Accompanied by the familiar, eerie music and the faint female voice whispering by his ear, Kenma suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He instinctively touched his chest, his expression somewhat peculiar.
Is this what Return by Death feels like?
Although the pain was reduced, it’s still rather unpleasant.
Death is not measured solely by pain.
Other sensations such as weakness, blood loss, and coldness were not weakened at all by the passive skill [Crisis Mitigation].
It merely reduced the pain at the moment of death, while the sense of suffocation near death did not weaken.
[Ding!
Congratulations to the host for triggering Avenger, obtaining 1 Free Attribute Point!] Hm?
The system prompt sounded in his mind, and Kenma, who was still somewhat immersed in the death experience, reacted, dispelling that trace of discomfort in his heart.
The passive skill really worked!
Charging into it and getting stabbed to death doesn’t count as suicide!
Kenma narrowed his eyes slightly.
In that case, the system’s standard for suicide was most likely limited to the method of dying by his own hands.
That’s fantastic!
Kenma had been slightly worried earlier.
If this system’s strictness was extremely harsh, it would have been troublesome.
He asked in his heart, ‘If I invest the Free Attribute Point into magical talent, to what extent will it improve from Extremely Weak?’ [Ding!
No change.] What the fuck?
Hearing this, Kenma immediately widened his eyes.
‘Why not?
Is it unable to be upgraded, or are there not enough Free Attribute Points?’ [Ding!
Upgrading magical talent from Extremely Weak to Mediocre requires five Free Attribute Points!] As expected, it’s still not enough.
What about swordsmanship talent?
Kenma cared a bit about his talent in swordsmanship.
In the worldview of Re:Zero, even more disgusting than Divine Protections are Authorities, which are basically possessed only by the Sin Archbishops of the Witch Cult, each with bizarre and varied effects.
When swordsmanship is practiced to the pinnacle, it can even cut through Authorities, which can be described as extremely formidable.
[Ding!
Upgrading swordsmanship talent from Mediocre to Somewhat Talented requires consuming 20 Free Attribute Points!] Kenma temporarily abandoned this plan.
Dying 20 times just to improve talent?
Might as well use the Free Attribute Points to increase basic attributes first.
Right, wasn’t there a system gacha?
[Ding!
When accumulated Free Attribute Points reach 100, the system gacha mode can be unlocked!] Fuck!
Finding that a single Free Attribute Point couldn’t do anything, Kenma helplessly added it to strength.
According to his current plan, strength is the top priority, followed by speed and spirit, while defense is the attribute least in need of points.
After all, if defense is built up, how is he supposed to be beaten to death by people?
[Name: Isoyama Kenma] [Gender: Male] [Strength: 10 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Speed: 7 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Defense: 7 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Spirit: 10 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Magical Talent: Extremely Weak] [Swordsmanship Talent: Mediocre] [Passive Skills: Avenger, Return by Death, Crisis Mitigation] [Evaluation: Placed among a group of ordinary people, you would be a very powerful existence, but placed in a chaotic other world full of monsters, you can only be considered a total weakling.] A faint warm current coursed through his body and Kenma felt a wave of itching.
His muscles seemed to become more powerful, and he could clearly feel the progress in his strength.
Don’t look down on just one Free Attribute Point.
Converted, it was 1/5 of the strength of a normal adult male.
Besides, attribute values like this could not be simply converted numerically.
The increase later on would only become increasingly terrifying.
‘Not bad.
Let’s get the second wave going.’ Kenma, who clearly felt his progress, cheered up, and even his steps walking on the street became a bit lighter.
Let’s do this!
Strive to die 100 times first!
Before long, the familiar alley, the familiar people.
This time, without waiting for Emilia to cause a commotion on the street, Kenma had already actively stepped into the alley.
Exactly the same as the previous loop, three familiar figures of different heights appeared again at the other end of the alley.
“Yo, you dare to…” Before the blue-haired youth could finish the first sentence of his opening line, Kenma suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him.
“Stop.
I don’t have time to listen to you yapping so much.
Looking at your poverty-stricken appearance, you must be punks here to rob money.” The trio looked at each other, evidently not expecting Kenma to play cards so unorthodoxly.
Obviously, the blue-haired youth had more experience dealing with sudden situations.
He pulled a knife from behind him, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
“Since you are clear about our trade, then obediently hand over the mone—” “Did I tell you to speak, you son of a bitch?” Kenma’s sudden curse jammed the blue-haired youth’s words back into his throat.
The trio was even more dumbfounded, and the blue-haired youth looked especially miserable.
Why is this person so uncultured?
Without waiting for the trio to continue speaking, another overwhelming barrage of insults, almost identical to the previous loop, smashed down over them.
“Even across an alley, I can smell the sour stench of you three things.
No wonder you can only be punks.
What are you three stray dogs barking for?” “If you have the guts, come over and kill me.
Otherwise, I’ll call the guards right now to chase you three dogs away.
Such tiny pieces of shit and you’re learning how to rob people.” “You…” “You what!
One bean sprout!
One dwarf growing a mushroom, and another meat mountain whose brain is used entirely to grow muscles and is smaller than a bean!
Who gave you the guts to rob me?” “Fuck off far away, seeing punks like you makes me want to vomit.
A bunch of rats chased around by the guards who can only hide in such dark places to engage in shady acts.” “Kill him!” The blue-haired youth completely lost his temper.
He pulled out his knife, and strode forward, his two partners quickly following.
Squelch!
Warm blood splattered everywhere.
The punk trio looked in disbelief at Kenma, whose heart had been pierced by the knife, staggering backward.
After just a few seconds, the three of them made the exact same reaction as the previous loop, scrambling to escape.
Feeling that suffocation near death, the corners of Kenma’s lips hooked into an arc, and he struggled to open his eyes, feeling his vision gradually darken.
This is my path to becoming stronger!