Zion More Stronger

After completing the mission and absorbing the energy from the glowing orb, Zion felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. The thrill of victory pulsed in his veins as he made his way out of the warehouse, the shadows seeming less daunting now. He had proven himself capable, and the weight of his accomplishments buoyed his spirits.

As he stepped out into the cool evening air, he took a moment to breathe in the freshness, allowing the gentle breeze to wash away the remnants of tension from the confrontation. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a comforting reminder of home, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose as he headed back to his apartment.

The ride home was brisk, with the streets of Zanica bustling with life. He mounted his bike, feeling the familiar thrill of speed as he pedaled through the winding roads. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating the path ahead.

Arriving at his apartment building, Zion locked up his bike and made his way inside. The lobby was quiet, the faint sound of a distant clock ticking echoing in the stillness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Each step reminded him of the journey he had undertaken, the battles he had fought, and the progress he had made.

Once inside, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, allowing the comforting silence of his apartment to envelop him. He flicked on the light, illuminating the space filled with his belongings—a blend of comfort and practicality.

Zion moved to the small kitchen area, pouring himself a glass of water as he reflected on the day's events. The thrill of the fight still lingered, and he felt the familiar call of the system tugging at the back of his mind.

"Time to check in," he murmured to himself, placing the glass down and summoning the system interface. The green screen flickered to life, presenting him with his current status and the options now available at level 30.

The day had been long, but it had brought him closer to the phantom he aspired to be. With a smile on his face and a sense of purpose guiding him, Zion prepared for the next chapter of his adventure.

Zion stood before the glowing screen of the system, taking a moment to absorb the information displayed. His character sheet reflected the growth he had achieved through his battles and missions, each statistic a testament to the path he had forged.

[NAME: ZION YUU]

[LEVEL: 30]

[EXP: 149,000/400,000]

[STR: 20]

[DEX: 49]

[INT: 25]

[AGI: 79]

[LUK: ?]

[POIN STAT: 15]

The realization of having 15 stat points to allocate filled him with excitement. He contemplated where to invest these points, each choice shaping his future battles and abilities.

Strength (STR): While he had some physical power, he didn't primarily rely on brute force.

Dexterity (DEX): His dexterity was decent, contributing to his precision and ranged attacks.

Intelligence (INT): He had a fair amount of intelligence, useful for strategic thinking and skills.

Agility (AGI): This was his strongest attribute, enhancing his speed and evasiveness.

Luck (LUK): The unknown factor—Zion wondered how much luck played into his encounters and decisions.

After a few moments of deep thought, he leaned toward bolstering his agility further, making him even more elusive in battle. However, enhancing his dexterity could also improve his ranged attacks and overall precision, which was appealing.

"Let's see… should I max out my agility, or boost my dexterity?" he mused aloud, tapping a finger against his chin.

With a determined look, he decided to invest 10 points into AGI, bringing it to 89, and allocate the remaining 5 points to DEX, raising it to 54.

"Perfect! This should make me a force to be reckoned with," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he confirmed the changes.

[NEW STATS:]

[AGI: 89]

[DEX: 54]

With his character now even more formidable, Zion felt a surge of confidence. The night was still young, and he was eager to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Zion marveled at his newly updated stats, the system chimed in once more, its voice resonating with a sense of urgency.

"Potential Skill Unlock Available! Please choose a skill to unlock."

Zion's heart raced at the prospect. Skills were crucial for any phantom, granting him unique abilities that could turn the tide of battle. He focused, ready to examine his options as the system displayed several potential skills before him.

Shadow Step: Teleport short distances within shadows, allowing for quick escapes or surprise attacks.Eagle Eye: Enhance precision with ranged weapons, significantly increasing critical hit chance.Phantom Strike: A swift melee attack that deals additional damage and has a chance to stun the target.Spectral Shield: Create a temporary shield that absorbs damage for a limited time.

Each skill had its own merits, and Zion weighed them carefully. The potential to teleport was tantalizing, but enhancing his precision with ranged weapons would make him even deadlier from afar. The melee option promised to augment his close combat capabilities, while the shield could provide crucial defense during tough encounters.

After considering the advantages, Zion made his decision.

"I think I'll go with Shadow Step. Being able to teleport in battle could really give me the upper hand," he declared confidently.

"Skill Unlocked: Shadow Step!" The system announced, a wave of energy washing over him as he felt the knowledge of the skill embed itself within his mind.

Zion smiled, feeling a sense of empowerment swell within him. He could almost visualize the technique, the way he could meld with the shadows and reappear just behind his enemies.

he suddenly remembered the strong SSR katana resting in his inventory—a gift from the system that had been waiting for the right moment to be wielded.

He quickly accessed his inventory, and there it was, glimmering with an ethereal light:

[ITEM: SSR Katana]

Description: A blade of unparalleled craftsmanship, forged from celestial materials. Grants +20 to STR and +15 to AGI. Increases critical hit chance and has a chance to deal additional damage on hit.

The excitement bubbled within him as he admired the katana's sleek design and formidable stats. It was everything he had ever wanted in a weapon and more. With a surge of anticipation, he equipped the katana, feeling its weight settle comfortably in his grip.

"This is what I'm talking about!" Zion said, twirling the katana with ease, testing its balance. The blade sang softly as it sliced through the air, a perfect extension of his will. He felt a powerful connection to the weapon, one that heightened his resolve.

With the katana now in his possession, he could sense that his combat abilities had reached a new level. Each swing would not only be deadly but also infused with a deeper elegance that matched his fighting style.

He sank onto his bed, the soft mattress enveloping him like a warm embrace. With a contented sigh, he ran a hand over the sleek katana resting beside him, the blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. It was a comforting presence, a reminder of his strength and the path he was forging.

As he lay back against the pillows, Zion closed his eyes, allowing the tension to ease from his muscles. The memories of the evening replayed in his mind—the thrill of battle, the exhilaration of unlocking new skills, and the promise of adventures yet to come.

Yet, he knew that rest was essential. Even the strongest phantoms needed to recharge. He focused on his breathing, allowing the rhythm to calm his racing heart.

"Tomorrow," he whispered to himself, "I'll dive deeper into this world."

With the comforting thought of new challenges on the horizon, Zion drifted into a peaceful slumber, his dreams filled with visions of battles fought, shadows danced, and the potential of his new skills waiting to be unlocked.