Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 159 - : TOYING WITH THE ENEMY I

Level: 75 (9,172,937 / 9,200,000 EXP)

Health: 140,000

Strength: 678 (+339)

Speed: 583 (+291)

Stamina: 749

Intelligence: 427

Constitution: 703

Divinity: 203

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talent:

EX Rank – 100% Dodge Rate

EX Rank – God of Wealth

[You're the embodiment of wealth and can disdain being poor.]

Abilities:

Profiteer: You can never lose in a deal or bargain. Loots from monsters are doubled in quantity or price randomly. When making deals, selling products, or making exchanges, you receive twice the agreed amount.

Discount: When purchasing anything, you get a 50% discount.

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Wealth for Power: You gain experience from making profits or acquiring coins, assets, or anything of value (except monster loot). You can gain attribute points by spending money.

Haggling and Negotiating: You can greatly convince others to sell anything to you at a favorable price.

EX Rank – 100% Absolute Dodge Rate

S Rank – Talent Share

[The user can share their talent with up to five individuals. Shared talents can be utilized by all parties involved.]

EX Rank Talent – 100% Hit Rate

[Due to manifesting your will, your talent evolved from SSS-Rank Sharpshooter to EX-Rank: 100% Hit Rate. Your attacks now have a 100% chance of hitting. Dodging is impossible.]

Concept: DEATH

Awakened after being triggered by the Concept Sword. It disdains all other concepts and stands above them, revealing only a fraction of its true power.

Abilities:

Death Immunity: As an anomaly of the universe, the user transcends death. Upon dying, the user is reborn through transmigration, resurrection, reincarnation, or regression, depending solely on luck.

Death Awakening: Upon death, the user gains a talent at random. The minimum rank of acquired talent is SSS.

Talent Replication: You can utilize this talent in the real world before the game's reality merger. All your abilities and skills are replicated as a concept.

Devour: All who die lose their potential and abilities to Death. DEATH devours the bloodlines and talents of all those who perish. You gain their skills, bloodlines, and talents and can grant them to others—or reclaim them at will.

Limitless Will: Your will grows infinitely and passively under Concept: DEATH. You can also devour the manifested will of defeated foes.

Bloodlines:

Primordial Dragon Bloodline

Primordial Sea Dragon Bloodline

"Hmm," Greg muttered to himself. "Maybe that's why I could get Kyle's talent... because I killed him in real life. So if I permanently kill someone who has a talent, I can plunder it? Interesting. Though... it took a week to digest it. Not the talent's fault, Kyle was a big bone to chew."

Finishing his thoughts, Greg finally turned toward the fuming Ygrit, who remained deathly silent.

"Oh, you," Greg said, feigning sudden realization. "Sorry, I don't give money to beggars. Go work for your own cash," he added, waving his hand dismissively as if shooing away a stray animal.

"You! You bastard!" Ygrit roared, veins bulging from his small forehead. His fury ignited, Ygrit charged at Greg, his body trembling with rage.

Greg merely smiled, happy to have found a decent punching bag—especially one at Level 100.

Without even raising a finger, Greg materialized arrows from thin air, just like Kyle had once done, and lazily willed them to shoot toward Ygrit.

Seeing the arrows approaching, Ygrit sidestepped to dodge. To his astonishment, the arrows twisted midair unnaturally, homing in and piercing him cleanly.

"You—!" Ygrit sputtered, even more furious now. The image of his small, childlike frame raging wildly almost made the scene comical.

Ygrit lunged at Greg, swinging and attacking wildly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't land a single hit.

"Come on," Greg said lazily, tilting his head. "I don't really want to hit a kid, you know. Kinda against the law or something."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Ygrit screamed, each word punctuated by another failed attack, his frustration growing to a fever pitch.

Greg watched calmly, the cocky smirk never leaving his face, as Ygrit's furious but futile attacks continued. It was almost pitiful.

"You know," Greg said casually, dodging yet another blow, "if you were taller, maybe this would actually be fun. As it stands... you can't even reach my waist."

Without warning, Greg flicked his leg upward in a sharp kick, striking Ygrit square on the chin. The small demon was launched through the air like a catapulted doll, soaring helplessly across the field.