2 OH GOD MY STATS!!

Grant slowly awoke after I deposited him into his new world, looking upon the temple in his surroundings. Said temple was rather dilapidated, but it still held on to its former granduer. Each pillar and tile had runic circles carved into them, glowing softly with misty blue rift energy. Seeing all that there was on the surface, Grant went into his status.

[Name: Grant Maynard] [Age: 19] [Combat Class: Divine Rift Soul Shredder level 1] [Summoning Class: Divine Rift Abyssal Alchemist level 1] [Production Classes: Divine Rift Alchemist, Ascended Rift Blacksmith, Ascended Rift Enchanter, Divine Rift Soulweaver, Grand Imperial Rift Cook, Grand Imperial Rift Tailor]

[Status: <Strength 500000> <Dexterity 500000> <Constitution 350000> <Intelligence 500000> <Wisdom 300000> <Charisma 450000>]

[Skills: <Divine Rift Soul Swordsmanship> <Divine Rift Soul Magic> <Rift Shaping> <Major Ascended Rift True Magic> <Divine Rift Alchemic Summoning> <Divine Rift Alchemic Control> <Class Bestowal, Courtesy Of You Know Who>]

Underneath all of that information was an image that displayed Grant's current appearance. Grant was precisely 6 feet tall and had lightly tanned skin. His irises were a shimmering green while his pupils seemed to contain an endless void that would devour your soul should you stare to deeply. Grant also possessed a well muscled but not overly burly form, with a perfect balance between agility and strength. While this was not Grant's original appearance, his looks were altered by his overwhelmingly high stats such that even a disfiguring injury might look handsome and dignified on his face.

"Waitwaitwaitwait... I start with my Divine class?" Grant spoke with understandable dread.

He was not scared by his current self of course, but by the fact that his advantage would make him unbeatable to literally anyone of the same level. Normally one would start off with a Slave strata class, even in Ascended and Divine Strata rifts the highest starting class would only be Minor Noble. Since his starting class was Divine Strata, Grant had no need to go through class advancements only after he was strong enough to complete them, thus wasting the increased stats from leveling up on a weaker class.

Another surprise was my little gift, as it allowed him to grant others any class up to the royal strata. This little plot-fuckerydevicethatIwillprobablyforgetaboutuntilitisconvenient allows Grant to give a weaker version of his own cheat to others and most likely buy their loyalty. Grant was expectedly shocked at the discovery, thinking about the possiblilities.

'I could probably get a ridiculously powerful subordinate in the long term if I use this properly, but it says it doesn't work on Rift Summons so I need to be careful. I don't want some ingrate to use me and run off with the power. Though I could kill them easily with my beyond superior stats in the end, it would still be a hassle I would like to avoid wasting time on.'

In the matter of stats, Grant could crush Slave and Freeman Strata Rifts with ease despite only being level one. A level one Slave class swordsman would only have 1 or 2 strength compared to Grant's 500k strength, not counting the fact that for every thousand points in one stat it becomes 1% more effective. That meant that one additional point of wisdom for others would be as effective as 300 more wisdom for Grant, and that was his lowest stat.

While on the thought of Rift Level, Grant sensed the energy around him before coming to a conclusion. He was in a Major Slave Strata Inferior Captain Rift, something that he could annihilate with ease. But thinking about what I said, Grant decided to restrain himself and just have fun for a bit and let the bodies pile up. There was a slight problem though.

A summoner could only create and summon minions of the same level or lower than them, and said minions are more expensive the higher the strata. This usually meant that players would use armies of a lower strata to conserve resources as any weaknesses could be righted with training.

Straightening his back, Grant looked down at himself, only just then realizing that all he had was a pair of pants and underwear.