A New Path - 30
Status
Name: Edge ( Rare ) ( Monkey God Legacy )
Level: 100
Class: Monkey King ( upgradeable )
Race: Evo ( Evolved human )
Bloodline: Platinum
Power: FLY ( 100KM/H )
For further effects , 100A for a single digit increase in speed
Title: Invincible , Demon Slayer , Monkey King , Vajra , Shoora(Bold)
HP: 20,000 ( Constitution*30 )
Aura: 300,000( Stamina*Constitution )
[Stat]
Strength: 500
Stamina: 500
Agility: 500
Constitution: 600
(Available points to distribute: 1750 )
[Skills]
Passive skills:
1) Weapon and Combat Mastery Lv1 - Mastery over all weapons and Combat forms
2) Inspect - Can Inspect anything
3) Laghima - The ability to become weightless
4) Garima - Ability to increase weight Similar to the constitution value in Kilogram
5) Prapti - The ability to travel anywhere and acquire anything , can bypass any forcefield or restricted place , No restrictions for any tools or weapons usage
6) parakamya - Irresistible Will power
Vastiva - Mastery over all creatures
7) Divine Calm - resist everything
8) Bajrang Gun - the divine energy of the legacy weapon is stored inside and can be stacked if not used , perform with only Legacy Weapon or with Fist , Attack force is equal to constitution*strength KG Force , 1Use/Month
9) Grow - The Monkey Tale can grow as long as 1 Km
Active skills:
1) Anima – The ability to reduce his size upto 1 inch - 100A/second
2) Mahima – Ability to increase his size - 100A/Feet
3) Isitva ( Power Mode ) – Ability to create and destroy anything , All stats double - 1000A/Second ( will increase with level ups )
4) Foot stomp - All Your constitution and strength focuses on a single foot - 500A/ Second
A = Aura
Edge could see that he lost his sub class and it's related skills his mana points went back to get redistribute
He received a new form of power called Aura that he could use for his active skills
Some of the skills now had changed descriptions but nevertheless still effective
It's like he got a blank canvas to draw again , he haven't been using his level up stat points and were saving them from when he was level 20 and it was finally time to spend them
[Stat]
Strength: 1000
Stamina: 850
Agility: 1000
Constitution: 1000
Edge added 500 points into his strength and agility each and then 400 into constitution and the remaining 350 in stamina to round off
As soon as he did this he got a message
( Your Bloodline is responding )
( Your body is growing stronger )
( Stamina is increasing to match up to the other stats)
( Stamina reached 1000 )
( Congratulations player edge for being the first person to achieve the golden ratio )
( All stats have reached 1000 )
( 10% reduction in the use of stats )
Status
Strength: 1000*
Stamina: 1000*
Agility: 1000*
Constitution: 1000*
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Edge was so engrossed in his status screen that he barely noticed when his trial began. The sudden shift in scenery jolted him to a halt, and he felt a sharp tug on his wrists. His hands were bound by thick metal chains—ordinary, unremarkable chains, not the anti-mana kind he might have expected. Yet, despite their simplicity, he felt utterly powerless.
"What are you doing, child? Hurry up, or we'll all be punished because of you!" A voice, frail but urgent, snapped him out of his daze.
Edge glanced up and saw a long line of slaves, each shackled like him. Their eyes were hollow, devoid of light or hope, as if life had long since abandoned them. The man who had spoken was elderly, his body frail and trembling, yet his eyes burned with a strange, desperate concern.
Nodding silently, Edge fell into step. He was at the end of the line, giving him a clear view of the grim procession. His sharp eyes took in the details: over a hundred slaves trudging ahead, their feet raw and bloodied from the jagged, stony path. Forty soldiers, clad in heavy armor and mounted on sturdy horses, flanked the group, their expressions stern and unyielding. The road was uneven, littered with sharp rocks, and the slaves' bare feet left faint traces of dried blood in their wake.
This didn't feel like a trial. It felt like a march to death.
"Move it, scum!" a soldier barked, his voice rough and impatient. The crack of a whip split the air, and Edge hissed as the lash bit into his skin. He quickened his pace, gritting his teeth against the pain.
"He's new. He'll learn," the old man interjected, his voice trembling but kind.
"Thanks," Edge muttered, though gratitude felt foreign on his tongue.
The journey continued without further incident, and Edge used the time to study his surroundings. They were ascending a rocky mountain trail, the steep incline making every step a struggle for the exhausted slaves. Sparse trees dotted the landscape, their branches clawing at the sky as a cold wind whipped through the air. The slaves' stomachs growled in unison, a haunting chorus of hunger and despair.
When night fell, the soldiers set up camp, herding the slaves into the center for easy surveillance. Edge seized the opportunity to gather information, engaging in hushed conversations with the others. He learned that this was a world without monsters, a place where the strong preyed on the weak. The slaves were being transported to the capital city—some to be sold, others to be thrown into the Colosseum for the entertainment of the masses.
Edge still didn't know the conditions for completing his trial, but one thing was clear: he refused to start his journey as a slave. He needed to escape, and soon. He knew how to dislocate his thumb and slip free of the cuffs, but the real challenge would come after. He needed the right moment to act.
That moment arrived when the camp was attacked.
Under the cover of darkness, a band of thugs descended upon the soldiers. Chaos erupted as the two groups clashed, their shouts and the clang of steel echoing through the night. The thugs were after the soldiers' plunder—heavy wooden chests filled with gold and treasures from a conquered village. The slaves, bound and seemingly harmless, were ignored as the guards focused on repelling the attackers.
Edge seized the opportunity. With a practiced motion, he dislocated his thumb, slipped free of the cuffs, and ducked beneath one of the caravans. The fight raged on, the soldiers' discipline clashing against the thugs' sheer numbers. Though outmatched, the guards fought with relentless determination, slowly turning the tide.
As the battle reached its climax, Edge emerged from his hiding place and bolted for the forest. On his way, he freed a handful of slaves, creating distractions to divide the soldiers' attention if they gave chase. The night swallowed him as he disappeared into the trees, his heart pounding with the thrill of freedom and the promise of what lay ahead.