662 Poor Fools

[Level: 28 (Digitized)]

[Species:Human]

[Class: Rune Engraver]

[HP: 10000>52000 (Regen: 182.7>4940.2 HP/min)]

[MP: 0]

[Strength : 960]

[Agility: 505]

[Constitution: 1000>5200]

[Vitality: 775>4030]

[Intelligence: 273>2184]

[Perception: 571>4568]

[Extrasensory Perception: 252>2016]

[Luck: 43]

[Reference for an adult human jobless level 1: HP:10, stats: 1 .]

These were his new stats after acquiring his Soul Class. Compared to ordinary natives, he was already a total outlier. One had to keep in mind that the young female receptionist in front of him had stats ranging from 1.1 to 7.3... And she was lvl 23.

" 5... 5200 ! " She gasped, blinking with a dumbstruck look on her face as she checked out his Constitution. Thankfully, she had blurted out in a whisper or she wouldn't have been the only one to look so appalled. "H-how is that possible?"