[Na] Mother Tree
[Rank] 1
Description:
An ancient seed, as old as the known gods themselves, once rooted at the edge of the void and beca a pillar for many races across generations.
Nourished by the pure energy of existence, a special fruit grows daily on its branches. Eating this fruit grants 3 free stat points.
To grow the seed into a tree, it must be buried in soil together with crystals totaling 1000 energy. Afterward, it requires daily fertilization with crystals totaling 30 energy to remain active and bear fruit.
"This is a cheat item now." Adyr exhaled sharply as he saw the free stat gain had increased to a full 3.
A Rank 2 practitioner had a total of 15 talent slots. If soone managed to fill every slot and level each talent to 3—considering that a talent grants 1 stat point at level 1, an additional 10 at level 2, and another 20 at level 3—they would receive 31 stat points per talent, totaling 465 stat points at peak.
With this single treasure, Adyr could simply do nothing for 155 days and still gain enough free stats to match a pinnacle Rank 2 practitioner.
"Okay, enough with the hype. I should focus back on improving my talents," he chuckled, pulling himself away from the intoxicating rush of power before it dulled his edge.
While his body in Draven Mansion returned to sword practice, his Earth body resud the process of pushing the remaining talents to level 3.
Upgrading the remaining [Throwing (Lv2)] and [Trapper (Lv2)] didn’t take much ti. After selecting the appropriate simulations for both, he managed to push them to level 3 within just a few hours.
Now, aside from the Genesis talents, all of his other talents had reached level 3.
He opened his character panel and took a mont to review his current state.
[Na]: Adyr
[Race]: Twilight Human
[Path]: Primora
[Evolution Step]: 2
[Physique]: 50
[Will]: 55
[Resilience]: 34
[Sense]: 55
[Energy]: 50 / 494
[Registered Talents]: 15/15
[Observer(Lv3)], [Tracking(Lv3)], [Throwing(Lv3)], [Cooking(Lv3)], [Linguistic(Lv3)], [Tactician(Lv3)], [Stealth(Lv3)], [Trapper(Lv3)], [Butchering(Lv3)], [Scouting(Lv3)], [Surgery(Lv3)], [Reader(Lv3)], [Masonry(Lv3)], [Sword Art of Existence(Lv1)], [Maleficent Architect (Lv1)]
[Sparks]: 10/10
[Sanctuary]: Twilight Land
[Free Stat Points]: 301
"My total stat points have already reached 495," Adyr murmured after a brief analysis. That was roughly the average for a pinnacle Rank 2 practitioner.
His Genesis talents were still at level 1, and leveling them up was far more difficult—but even in their current state, each provided 20 stat points, so he wasn’t exactly falling behind.
After staring at his accumulated 301 unallocated points for a while, he finally decided to spend a portion of them.
To strengthen his foundation for evolving the Genesis talents, and to ensure he was prepared for any unforeseen ergencies, he distributed 251 points strategically according to his current needs.
[Physique]: 50 → 100
[Will]: 55 → 155
[Resilience]: 34 → 85
[Sense]: 55 → 105
[Energy]: 50 / 494 → 50 / 745
The mont the massive influx of stats surged through him, Adyr’s entire body trembled. His mind quivered with a flash of exhilaration, overwheld by the sudden spike in power.
He could feel the changes ripple through him in waves. Muscles tightened and expanded with newfound density, joints aligned with unnatural precision, and even his bones felt reinforced—stronger, denser, and lighter.
Every fiber of his body reacted like it had been fine-tuned for efficiency and force, responding to his thoughts faster and sharper. A subtle hum of strength now resonated beneath his skin.
But the shift didn’t stop there.
His senses sharpened. Sounds layered more distinctly. Colors deepened in hue. His awareness stretched further than before, making the world feel both closer and clearer. Thoughts connected faster, more fluidly, as if ntal fog had been lifted. Even his instincts—once buried under cold calculation—felt more imdiate, more reliable.
"It’s going to take so ti to get used to this," he muttered, suppressing the wave of foreign sensations.
For a brief mont, he felt like sothing deeper was being reconstructed—not just his body, but his mind, his perspective, the very lens through which he interacted with the world.
After taking a few steadying breaths to regain control, he glanced at his panel again. Only 50 unallocated stat points remained.
Most of his investnt had gone into [Will], a deliberate choice. It would grant him extra perks for evolving his swordplay talent.
And to maintain a more balanced build, he distributed the remaining points evenly across his other stats.
While he was satisfied with his progress and debating which talent to level up to 4 first, developnts he was unaware of had begun unfolding back on Earth.
—
Shelter City 9 – Orphanage Building
Two figures moved gracefully through the sterile corridors, their voices lifted in lighthearted conversation.
The younger of the two had long black hair tied into a neat ponytail, her one-piece blue dress perfectly matching the vivid color of her eyes. Her beauty was warm and natural, enhanced by the constant smile brightening her face.
Walking beside her was a woman who looked strikingly similar, slightly older, with a calm confidence in her step. A jacket draped over her shoulders, one sleeve hanging loose to conceal the arm she no longer had.
"Too bad Brother’s busy. I was hoping he would join barbecue day this ti," Niva said with a soft chuckle, though a trace of disappointnt lingered beneath her smile.
Marielle sighed quietly. "He’s always busy lately. He couldn’t even sit down for breakfast this morning."
Adyr had slipped out early, leaving behind only a short note. Neither of them said it aloud, but it weighed on them. Today wasn’t just any day—it was barbecue day at the orphanage, a special event that only ca around every two months.
The fact that he’d miss it stung, even if he’d never actually attended one before. His last visit to the orphanage with them had been over two years ago. It almost felt intentional, like he was deliberately avoiding places like this.
"Being a third-generation mutant is one thing," Marielle murmured as they walked slowly down the hallway, "but helping uncover an entirely new world? I still don’t know how he ended up in sothing like that."
As a mother, a quiet worry always lingered at the back of her mind. Adyr shared stories of the other world with them every day, retelling bits of his adventures like they were nothing more than casual anecdotes.
While Niva, young and raised on fantasy books, took it all in stride, Marielle couldn’t help but read between the lines. She was more grounded, more logical—and though she rarely voiced it, the danger behind her son’s words haunted her thoughts.
Noticing her mother’s silence, Niva let out a bright, carefree laugh. "Why do you worry so much? He was always the odd one in the family. He was either going to beco an astronaut exploring other planets or this," she said casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
As a little sister with no father figure around, she had always looked up to him. Anything less than sothing extraordinary just wouldn’t have felt right for her brother.
"You’re right, I guess." Marielle couldn’t help but laugh too, finally giving in.
As the two chatted and laughed their way toward the large dining hall at the end of the corridor, sothing imdiately felt off.
"Isn’t it... too quiet?" Niva was the first to say it out loud, her voice dropping slightly.
"Maybe they haven’t arrived yet?" Marielle offered, though even she felt a strange unease settle in her chest.
She pushed the door open with one arm to take a look inside, only for a deep frown to spread across her face.
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