Max Stats in the Apocalypse

Present-day... Roger was standing before everyone. He ordered them to form a group in a vacant lot and gather everyone, even those who weren't part of the group.

Of course, he was sure that there would be someone who'd question his stand. That's why he was prepared to subordinate them by beating their shits.

Every time they complained about how merciless he was, Roger even scoffed at their notions. Well, in technicality, he wasn't merciless; it was just their first time stumbling upon someone who could beat them out of their comfort zone.

"You are not extorters anymore. You are all my subordinates and will keep the neighborhood safe. And so, if you have any problems with finances, just come see me. But of course, it will be just for the food. Work for me, and you will get an easy life after I establish the proper foundation of my organization."

'Here we are with gathering people to become my people and work for me. It wasn't bad though. I just want things to become organized and this world is much simpler than others.

There were no strong authorities; they were slacking in the smaller parts of the District Wish. Also, I find that even though the world was a bit peaceful for their part, they were easy to manipulate.

Those who were Awakens are prominent within the government. However, since there were not many talents in this district, the government was less strict. That's why gangs exist.

But even though those gangs exist, it seems like they don't cause much havoc. They stand as local units of the government in some ways, and they have their own form of authority.

And so, I am interested in making my own people so that my family will be safe. I still dislike those people who visit my house without me being there. If it happens again, I will surely beat them up.'

Roger already had max stats, but why does he always think of gathering people? Because in reality, even with how powerful he was, he couldn't protect everyone. He is well aware of it.

Roger was just being overcautious and preparing things as his experience tells him that even though matters around him seem easy and peaceful, he must not become lenient.

And with the gathering ending, Roger left them with advice. "Work with your muscles." Was what he said to them, then gave them money to buy some food, just enough for all of them.

He left them with an intimidating aura as well, since he didn't like the money to be used only for their pleasures. And if they try to use the money away from the order, he'll just punish them.

And thus, that's how Roger established his power among the hoodlums of the neighborhood. Even if he wanted to train them, he just doesn't have the resources to do it. He was still preparing things in secret.

Inside Roger's closet were herbs that no one recognized. In the whole week span, he didn't let the time pass by without doing anything productive.

Every night, he goes to a forest kilometers away from town to pick up some herbs.

He was fortunate, though. Even though he wasn't expecting to find some familiar herbs, he knew that spiritual herbs existed in this world, as when he opened his eyes from a coma, he knew that spiritual energy existed in this world. Thus, for that reason, he instinctively called for his status board.

Spiritual energy was the internal energy that murim practitioners gathered and used to perform powerful attacks with martial arts. Murim people are even called martial artists in Kluma, and with it, thinking that he would create his own people, he was preparing to teach them some of his knowledge.

The spiritual herbs he gathered and other herbs were useful for a pill we want to concoct. From the slight alchemy he learned, he wants to produce a power pill that could give them Qi.

Roger took out the herbs in his closet that were preserved in water. And when he was sure that his ingredients were completed, he prepared a cauldron that he bought from an antique shop.

Of course, it cost a lot, but it was an investment he was willing to pay for.

"Now, I need to concoct these pills." A bitter smile came after he mumbled it.

Roger opened his window and, bringing the items, left his room using the window. He then went to an open lot that was away from the neighborhood and started making fire for concocting.

From his knowledge, based on the teaching his master's friend gave him, a fire must be at the exact temperature and a proper procedure must be followed.

First, he heated the water and waited for the exact temperature to put in the other ingredients. And then, he started putting some and removed the impurities with the water still at the prescribed temperature.

After that, he started putting some of his internal energy into the final procedure of the concocting. And then, he continued doing it with the procedure he could remember.

He shook the cauldron many times, and after just a few minutes, nearly an hour, he finished making a pill. It was only a bean-sized pill, but the internal energy it contained was excellent for those who were just beginning to practice Qi meditation.

That was the best way to have a foundation and was the reason why Roger thought of concocting a pill. When he was finally done with one, he continued making them with the remaining ingredients.

After a few hours, the sky was starting to turn orange, a sign that he must return home at this moment. When he was finally done concocting a good number of pills, he gathered and organized his things.

He eventually went back home with the cauldron, ingredients, and pills, and used the same window to enter his room. However, when he was just entering, he was almost taken aback when he saw Kyla standing in front of the window.

Kyla was crinkling her eyebrows and intently glared at Roger. Her eyes even stopped at the cauldron and was confused of it. But what's confuse her more was Roger entering through the window.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked.

"I am here because Luna asked for you to make a video greeting for her. But why are you there, entering the window with some strange pot on your hands."

"This? Don't mind this... I was just playing. That's it." Then he smiled, but no matter how hard he tried to hide the fact, Kyla was suspicious.

"What are you hiding, Roger?"