Obtaining an extraordinary class brought about an extraordinary leap.
At this moment, Ian truly felt that he had grown stronger. It was not just a psychological feeling. His four core attributes had all received real, tangible improvements at the same time.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Normal Class: Student Lv.7 (35/640)]
[Extraordinary Class: Berserker Lv.1 (0/10)]
[World Recognition: Ordinary NPC]
[Strength: 3.5]
[Constitution: 3.0]
[Intelligence: 2.3]
[Spirit: 2.7]
[Talent Skill: Blood-Reversal Furnace]
[Class Skills: None]
[Class Skill Points: 1]
[General Skill: Learning (Elite)]
[General Skill Points: 7]
The four core attributes on his personal panel had all improved quite nicely.
Strength and Constitution in particular had directly risen to around three times that of an ordinary person.
Strength mainly affected muscular explosiveness. Constitution affected resistance to damage and recovery speed. Together, the two also influenced reaction speed. Spirit, meanwhile, represented willpower and perceptive ability.
Those were the conclusions Ian had drawn after obtaining the system. There was no helping it. His system was rather bare-bones. It did not have the sweet, overly helpful smart dialogue function that other people's systems seemed to have.
"My abs really do look amazing."
Ian stood in front of the mirror and took off his shirt. His body fat had not been especially low before, but now he had a physique that was not exaggerated, yet clearly defined with visible muscle lines.
Perhaps the fat had been directly converted into muscle?
It was hard to say. All the changes had happened in such a short span of time that Ian had barely had the chance to feel them before they were already over.
That was cheating for you.
For however many years and however many transmigrators, it had always worked like this.
"I feel like I could knock out one Jonathan with a single punch, or one and a half Jordans."
Ian clenched his fist hard. As his muscles tightened and flexed, the beauty of the human body was on full display.
That sort of admiring himself in solitude really was a bit vain.
Still, Ian truly was in an excellent mood. He did not even care that much anymore that the identity in the [World Recognition] section had not changed. Gaining an extraordinary class had let him see a path to saving himself.
Maybe his current strength and abilities were still nothing more than small fry in this absurdly dangerous world, but this was only the beginning. His future could still hold much broader horizons.
"Keep it up. Grow in secret. Don't overplay your hand!"
Ian's self-encouragement was at least grounded in reality. After calming his surging emotions a little, he then looked toward the talent skill that had appeared once he obtained the [Berserker] class.
[Blood-Reversal Furnace: Damage you receive will accumulate experience for you. Every instance of effective damage grants corresponding experience based on the severity of the injury.
All negative states and bodily injuries will allow you to accumulate Rage. When your Rage Value is full, your Strength, Constitution, and pain resistance are all greatly increased.
When you are simultaneously suffering from 5 or more negative states, or are at death's door, you may activate the "Shattered Flesh" state: All attributes +30%, but your reason and Intelligence will continuously decrease.]
It had to be said.
The power brought by an extraordinary class was indeed absurd.
Especially a core class skill like this one. It was so comprehensive that it felt like the kind of mutation neither the rich nor the poor could easily luck into.
"Get stronger by getting hurt?"
Ian even felt that if this talent skill had a different name, it could be used directly as a standalone cheat. For the first time, he truly felt his system was finally pulling its weight.
"And there's also the skill tree."
Ian opened the newly appeared option.
In the next instant, a branching tree-shaped image unfolded in his mind. Each glowing "fruit" on it represented a skill he could learn using class skill points. And almost the moment he opened the skill tree, Ian was drawn to the skill at the very top, the one that could only be learned at Lv.100.
[Rageborn Immortality: Upon death, if you possess 25 or more negative states, consume all states to revive and fully restore your strength, gaining the [Reborn in Blood] effect that doubles all attributes.]
Even with a full day of cooldown, that could absolutely be called a resurrection-tier divine skill.
With that skill, Ian felt he might not need to worry so much anymore about being sacrificed as cannon fodder.
