A Return to the Nightmare

Luna rewarded him with a few materials—mainly magical beast parts related to the ones he had killed—before he focused on his interface.

However, he frowned at the ridiculous amount of attribute points he got.

"Only seven per stat... and that's with my physique doubling them." He rolled his eyes. "That's a drop in the bucket!"

[Those points are just a boost to hasten earthlings' development, but efforts are still required... Why am I even explaining that to someone who can breathe mana and qi? Just become a junkie again and stuff yourself with potions if you're unhappy!]

He shrugged. "Already planned to do so. Anyway, give me a second to reach the next tier."

[You haven't selected your class yet. You know what? I'll give you the one you would have picked, anyway. Don't thank me, and enjoy!]

He rolled his eyes at Luna's last notification. Where was the fun if he couldn't choose?