Attributeless
Ray slumped his shoulders on the comfortable sofa, a satisfied expression on his face as he stared ahead, not at the TV, but at the red panel in front of him.
"Half a million mutation energy, huh."
He was naturally pleased with this terrifying amount of mutation energy coursing through his body.
"A level three undead only gives me a hundred thousand mutation energy, huh..." Ray thought, frowning.
He had already killed two level four undead, and the rest of the mutation energy came from his absolute slaughter of the undead, with some previously accumulated from when he punched the sky.
All he could think was that his power might have already reached an unfathomable level of strength.
Although that level three undead bee did present him with a slight challenge, it was nothing. Even without using any skills, the level three undead bee would have been a bit difficult to deal with, but ultimately not a problem at all.