After a moment of contemplation, I decided to allocate the newly acquired Skill Point to break my limit.
The reason was simple, since I was about to face a fierce battle, naturally, I wanted to invest in something that would quickly increase my combat strength.
Breaking the limit affected two Transcendent attributes, ‘Huge Strength’ and ‘Iron Skin’, and after allocating the point, both of these Transcendent attributes should advance to lv2.
As I allocated the point, instantly, my limit break increased from 25% to 35%.
Suddenly, it was as if I could hear the sound of glass shattering, akin to the noise of a key turning in a lock; Rein only felt a kind of ‘shackle’ deep within him ‘click’, and in an instant, it was unlocked.
This feeling was so peculiar!
It was as if Rein had always been dancing with shackles on, and now, all of a sudden, the shackles were removed.
Every cell in his body was cheering!
“No wonder the 30% limit is a hurdle; it seems that once it’s surpassed, some sort of shackle within the body is unlocked.”
“Now, I suppose I’ve entered the ranks of a seasoned knight!” Rein murmured to himself.
Before Rein had the chance to deeply sense this change, the two Transcendent attributes that were associated with him also broke through to lv2.
[Transcendent Attribute: Huge Strength lv2 (Active)]
Huge Strength lv2 effect: Strength significantly increases.
(Note: The Transcendent attribute Huge Strength’s enhancement of the host’s strength is positively correlated with the limit break percentage. The higher the degree of limit break, the greater the increase in strength.)
(Note: To advance to the next level, a limit break of 60% or higher is required.)
[Transcendent Attribute: Iron Skin lv2 (Passive)]
Iron Skin lv2 effect: The body automatically absorbs stray metal elements, significantly strengthening skin defense.
(Note: The enhancement of Iron Skin to defensive power is positively correlated with spiritual power and limit break percentage. The higher the spirit and limit break percentage, the stronger the absorption capacity and the greater the enhancement.)
(Note: To advance to the next level, a limit break of 60% or above and a spiritual power of 18 points or more are required.)
(Note: Transcendent attributes cannot be directly enhanced with Skill Points.)
As expected, both Transcendent attributes advanced to lv2, and they even provided the requirements for the next level.
To reach the next level of the ‘Huge Strength’ Transcendent attribute, a limit break of over 60% was necessary, while the ‘Iron Skin’ attribute had even more stringent requirements, needing a spiritual power of over 18 points.
Suddenly, Rein shifted his gaze away from the Knight (Transcendent) panel, looking towards the spire of the approaching town church, his confidence redoubled!
Ten minutes earlier.
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Flashgold Town Church.
The church of the Monsoon and Ocean Goddess, just like many others, featured classic stained glass windows and a slender, tapering architectural style.
In addition, at the very top of the church, there was a gilded statue of the small Monsoon and Ocean Goddess.
It happened to be Sunday, so at this time, the church was packed with Flashgold Town residents worshipping the Monsoon and Ocean Goddess.
The arduous day-to-day labor and occasional disasters led to a world with far more believers than in Rein’s previous life, and significantly more devout ones at that.
At this time, over a hundred men and women from the town, both old and young, were earnestly praying to the statue of the goddess holding a conch shell, led by a white-haired priest named Thomason.
However, in the spacious hall of the church, instead of Priest Thomason, a black-robed monk was loudly chanting some sort of incantation; seven or eight burly men dressed as mercenaries, armed to the teeth, guarded the surroundings with eagle eyes.
Besides them, there appeared to be another black-robed monk in a dark hood, head bowed, hands in sleeves, standing in a corner of the hall, silent as stone.
And below, silent as death, were the hundred or so Flashgold Town residents who had been attending the service.
In front of them lay the corpses of a few who had resisted, their bright red blood staining the solemn and sacred church.
As the black-robed monk continued chanting the incantation, the black bone wand in front of him began to emit strands of eerie black thread-like substances from its crystal top, slowly filling the room.
The residents of Flashgold Town who came into contact with it soon fell to the ground, trembling all over!
This sight filled everyone with even more dread, trembling uncontrollably. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to resist; it’s just that resistance meant immediate death, and dying later was always better than dying sooner.
Among the trembling crowd was a man with thick eyebrows.
He had never imagined that, on this Sunday, right after finishing his page training, his mother would urge him to attend the weekly church service, seeking the goddess’s blessing for success in the habbs manor guard examination.
Instead, less than half an hour into the service, a group of fierce-looking mercenaries stormed in, and Priest Thomason presiding over the service was immediately lying in a pool of blood.
Right after, the church’s main doors were locked, trapping all the town’s residents inside.
At first, the man with thick eyebrows thought it was a robbery by some gang of bandits, and considering his family’s wealth, he wasn’t too worried.
But as the robed figure began to chant the eerie incantations, he made the connection to a cultist ritual sacrifice, and instantly, he turned pale!
Cultists were known for taking lives without a second thought!
‘Pseudo rich kids’ have one advantage at least: being well-informed. He knew what the other party was up to, or, in other words, under the current circumstances, the man with thick eyebrows knew exactly why he might die.
Unlike the ordinary town residents who, perhaps up to the very moment of death, would not understand why they were dying.
The man with thick eyebrows considered resisting; he always believed that with his swordsmanship, he could take on ordinary thugs with no issue.