A Vampire Lord awoke from his Eternal Sleep plagued with visions from another world. When he broke free from his coffin, he was met with two beautiful ladies who took shelter from the rain. Before he could drain them of their blood and refocus on important things, one of them spoke up. “You have a heart.” she claimed. “You need to get your eyes checked by a doctor.” He snorted. Wait. What the heck is an ophthalmologist—?
The answer to my question on how to defeat the gods was simple—level up.
And by that I meant using the very System that was given to me to grow stronger.
"I'm currently a Level 88 Vampire… the room for growth is there, but the only question is whether… no, I'm positive that one can be higher-leveled. I wasn't able to read Belle's profile, and so that means she's more powerful."
Name: Cassius Blackwell
Race: Vampire
Level: 88
Strength: 100
Dexterity: 100
Constitution: 100
Intelligence: 90
Wisdom: 85
Charisma: 90
I said that and stared at my statistics and then slapped a hand over my face. "I say that, but how long must I struggle to increase stats? Do I need to carry the weight of an entire mountain on my shoulders to increase strength? Read countless books at the Archives to increase intelligence?"
That seemed like a slow method.