia’s camp for a while—a bunch of villains would come knocking on their own anyway.
Arriving at the street in his memory, he found a set of steps to sit on and began to wait quietly.
Within minutes, a swift figure came running from afar.
The instant the blonde girl dashed past Kenma, a hand grabbed the scruff of her neck with lightning speed, lifting her up on the spot.
Felt instantly bristled, shock and fear surging in her heart.
What’s going on?
He could actually grab me while under the Divine Protection of Wind.
She realized that the person before her was definitely no ordinary man—she had encountered an expert.
After trying to break free a couple of times and realizing the hand gripping her neck was impossible to shake off, Felt glanced nervously behind her with an awkward smile on her face.
“Cam you let me go?
How about I treat you to a meal at the tavern later?” “A very tempting offer but I refuse.” Kenma said with a smile, though the grip in his hand didn’t loosen in the slightest.
“Tch.” Realizing enticing him was useless, Felt caught out of the corner of her eye a silver-haired figure becoming clearer at the far end of the street behind them, and sighed somewhat helplessly.
Damn it, I’m probably done for this time.
Her survival instincts honed over many years told her that the guy holding her had definitely killed before—and more than just one person.
The murderous aura on this man was far too heavy.
Even though he didn’t smell of blood, no matter how one looked at it, he resembled an executioner who had slaughtered countless lives.
Suddenly, Kenma released his grip.
Caught off guard, Felt tumbled onto the ground with a thud.
“Just teasing you.
Go on, off to where you’re supposed to go.” Hearing Kenma’s words, Felt looked at him with eyes full of unease.
What does this guy mean?
What does he mean ‘where I’m supposed to go’?
She grew increasingly uneasy.
The man in front of her wasn’t just acting out of simple justice, he definitely had a deeper motive.
But with Emilia drawing closer behind her, she gritted her teeth and decided to deal with the immediate trouble first.
“Thanks, pal!
I’ll treat you to a meal next time!
I’m off!” Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately activated her Divine Protection of Wind, her body disappearing from the spot, sprinting rapidly into the distance.
Watching her retreating figure, Kenma’s eyes blazed with an increasingly intense desire for battle.
Bowel Hunter Elsa, huh?
I’d like to give it a try.