This chapter elaborated in detail on a concept known as the Attribute Lock.
As Professionals had developed to this day, there naturally existed thods to assess one’s own capability level, divided according to five attributes.
It happened to align exactly with Lance’s panel. It seed that when the panel integrated into this world, it adopted this very system to display his attributes.
For ordinary humans, the upper limit of all basic physical attributes was 10 points.
No matter how one trained or honed their skills, once reaching the mortal limit of 10 points, as long as one had not advanced into a class, conventional training thods could no longer yield any further improvent.
“Troubleso…”
Lance frowned.
He brought up the system panel and checked once more the advancent requirents for [Pale Sentinel].
Constitution Requirent: 12 points.
This clearly required him to break through the racial limit. No wonder it was called a Legacy Class.
Attributes, skills, trials, legacy.
Any one of these four requirents alone was enough to make ordinary people despair, yet this class demanded the full set.
Lance sighed and continued flipping through the pages.
Since the book ntioned Attribute Lock, there must be a thod to break it.
As expected.
The book listed several ways for humans to surpass their limits.
The first was innate talent.
So individuals were born extraordinary, awakening talents that could directly increase their attribute caps. These people were simply favored by fate.
Lance could skip this outright.
He was a pure chanics-based anomaly, without such straightforward nurical boosts.
That left only the second thod.
Taking potions.
In this world, there existed many alchemical potions capable of forcibly elevating an individual’s potential.
The book specifically recorded a type of magical potion that could help humans break through the Constitution Attribute Lock, called “Troll Amber Potion.”
This item originated from the life alchemy branch of the alchemical holy land, Viridia. Its main component was regenerative enzys extracted from forest troll blood.
After consumption, it allowed a human’s Constitution attribute to forcibly break through the Attribute Lock and continue increasing.
Since it broke the rules, its price was naturally astronomical for those who had not advanced into a class.
Lance saw the latest market reference price noted in the margins.
[Troll Amber Potion: Reference Market Price 13 Gold Coins]
Looking at that number, Lance felt his teeth ache.
This was 3 gold coins more than his life goal of saving up to go to Ostera and marry a wife.
One bottle of this potion would not only bankrupt him, but also leave him heavily in debt.
If he followed conventional thods—saving money, buying the potion, then attempting the Legacy Class—
That would probably take until the year of the monkey.
For other Adventurers, faced with such an insurmountable gap, they would likely either obediently save money or simply give up.
But Lance was different.
He was a cheater.
Since the proper route didn’t work, he would have to take a shortcut.
His gaze shifted to the [Biological Research] module on the system panel.
Biological Codex: Demi-human Species · Goblin
Current Research Progress: LV2 (9/50)
According to the ga’s previous chanics:
Once LV2 research level was completed, he would gain the map marking function for that species.
This was equivalent to unlocking a full-map vision cheat. All red-na monsters within a certain range would be marked on the map.
Whether for avoiding danger or targeted elimination, it was a god-tier ability.
But more importantly was LV3.
Lance clearly rembered that once research level LV3 was completed, players could plunder one racial talent from that species.
Although Goblins were weak, as magical creatures, certain of their biological functions were beyond human capability.
Not to ntion Goblins—what if in the future he could research high-Constitution monsters like trolls or ogres?
Within Copper Creek Forest, there were also physique-oriented monsters like Ironhide Boars and Stone-Shell River Crabs, all of which could be included as references.
There was a high probability that by plundering their talents, he could forcibly break through the human Attribute Lock.
This was Lance’s unique third path.
He glanced at his current panel stats.
Constitution: 6
Spirit: 7
Perception: 6
Compared to the requirents of [Pale Sentinel]—12 Constitution, 10 Spirit, and 10 Perception—he was short by a full 14 attribute points.
Especially Constitution, which was still lacking by double.
“First, max out the basic attributes.”
Lance ford a plan in his mind.
Before reaching the 10-point limit, there was no need to consider breaking the Attribute Lock yet.
By then, he would likely have hunted plenty of monsters and obtained enough racial talents to push through.
As for training basic attributes, the book recorded that there were absolutely no shortcuts.
Though the Gods high above the heavens had generously granted all races the right to climb the Stairway to Godhood—allowing them to approach divinity in terms of life level—
All races were still required to undergo arduous and exceptional training before earning the qualification to step onto that path.
Lance turned another page, which contained an illustration of a Red Dragon.
These creatures, born powerful, had their hatchlings undergo a brutal ritual called the Charcoal Consumption Rite shortly after hatching.
Before young dragons could truly breathe that world-incinerating dragon breath, they had to, under parental supervision, swallow scorching and jagged volcanic rock crystals day after day.
They used these hard, burning objects to repeatedly tear and temper their fragile esophagus.
Only through countless cycles of injury and healing would a heat-resistant inner layer form within their bodies, granting them the ability to breathe dragon fire.
Even the naturally powerful Dragon race had to endure such trials—let alone frail humans.
For humans, the only way to beco a Professional was through relentless, monotonous training day after day.
No matter which class path one chose, the minimum threshold was having at least one basic attribute reach the mortal limit—the so-called Attribute Lock.
Those who wished to beco Swordsn had to endure the pain of muscle tearing, swing their swords tens of thousands of tis, and temper their bodies until their strength hit that invisible ceiling.
Those who wished to beco Mages had to endure solitude and stillness, ditating endlessly through the night until their Spirit attribute overflowed.
This was an absolutely fair yet incomparably cruel path.
Whether nobles of royal blood or common street vendors, anyone wishing to walk this path inevitably had to endure hardship.
Thus, it was often heard across the continent that certain duke’s heirs, despite possessing top-tier resources and bloodlines, failed to beco Professionals due to their inherent laziness and inability to endure the pain of training.
Such cases often beca casual gossip among the common folk within their territories.
At the sa ti, this world was never lacking in commoners of humble origin who, through near self-torturing levels of hard training, ultimately ascended step by step and beca legends.
At the end of the book, a single line of small text summarized:
The Gods had already granted the greatest form of fairness in this world—that the sweat of hard work could indeed be transford into the power to change one’s destiny.
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