Max Stats in the Apocalypse

Roger was now prepared to record his awakened rank. Even though in technicality, he was not an Awaken, he was still sure that, in other people's eyes, he was. Since Qi and mana were both types of magic power, and the measurement of becoming an Awaken was just about magic power, he would immediately be considered an Awaken.

After a few months of doing nothing, just nurturing and improving the gang, Roger had now reached the point where there were no enemies for him in the Line City, as well as in the District Wish.

His name had become known, even with the mask. And on this day, he would announce his real identity to the public as the boss of the Demonyo Clan that had become the main foundation of the District Wish within just half a year.

How did it happen, though? Well, Roger had settled his grudge with the three investigators. After making sure that they had no actions against them, he eventually let them leave after a month with the money he had to pay.

After that, Roger focused on making his men undergo training with the help of the Cold Frost Guild and the Mayor of the City. They had filled every department with the employees they needed to continue to stand.

Intellectual and physical capabilities had already been established. Hence, Roger could just leave the gang in their hands and he could just attend to them when they had to make a major decision.

It was the easy path Roger had taken, and he had truly lived his remaining months in luxury. But he just felt that it wasn't enough. There was no major enjoyment for him. Dungeons were extremely weak that his men could finish them with no worries.

He could hijack dungeons sometimes, but he didn't just do it every time, as, after his first dungeon dive, it was extremely boring for him. And so, today, he could have a record within the Hunter Association, he could go to the District Overdrive and start living as a hunter.

"Welcome, boss!"

When Roger entered the Hunter Association, all of the representatives of his groups lined up and created a path for him. People and other recruiters looked at them with obvious confusion. Roger had taken all of the attention.

The recruiters tried to observe why there were people here, and just as they noticed that these men were from the Demonyo Clan, they all made a distance between them. 

They became anxious about the Demonyo Clan's presence. They didn't notice them earlier. They probably just didn't care. They were only waiting at the door after the assessment room to recruit newly awakened Awaken.

Even with the slim chance, it was their job to wait there.

Their attention was still on the Demonyo Clan, but what they were curious about was why these people created a path and for whom?

"Did they just call their boss? Wait, the boss of the Demonyo Clan is here! What is he doing here?!"

Their interest in the Demonyo Clan arose. That was why they decided to have a peek and try to see who their boss was. But, they were dumbfounded as what they saw was just a teenager.

"He is the boss of the Demonyo Clan? The greatest gang in the Line City was bowing in front of a kid? Is this some kind of joke? "

"Hey! Shut your mouth. Do you want to accidentally slander their boss? You don't even know him, yet you are making a huge mistake for a simple and useless thought you have."

"Oh, yeah. I don't want to lose my life over that."

Roger was surprised at first. He wasn't expecting them to meet and greet him here, but then, just as he realized that this might be their last meeting, he just ignored it and marched all the way to the receiving center.

"You don't have to worry about filling out the forms, sir. We have already prepared it for you."

Roger raised an eyebrow as a staff member approached him. He then let it go, nodded, and went to the assessment room to finally measure his rank.

"Sir Roger Wyles, I welcome you to the assessment room." A familiar face appeared, and it was Rojert, the examiner of their graduation rites.

He smiled and then greeted Rojert as well.

"Ah, what should we do here? Do I need to put my hand in that huge sphere?" Roger inquired and pointed to the huge silver-colored sphere at the center of the assessment room.

Rojert nodded and then responded, "Yes, you shall put your hands on the sphere and I will measure your rank with this tablet in my hands."

Roger calmly looked at every item Rojert would introduce, and just after that, he went to the sphere and laid his hands on it. Slowly, he pushed his energy to the sphere per Rojert's instruction.

The sphere lit up dimly, and at the same time, numbers appeared on the tablet, the equivalent of the amount of energy Roger had. Rojert also looked at it. His eyes turned wide the second he saw the numbers of Roger's stats raging up with no stop.

'What... what the hell is this? How could someone who is still a kid be able to achieve stats above four digits?' 

Rojert's thoughts were rampaging with no said stop to where they should rest. But then, he remembered how Roger was treated in the Demonyo Clan. He had his doubts before, but it could be the reason that Roger became the gang boss. He was an Awaken with a rank just equivalent to the peak of A-Rank.

The number still continued rampaging upwards, and with no stop, the tablet glitched and the sphere's light disappeared. 

Rojert was still shocked. He couldn't think of what to say as he was immediately speechless.

'Did I just fight with an incredible person? Is he a god?'

Rojert's eyes rediverted to the tablet and saw the number glitching with no indication of what the stats really were. It was damaged and only one thing could explain it.

"So, what is my rank?" Roger asked as soon as he fixed himself after letting go of the sphere.

Rojert reluctantly spoke, "A Rank, Sir Wyles."

Roger nodded, but Rojert was still bothered by it. He then immediately added to what he had said seconds earlier.

"You should be S Rank, but per the Hunter Association's code, when the measurement of your stats has been damaged or a glitch occurs, you will be A-Rank until the main office records your stats personally. They have the best technology to measure you without needing your effort to push your energy."

Roger slowly nodded as he understood what Rojert said. He then smiled and asked about things a hunter should know.

"So, is there anything you should say to me before I take the training to become a working hunter?"

"Ah... About being a hunter. You should know about the status profile." Rojert stated.

'Status. So the Hunter Association had this status, huh? I didn't know about it. Or I didn't just care about it?'

"For every status, you should visit a Hunter Association branch to update your status. A status had your stats, and you could see them before leaving the assessment room. There will be a small monitor before the door."

Roger nodded and then eventually went to the monitor to see what Rojert was saying.

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[Roger Wyles]

[18 years old]

ATK: $#^&%

MP: $#^&%

MDEF: $#^&%

PDEF: $#^&%

STR: $#^&%

AGI: $#^&%

DEX: $#^&%

INT: $#^&%

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'Glitch? As expected, they would not be able to measure the real value of my stats. It was already at its max and they didn't have the right tech to measure it. But, where are the Skills and Title?'

Roger faced Rojert and then raised a question.

"How about Title and Skills? Is there no such thing as those that I mentioned?" 

Rojert shook his head, even slightly confused about why Roger asked about it. But it could be from one of the old arcade video games, which piqued Roger's interest and made him wonder if it was still in operation.

"In ancient video games, stats also existed. However, the Hunter Association created a system that could only measure but not identify people's interests, which were skills, and their reputation, as it would flock and overwrite much of the system." Rojert explained.

"I see. That is the best explanation I could come up with. But then, how would everyone discern their specialty? I heard that there are specialties."

"They would just eventually learn it and not everyone could have a specialty. There are times when their category and specialties don't match. That is why they would face hard times in discovering their specialty."

Roger then nodded as his understanding of the matter widened. It had come to the point that only one question remained for him.

"How does the Hunter Association discern what category a hunter is?"

"Through their Magic Power. You can see it in your status and if you click on the MP bar, you will see that."

Roger raised an eyebrow and then clicked on the MP bar on the monitor. And just as he clicked on it, images appeared with no particular indication of what the image was showing.. It was as if a glitch, again.