Max Stats in the Apocalypse

The next day, Roger went to the Green Falcons and met Kaspher. And thinking highly of Kaspher's network, he gave him a task to work on.

"Learn about stronger people that exceed S Rankers. I heard things from my father, and I am thinking of setting things on my accordance."

Roger had come to realize that living a low-key life wouldn't work here. It seems like he is fated to stand above, just like in Kluma.

"What a tiring life," Roger mumbled, then left Kaspher's room, leaving Kaspher dumbfounded.

"Why did he come here just to order me about that? He can just call me over the phone." He mumbled, but afterward, he realized something. "Not unless he thinks that people can hear us over the phone. What had he done? Did he make enemies again?"

Roger went straight to the gym of the Green Falcons to see how much they were doing. And to his observation, they were training harder than before. It must be that Kaspher had announced that they would be going to attack the Red Bulls.

Well, it must be done early to give them less time to prepare. Of course, some of them might be thinking of strengthening their territory for unexpected attacks.

"Scar, how is the surveillance?" Roger asked Scar, who was standing on one side.

When Scar noticed Roger, he immediately lowered his head and greeted him.

"It was going well. Mr. K had already warned us about surveilling the warehouse. We did notice that they were fortifying their warehouse, but not to the point where we wouldn't be able to get past their defenses." Scar said.

"And how can you be so sure?"

"It is because their numbers are going down. Apparently, some of them were just there because of Mighty, and now that he is gone, they were thinking of getting away from responsibilities."

"Why? Were they not infuriated by his death? I mean, won't they try to at least take revenge so that his death won't be in vain."

Scar only scoffed, but just after a second, he made his stance firm and responded to Roger. "It is because they don't have the power. There is a reason why they weren't able to trample the Green Falcons, even though they had Mighty. It is because of our network that knows how to negate them."

Roger contemplated and took the words into consideration. "Green Falcons... I see. Your name does really live up to your name. You scout before you attack, while the Red Bulls bash without thinking much about their activities."

"Well, it was only because of Mighty. Since he is gone, their confidence has decreased and only those who seem to be patriotic to their gang remained." Scar continued.

"I understand. After all, human relationships have connections with benefits. Since they have less benefit and less advantage in the upcoming war, they won't take the risk of losing everything." Roger said.

Then, he continued as he remembered the corporation the Red Bulls have. "How about the businesses they have? How will you manage it if you take over their territory?"

"That plan, only Mr. K knows it. I apologize if I can't answer it." Scar lowered his head, which made Roger just sway his hands to dismiss it.

"I forgot to ask him about that," he mumbled, then turned his back.

"I will be going now. Continue what you are doing. I will check some things."

Scar gave another bow to Roger as he disappeared from his sight. And as Roger finally left, every gang member flocked to Scar.

"Hey, Sir Scar. What's the demon's mood? Is he well? I heard that a gunman attacked his family. Was it true that he was the reason why Red Bull's boss died?"

Scar only ignored them and walked away from them, making them grumble in dispirit.

***

"So... how is your progress?" Roger asked Kyla while on her break from cultivating.

"Well, I am doing pretty well. I think I had reached the Apprentice Second Level. Just one more level to reach the Practitioner Phase." Kyla replied.

"I see... I am thinking of teaching you some martial arts that could be used in that cultivation."

When Kyla heard it, she immediately stood up from her seat and approached Roger with a beaming face. She was so excited that she wanted to learn it immediately.

And just as Roger noticed how she was overjoyed by it, he only shook his head and then smiled.

"This martial art is something called Firm Hand. It is only a movement of hands, but in a way that can easily slip through their defense. It is an offensive attack, and depending on your mastery, the effects of the martial art increase."

"Hmmm... Then where did you learn any of those?"

"Why are you starting to doubt me? What did I do wrong?" Roger asked.

"Well, if you don't know, dad and uncle Donald are suspecting the source of your knowledge. You still haven't mentioned it to me as well, so I wasn't able to tell Dad about it."

Roger let out a sigh and then faced Kyla with a serious face. "So you're exposing me to Dad your way now? Is this how you'll pay me?" Roger said.

When Kyla heard it, she reacted aggressively, widening her eyes and retracting in a flustered manner. It was as if she was exaggerating her reaction on purpose.

"Wow... just wow, Roger. You are going to say that as if you gave much to me." She said, but continued, "I can't deny that you taught me important things, but still, you are computing your help as if it was a debt to be paid."

Roger just snickered at Kyla's words that almost made him remember his past life in Kluma. He could see his daughter from Kyla, but knowing that it is just a similarity, he should not think much of it since it won't even benefit him.

'Hah... what am I even thinking?' Roger said to himself and just tried to shake off the idea in his mind. Then, he went back to attending to Kyla.

"I was just joking. Come on, I will start teaching you about it."

***

Another day of school, Roger was walking on his way to the school when suddenly, the beep of a car resounded behind his track. The car slowed down along his track, and a window in the passenger's seat opened.

"Hello, Senior. Would you mind if I gave you a ride?" A voice loomed inside the car, and it was Luna Sylvester.

Roger just smiled and said, "Nah, I'm good."

He instantly declined the offer, but not expecting that Luna would be persistent, she offered once more.

"Come on, it is not like you are not friends with my brother." And just hearing it, Roger took a pause and thought about it. He then had an idea and smirked and returned an eye to Luna.

"You know what, I kind of wanted to arrive at school earlier than usual. Thanks for the offer." Roger then went to the other door of the car and opened it, entering without any other worries.

Luna was sitting on the left, and Roger was now on the right. Just when he entered, the atmosphere became silent.

The chill of the aircon touches his skin as if it were a cold breeze from the north pole. And just as Roger was curious about it, he asked to at least lessen the heaviness of the wind.

"Hey, why is your aircon that cold?"

For some reason, Luna flinched. She became shy when Roger finally rode in her car. But not making it obvious, she naturally raised her eyebrow and faced Roger.

"Hm? What do you mean? It is always like that since my family specializes in ice. At least for me, I should be used to coldness, so by the time I awaken, I will be able to control ice."

Roger just replied to that long reply with, "I don't know about it." But of course, in a low tone to not make it seem as if he was meant to be ignorant. Well, he was since he didn't know that the Sylvester family is good with ice. After all, Yuno didn't mention anything about it, only the guild that their family manages.

However, when Luna heard Roger's words, they also made her embarrassed.

"Am I not that popular these days?" Luna mumbled.

Roger just looked at them with a perplexed expression and then asked, "Is it important to be popular?"

It was an absurd question since he himself knew the importance of popularity in a person's ego. But of course, he wanted to know what kind of egos people in this world have. He wanted to at least have a comparison.

Luna lowered her head bashfully and tried to answer Roger's question. But as reluctant as she was, she was only able to briefly answer.

"I was used to being famous, so I don't know any other feelings if I am not famous."

When Roger heard it, he felt something was off about it. It was like pity, and at the same time, ridicule. Popularity is only important if you have the power to stand up to the responsibilities of being famous. If not, it should be the least important matter.

However, depending on Luna, who was still depending on her family's reputation, she should not try to drag her name into the light.