Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 37: Ready to Plunder

[ Your Intelligence Attribute is 50 ]

[ You have reached Evolved limits ]

[ Going beyond is impossible ]

[ Please choose a different attribute ]

'What?' Noa exclaimed. 'I am cooked?'

This situation left his understanding of Velrox.

Not even Arthur had done it, and it was his first time learning that there was an attribute cap.

After leveling up, his intelligence was 48.9.

The system froze it at 50, allowing him to keep one Attribute Point free of charge.

'It means I can increase all of my stats to the limit. And if I beat the First Abyss with the topped-out stats, it would maximize my strength.'

Noa quickly planned his strategies.

He then put the remaining stat to the agility.

The speed was his next choice, and glancing at Arthur, he mocked the boy internally.

As someone who could gain attributes from the monsters he slaughtered, it was a pity the protagonist never got the chance to discover this knowledge.

The reason was simple.

Arthur was always forced to beat the Abysses as fast as he could.

It left him with no option but to become a Returne, Altered, Arised, or Eclipsed without reaching his full potential.

But as a reliable friend, Noa had an evil smirk on his face.

'What's the better way to gain his trust than feed him useful information?' he thought cheerfully.

Every other main character Noa knew of would try to hide this secret as if it were their lifeline.

But he wasn't afraid.

If someone saw a threat of something, Noa saw an opportunity.

He was quick to digest the present and wise to calculate the future.

As a result, the correct answers always found their way to him, allowing him to be daring but not stupidly brave.

Though it was a bit too early to spill the beans.

The more decisive the moment he selected, the more effect his "goodwill" would bring in.

So Noa held himself back, strolling through the bones.

The insides of the skeleton were dark, making their journey dangerous and full of covered passages.

Thankfully, Noa's blessing granted him night vision.

It made the situation bearable, but Arthur wasn't in the dark either.

An hour went by when they finally encountered another clown, but instead of being alone, the monster had two other accomplices.

"Move your ass!" Noa said, dashing for a quick action.

Arthur snorted but drew his blade.

The sword came as loot he obtained for slaying the maze boss, and seeing it in real life, Noa wanted to snatch it.

Unfortunately for him, the weapon was a bound artifact.

No one but Arthur could summon and wield it.

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'May this treasure be the first and the last one I couldn't seize before you,' Noa mused, testing his new club.

Its heaviness perfectly suited his taste.

Distributing the weight evenly between his legs, his thumb and index finger formed a "V" shape around the grip.

Noa kept his body slightly arched.

It minimized his exposure to the clown's attacks and left enough flexibility for counterattacks.

Then he took consecutive steps.

His style was rough, still unpolished, with no clear guidance, but the overwhelming attributes removed his flaws.

The pointy part of the club was thrust forward.

He targeted vital areas.

The clown blocked his strike.

Just barely, but it gave Noa momentum to charge again.

This time he was faster, rapidly hitting the throat of the opponent and spraying the colorful blood in all directions.

Arthur wasn't a pushover either.

His sword dance was breathtaking, devoid of the faults Noa showed in his every move.

Nevertheless, there was one more opponent they had to take.

"Leave him to me," Noa shouted.

The remaining clown started doing acrobatic techniques, focusing on measured footwork.

To block the incoming blows, Noa moved closer.

At first, he intercepted the attacks with his own, redirecting the club from its intended path.

Then he changed his tactics.

Pressing his weapon against the opponent's, he tried to control its movement, and when the moment arrived, Noa struck the rod aside, using his superior strength.

The unfriendly clown stumbled.

Balancing on the rough surface of the skeleton was already hard.

Noa saw it as an opportunity to end the battle.

He rotated his center of gravity, concentrated on the timing, and drove the silly club to the clown's tough flesh.

One successful blow started the immediate subsequent offense.

Soon enough, the opponent fell to the ground, losing its only life.

[ You killed an Evolved Gory Clown Lv. 15 ]

[ You've gained 3,250 Experience Points ]

[ Level Up! ]

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Two waves of notifications covered Noa's visage, briefing him on his EXP and attribute gain.

[ Level: 9 ]

[ EXP: 1364 → 4100 ]

It was his highest level to date, finally letting him see Arthur's level.

[ Arthur Ashe Lv. 18 ]

[ Grade: Evolved ]

The boy was almost qualified to contest with First Abyss and evolve himself even further.

Noa snoeted at his absurd progress.

Just as the fight concluded, both of them looted the bodies they had slain.

[ Evolved Challenger Spirit Orb ]

Only one orb was dropped, but it was enough for Noa's eyes to gleam in greed.

His mind never worked with this precision, calculating the amount of money he could make with each orb he could potentially collect.

However, Arthur caught his attention.

'He is hiding his semi-op talent,' Noa dwelt jokingly.

The boy only took one orb out of the dead monster, leaving it behind like he couldn't get anything more out of it.

"Are you shy by any chance?" Noa probed, lowering his eyes.

"How come?" Arthur asked, approaching him.

Knowing smirk danced on Noa's lips before he said,

"Then why don't you use your plundering skill? Is it shyness, or are you worried I won't keep your SS-ranked talent hidden?"

"Wh-What?" Arthur yelled, taking a step back.

Not only did Noa know that he had a plundering skill, but he also knew his talent rank.

He couldn't believe it.

No, he didn't want to believe it.

But the reality went beyond his expectations, and the fact spoke for itself.

"Do it!" Noa demanded. "Plunder the clown's corpse. I want to see what you can get."