SUP Chapter 7: Astonishing Wisdom! The Path to Strength!

Acquiring an extraordinary occupation brought a remarkable leap.

Ian truly felt stronger, not just mentally, but his four-dimensional attributes saw tangible boosts.

[Name: Ian Kent]

[Ordinary Occupation: Student LV7 (35/640)]

[Extraordinary Occupation: Berserker LV1 (0/10)]

[World Recognition: Ordinary NPC]

[Strength: 3.5]

[Constitution: 3.0]

[Intelligence: 2.3]

[Mental: 2.7]

[Talent Skill: Bloodforge Fury]

[Occupation Skills: None]

[Occupation Skill Points: 1]

[General Skills: Learning (Elite)]

[General Skill Points: 7]

His panel’s attributes surged, especially strength and constitution, reaching about three times that of an average person.

Strength governed muscle explosiveness, constitution covered resilience and recovery, both affecting reaction speed, while mental reflected willpower and perception.

These were Ian’s insights from his barebones system, lacking the chatty AI others had.

"My abs are stunning." Ian stood before a mirror, shirt off. Previously chubby, he now had defined, not exaggerated, muscles.

Perhaps fat turned to muscle? Unclear, the change was so quick Ian barely felt it.

Cheats, right?

For years, transmigrators knew this vibe.

"I could knock out one Jonathan, maybe 1.5 Jordans with a punch." Ian clenched his fists, muscles rippling with artistic beauty.

Such vanity was a bit smug.

But Ian was thrilled, barely minding the unchanged “Ordinary NPC” status. The extraordinary occupation showed a path to self-salvation.

His current power was minor in this dangerous world, but it was a start, with vast potential ahead.

"Keep going, stay low, don’t get cocky!"

Ian’s self-pep was grounded. Calming his excitement, he checked his new [Berserker] talent skill.

[Bloodforge Fury: Damage taken grants experience based on severity. All negative statuses and injuries build anger. At full anger, strength, constitution, and pain resistance greatly increase. When enduring ≥5 negative statuses or near death, activate “Flesh Wreck” state: all attributes +30%, but sanity and intelligence continuously decline.]

Truly, the power was near game-breaking, especially this core skill, versatile enough to stump both rich and poor.

"Get stronger by getting hurt?"

Ian felt this talent could be a standalone cheat. His system was finally stepping up.

"And a skill tree."

He opened the new option.

A branching tree appeared in his mind, each glowing “fruit” a skill learnable with occupation skill points. Instantly, the LV100 skill caught his eye.

[Furious Immortality: If ≥25 negative statuses exist at death, consume all statuses to revive with full strength, gaining [Bloodbath Rebirth] for doubled attributes.]

Despite a one-day cooldown, this was a resurrection god-tier skill! With it, Ian might not fear being sacrificed.

He could even let himself be sacrificed daily!

"Pity, reaching LV100... easier said than done!" Ian sighed, reluctantly shifting focus. With only LV1, he had three skills to choose from.

[Resonant Remnant: When physically impaired (limbs lost, blindness, organ loss), remaining organs overwork, compensating for lost functions with added strength and constitution.]

[Healing Frenzy: Recover 1% max HP per second, healing all injuries, including fatal ones, but cannot move or attack during recovery.]

[Venomous Gland: Your stomach transforms, converting food into storable poison, applied to attacks when needed.]

All decent skills.

But Ian saw only one real choice. [Resonant Remnant] and [Venomous Gland] sounded grim and didn’t vibe with his approach.

"Learn [Healing Frenzy]!"

Ian decisively chose and learned the skill.

He’d played games and knew percentage-based effects were king. [Healing Frenzy] had limits but could make him whole in 100 seconds, perfect for leveling with [Bloodforge Fury].

For future plans, Ian had ideas.

"I don’t need to seek pain outside. If I hurt myself hard enough, no one else can touch me!" His wisdom was always unorthodox.

So, he pulled a knife from his drawer.

Slash slash slash~

Like cutting paper, Ian “accidentally” sliced a deep gash in his arm.

[HP loss, experience +1]

After a wait, collecting a cup of blood, the system responded. Gaining experience was tougher than expected but acceptable.

"Heal, my body!"

Ian activated the skill, becoming statue-like, immobile. His wound healed visibly. He sensed if interrupted, the healing would stop.

Also, activating the skill brought hunger, a clear cost. For fighters, it might be a weak skill.

But, "Every ‘accident’ is a new round of growth!"

After one test, Ian gave his arm seven or eight more “accidents.” Not wasting a drop, he gulped the blood.

Rusty taste, no issue—nutritious and healthy. Didn’t fitness bloggers rave about low-calorie, high-protein stuff?

[HP loss, experience +1]

The system responded faster.

Pale-faced but elated, Ian was lost in the joy of leveling, unaware of a figure in a red-and-blue cape outside his window, watching with complex emotions.

"Oh, poor Ian." Clark’s expression was heavy.

He hadn’t expected, after saving a factory explosion and returning mid-transformation, to see his youngest son self-harming.

Since Clark restrained his super vision around family, he missed Ian’s physical changes, only seeing the knife on his arm.

"Time to get him on those meds."

Clark’s mood sank. He changed instantly, landing slowly in the empty yard, pondering how to approach Ian without startling him.

Honestly, if Clark had doubted the psychologist before, he now fully believed his son was seriously ill.

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