He could even afford to be used once a day as a family power-up ritual!
"What a shame. Getting to level one hundred... that's easier said than done."
Ian sighed and reluctantly pulled his eyes away. Right now, there were only three skills he was actually able to learn.
After all, his class was only level one.
[Crippled Resonance: When your body is partially destroyed, such as limb loss, blindness, or missing internal organs, your remaining organs will operate beyond capacity, compensating for the lost functions while granting additional Strength and Constitution.]
[Regenerative Surge: Recover 1% of your maximum health every second. Can heal all injuries, including fatal wounds, but you cannot move or attack during recovery.]
[Toxic Stomach Sac: Your stomach sac will be modified. The food you consume can be converted into poison and stored. When needed, it can be added to your attacks.]
All three skills were fairly good.
But in Ian's eyes, there was really only one actual choice.
Both [Crippled Resonance] and [Toxic Stomach Sac] sounded a little miserable.
And neither of them matched Ian's preferred way of doing things.
"Learn skill [Regenerative Surge]!"
Ian decisively chose and learned the skill.
He had played a few games in this life, and based on his limited understanding and research, whenever a game gave you a percentage-based effect, you absolutely picked the percentage-based effect.
A skill like [Regenerative Surge] sounded heavily restricted, sure, but being able to come back good as new in one hundred seconds was definitely the best companion skill for leveling up with [Blood-Reversal Furnace].
Ian had his own ideas about future planning.
"I don't like going outside and letting other people abuse me. As long as I abuse myself hard enough, nobody out there gets the chance!"
Ian's wisdom had always been a bit crooked.
And just like that, he pulled a small knife out of his drawer.
Slice, slice, slice.
As casually as cutting paper, Ian carved a fairly deep gash into his own arm.
[Health lost. EXP +1]
He waited for a while.
Ian even ended up collecting a large cup full of blood before the system finally gave him feedback. Honestly, gaining experience this way was more difficult than he had expected, though still within an acceptable range.
"Heal, my body!"
Ian activated the skill. In the next instant, he felt as though he had turned into a statue, unable to move in the slightest, while the injury on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ian could tell that if someone interrupted this rigid state, the healing effect would stop as well.
And on top of that, as the healing ability activated, hunger began to rise in his body. It was clearly some form of skill cost. There were quite a few restrictions. For battle maniacs, it might have been nothing more than a mediocre skill.
But still...
"Every little accident is another round of getting stronger!"
Having completed one successful test, Ian immediately and without hesitation put his arm through the same little accident package seven or eight more times.
And, following the principle that nothing should go to waste, he even gulped down all the blood he had lost.
It tasted a bit like rust, but that was fine. As long as it was nutritious and healthy. Had he not heard those dieting influencers recommend low-calorie, high-protein foods all the time? Stuff like that could absolutely be chugged down directly.
[Health lost. EXP +1]
This time, the system's response came a good deal faster.
Ian, his face looking a little pale, was absolutely delighted.
Unfortunately, so absorbed was he in the joy of leveling up and getting stronger that he failed to notice the man hidden in the darkness outside his bedroom window, wearing a red-and-blue cape suit and staring through the window with a conflicted expression.
"Oh, poor Ian."
Clark looked utterly heartbroken.
He had never expected that after just flying out to deal with an explosion at a chemical plant, before he had even fully landed or changed out of costume, he would come back and catch his youngest son harming himself in his room.
When he was around his family, Clark deliberately restrained his super vision, so he had not noticed the changes in Ian's body.
All he had seen was Ian taking a knife to his own arm.
"It looks like... he really does need to start taking the medicine."
Clark's mood was heavy. He instantly changed clothes and slowly descended into the empty yard below. He began thinking about how he could knock on Ian's door and talk to him without seeming too abrupt.
To be honest, if Clark had still harbored some doubt about the psychiatrist's diagnosis before, now he truly believed his youngest son was absolutely, undeniably unwell.
And not just a little.
(End of Chapter)
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