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What are you saying system? Are you telling me he's been trying to manipulate me this whole time?

Monarch has made several attempts to bring you under his control. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I couldn't stay here. If I did he'd eventually give up on trying to control me, and I didn't know what he would do when he got to that point. Monarch class? That was a new one for me.

I'd need to make some notes on these kinds of things as I learned them. My memory wasn't great so I'd likely forget if I didn't write it down somewhere. I couldn't let this guy manipulate me or the boys. I'd have to try for the Navy base or another shelter soon. I needed to get a few more levels under my belt, and as many stat points as I could manage. 

A hundred, and fifty experience for that near death experience wasn't really worth it. Killing awakened people or animals was way more profitable experience wise. I didn't need the experience though. I needed numbers not experience. Sure the free stat points were nice, but they were largely useless to me.

Sure the skill points were useful, but the small number I got from each level was negligible at best. I'd need a hundred levels to get anything decent. I collected the loose arrows as I waited for the wall to open back up. I tossed boss man's son his quiver, and walked with a limp back into camp. Now that the adrenaline had let up the cuts on my leg, and the damage to my knees was starting to get to me. 

I just had to wait for the seven o'clock healing then I'd be fine. We all knew that rather well. I sat down at a table in one of the repurposed restaurants, and just relaxed there for a while. I was bleeding all over the chair, and it made the chair slick. I could literally feel my vitality stat stopping the bleeding. 

I'd lost nearly sixty percent of my health, and it would only climb one percent an hour. The fact that I was still on my feet, and didn't feel cold meant I'd probably be fine even without any help. I leaned back in my chair, and pulled off the remains of my sweater. Looping it around the cuts on my leg, and tightening it as tight as I could get it to go. It wasn't clean or sanitary in any way, but it would be fine. 

My immune system was strong enough to handle it for now. It only needed to handle it until morning. No one was going to ask me to do much today after the hell I'd been tossed through. A horrible thought occurred to me while I was sitting in that chair mid mental spiral. Could he see my stats? 

I pulled up social media. Looking through the preloads that would come up without internet. I found that people could only look at another person's stats if they gave permission. If permission was granted even once then you'd have to revoke it by using a free stat point. That was both good, and bad at the same time. 

I wouldn't be allowing anyone to see my stats. There were levels of permission. Basic permission was just allowing them to see stats. Advanced permission allowed them to see skills as well. There was actually a plethora of information on the system up on social media by now. 

Not much on five star classes, but that was to be expected. Four star classes were rarer then five star classes, but not by much. They were command classes from the look of it. They generated experience using experience sharing, and offered small bonuses to the people ender their command. The one person who was sharing information about their five star class was a tamer. 

Not a dragon tamer like me, but a beast tamer. He could tame any beast he could physically overpower, and he didn't have a limit like I did. At least he didn't have a limit that he knew of. Currently he had twenty awakened beasts under his command, and depending on the level of loyalty he got an experience bonus for each kill his beasts made. Two of his dogs were at full loyalty, and he got a fifty percent bonus from each of their kills. 

He could also tame animals by earning their loyalty through traditional means. Like taking care of them. Feeding them, and keeping them healthy increased loyalty. If he reached full loyalty the beast would automatically become one of his tamed beasts. If it worked similar for a dragon tamer then I would have quite the boost to look forward to in the future, but physically overpowering a dragon was a daunting task, and finding a hatchling was highly unlikely in the future. This free egg the system had granted me was probably going to be my only dragon for quite some time. 

I rested my head on the table quietly. No one bothered me. Johnny, and Sam came to get me when word got around about what had happened. They took me back to our spot, and helped me into bed. 

I didn't argue for once. I was incredibly tired after almost dying, and vitality was having a hard time keeping up with the blood loss. My health was only increasing by one percent every two hours. I was kind of surprised that someone was willing to be so open about their system, but his level was nearly double my own so he had the strength, and stats needed to back his confidence. Add on the fact that he had the body of a professional football player, and it was obvious why he'd be able to rack up the amount of exercise needed to increase his stats. 

Although he didn't mention that little perk of being a five star class even once. I knew it was a universal trait of the five star classes. That meant he was hiding it just like me. I knew the jealousy normal awakened would feel if they found out that five star classes had such a way to increase their stats. I kept on reading until I was too tired to remain awake anymore.