Devils Descent

Alex opened his system window, the glowing holographic display floating before him as he scanned his current stats :

[Stats]

Strength: 60

Agility: 50 [+5] [+10]

Intelligence: 40

Vitality: 45

[Stat Points Available: 60]

[Powerstones: 9]

He smirked, his finger hovering over the agility stat:

"If I'm going to outmaneuver that oversized turkey king, I'll need to be faster than ever."

With a decisive tap, he allocated 40 stat points into agility, effectively doubling it.

Instantly, a surge of energy rippled through his body. His muscles tightened and refined, their density shifting.

They didn't grow bulkier—if anything, his frame seemed leaner, more streamlined, like a runner honed for speed.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the new power coursing through him.

It wasn't just strength—his entire body felt lighter, almost weightless.