Max Stats in the Apocalypse

Kyla was looking intently into Roger's eyes, which were awkwardly dodging every gaze of hers. And as Roger slowly went down the window, he placed the cauldron back in his closet.

"You don't need to think about it. I was really just playing." Roger said, trying to ignore the fact that he had been discovered.

"Instead, let's talk about something else. Now that you are here, why don't you help me regain some of my memories?"

Kyla didn't reply. Her face seemed gloomy as he mentioned 'memories' in his notion. And as Kyla felt something that couldn't be explained by mere words, she shook her head.

"Just make a video of you greeting Luna for her birthday. It will suffice, and I'll just forget that I saw you sneaking into your own room."

Roger snickered after it and pulled out the phone Kyla was holding. He then opened the camera and recorded himself greeting Luna of her birthday and when he was done, he gave back the phone.

He sighed then looked again at Kyla's eyes with pitiful and dreamy eyes as if wishing something dear.

"Can you help me, Kyla? I want to remember some of my past. But you are being too distant with me. I can't understand it."

Kyla didn't reply; she just turned her back at him and tried to get out of the room. However, Roger blocked the door and confronted her.

"Did something happen in the past that I can't remember? Why does it seem like you are trying to dodge my questions? Why?"

Kyla was just silent, she then put down her hands and glared at Roger.

"It's better that you don't remember it. Even with you remembering it, you are still useless." Then she made her way aggressively out of the room, leaving Roger dumbfounded.

When Kyla was finally out of the room, Roger sighed in frustration.

"Why does she act like that? There must be something wrong that I couldn't remember..."

After a while, Roger finished eating with his family and then went back to his room and did some homework he had. When he was done, he came back into the concentration of writing something on a piece of paper.

Roger was writing about what to teach the hoodlums. Even just a small amount of knowledge in Qi meditation is enough for them to know. In this way, they can use the power pill properly.

"From the most important topic, how can they know that they are feeling the Qi?" Roger mumbled as he wrote down all of the basic information about Qi mediation.

Qi mediation is a dangerous act, of course. Those who were just starting out had to tell their master when they first felt the Qi, pushing it to their dantians to let them know what it felt like.

When they finally discover what Qi feels like, entering concentration in meditation necessitates a suitable seat. First of all, there must not be too much distraction. If they were well concentrated on mediating Qi, they might have caused the Qi they were gathering to run amok in their dantian.

Qi mediation is gathering and stabilizing the Qi and so it becomes their inner energy that can help them in any matter.

Then, after some basic information about Qi mediation, Roger wrote down other information such as using the power pill.

A power pill like what Roger produced is a resource to easily take inner or internal energy for cultivation, which is just the other term for gathering Qi to dantians.

A power pill can give them years' worth of Qi that can help them with their Qi meditation. When their inner energy finally has the worth of cultivation, they can use this inner energy to strengthen their body or form a powerful attack from Qi, such as swords made of Qi.

Then, when Roger was finally over with listing all the important matters, he folded the paper and hid it in his drawer.

He sighed. "This feels unreal. Why does cultivation work in this world? Even with the little amount of energy, it could be fixed using array formations, even with the slight knowledge I had."

The next day, Roger was walking his way to the school when he was suddenly blocked by the hoodlums for whom he was catering. However, there was something different about them; they all looked worried.

"Number one, what's wrong? Why do all of you look gloomy?" Roger asked.

At first, Number one was hesitant of saying it, but when Roger glared at him with some intention, he immediately said his worries.

"The neighborhood next to ours is connected with some gangsters. We were afraid that we might die from them if we fight."

"Why? Did they threaten you? I can wipe them out in one night, just you know."

"What? Don't be too hasty, boss. We know that you are strong, but we are talking about gangs. They might start a riot in our city. If that happens, we can't protect all the people." Number one remarked in a worried tone.

His face was even sweating in an obvious manner. As nervous as he was, he just couldn't help but pant in between his words.

However, Roger simply smiled. "So you are now absorbing your position? You are even calling me boss right now."

Number one suddenly became static and frozen. His facial expression changed that he was trying to hide something as if he just slip his tongue.

"Well, don't worry about it. I was determined to make you my people. You don't have a place to stay, right? I will provide you with one." Roger confidently declared.

"Boss, you are being overconfident. These people are still gangsters while we are just wannabes. How can we face them?"

"Didn't I say that I could beat them? Don't worry, I will take care of them. And also, I wasn't actually thinking that they were a threat to me. I just wanted you to prepare since we were going to straighten the ways of the uncivil people here."

After it, a smile came after his words that eventually makes his people more worried. Roger seems to be unrealistic. He is still a highschooler, and even he was an Awaken, he can't stand a chance against a gang.

That was all of their worries that tend to linger in their minds and make their hearts beat fast. But, Roger knows it, thus making him laugh at them.

"Are you afraid because you are all weak? Don't worry, I will teach you how to fight," he declared. But they didn't believe him. Instead, they just showed their doubtful eyes to Roger.

"Hey! Why are you so suspicious of me? I said that I will manage you guys.. What you just need to do is to protect everyone and live straight ways."