Max Stats in the Apocalypse

"So first, I will prepare the things I need to have to create your fake skin. Should I create one for Clara as well?" Liam suddenly stood up from his seat and faced Clara. Clara humbly nodded, reluctantly at some point.

"Oh... You don't have to worry about it, Clara. I will help you as well! I know that you were touched by Roger's story. I can feel it!" Liam said in a cheerful tone and then left them. 

Meanwhile, Clara could just have her head lowered, facing the ground in the embarrassment of what Liam just stated.

There was nothing to be shy about it, but Clara just thought that it would be embarrassing if Roger realized that Clara was just following him out of sympathy.

Roger calmly let out a sigh and leaned his back on the couch. His thoughts were flying, speculating, and trying to predict the future. 

'After having the fake skin, I should probably stop searching for a city that could help me go to the District Overdrive. Since Liam looked competent, he should be able to create spotless fake skin. I could just go to District Overdrive using my power and then try to live for a few days to learn their life.'

'Learning from the internet if there were some special items in the Supreme Council. If ever I got caught, I would be put in a tight place where taunts would be possible. My family would be put in danger if they saw some opportunity to force me and control me. I can not let that happen.'

'Even if I unleash my power while having extreme control of my speed, it is still dangerous since I don't know if the amount of Qi in this world is enough to contain and regulate the rampage of my energy. It will be dangerous since I may hurt my family while I am out of my sanity.'

Roger had some ideas on his mind. He was afraid of putting other people in danger because of him. But, it didn't mean that he was afraid that citizens would be hurt along the way; instead, he was afraid his family would be hurt because of him. 

He had no reason to live in this world. He could just leave them and have his own life started with his abilities. However, since he didn't have any reason, his family was enough for him to have one. 

'Having a reason is a matter of choice. It is not given, as people have the choice to leave things behind and continue with the instances and matters that are present. But, I chose to protect my family, and my heart is telling me that is the right choice. Also, that is my wife's will. Despite breaking the promise of not using my powers again, unleashing a huge percentage, saving my family should be reasonable to overwrite that pledge, right?'

Roger made a deep frustrated sigh, and as Clara, beside him, noticed it, she couldn't help but ask about it.

"What is wrong, Roger? Why did you sigh?"

Roger couldn't believe that something like this would be necessary to ask. But, ignoring that fact, he just willingly answered her curiosity. "Nothing serious."

"I see..." She briefly replied.

Roger stood up after a few seconds. "I will be going out for a few minutes. It would probably take him hours to create it, so I will just have a small warm-up." Then, he left and went outside without waiting for Clara to react to it.

And as he arrived outside, Roger prepared himself and tried to reestablish his mind.

Martial arts had been the life of a Murim people, and as he was a Murim person in his past life, he should still have the attitude as his life had had a great impact on his personality.

Roger stood in a stance and then sent a punch in a direction away from the house. It created a snapping, loud sound, but he ignored it and continued. 

'How could I forget that moving would be the only way for me to have my sanity preserved? Even having thought of things, it will not help since that is not who I am.'

Having memories of the people he loved was what helped him. Containing his sanity when he ran amok in the whole world had always been hard for him. But, when he recalled his master, he could only have a tear appear in his eyes as his master made him the reason to live.

He was trapped in Kluma, but thankfully, without his master, he would be nothing but a dead corpse. But, despite thinking about his master, it wasn't enough as he would still feel infuriated by the people that had planned on killing him. 

However, after finally having his revenge and focusing on his family, his family became the source of his sanity. 

On the other hand, blood was his driving force behind being insane. He would go for blood back then. However, he always tried to remember that he should change and that it was not him.

'Finally...' Roger smirked and then unleashed another punch after a series of serious punches.

Boom.

A large, beaming red light had appeared where Roger directed his attack. It had already been half an hour since he was doing this, but this was the first time he unleashed this type of attack.

'I finally remembered my reason for living!'

There was nothing different in Roger's mind. But it had been his habit to rethink his reasons in order to keep his sanity. That was his only way to become human and forget about being the demon he hated. 

Being the Feral Demon was the least he could be. He loathed that part of him, but he could not deny it as it was the reason he was alive as well. Without its power, he was weak and powerless to fight on his own feet.

"Roger! Roger! Roger!" Out of nowhere, Clara took off running in his direction. And as she stopped, she had the news with her.

"The fake skin is done."

"What? Already?"

Excited, Roger and Clara went back to the house and faced Liam, who was confidently holding a transparent glass box where inside was a slimy tanned matter. It seemed to be a cream color, but some of it was tanned.

"Is that fake skin?"

"Yes, this is."

"It was fast if I must say." Roger awkwardly pointed and sat on the couch at the same level as Liam.

"It might be, but trust me, it has the best quality! Don't worry, it is not dangerous!"

Roger nodded, then tried to touch the skin. And as he touched it, he felt the slippery texture of it. He raised an eyebrow, and Liam noticed it. 

"You don't like it?" 

Roger shook his head. "It was just a weird feeling. Don't worry."

Roger continued to assess the item and had his hand inserted into the arm part of the skin. But, suddenly, the slime material crawled onto him nonstop, making him panic inwardly for a short time. He carefully looked at it and noticed it was sticking onto his real skin on its own. Noticing it, he let it be until it finally stuck onto him.

He had been completely covered with the thick slimy material, but slowly, as he got used to it, he nearly forgot that he was covered by fake skin.

Roger's eyes widened as he felt his face getting readjusted, and as he faced them, Clara's eyes flickered. "Amazing... Liam, you are really a good person."

Liam looked at Roger and felt confident as he saw the result of his item. 

"Do you have a mirror?" Roger asked.

Due to his curiosity, he was nearly dying to see his fake face. His skin turned different. He knew it as his skin color became slightly tanned rather than slightly fair. And just as Liam showed his way to the mirror, "Be my guest..."

Roger paced to the mirror on the wall, and when he looked at himself, he was taken to a halt, frozen in place. His face became less attractive but more aggressive-looking and intimidating. There were some signs of the growing mustache, and even though it was fake, it was still believable.

His body composition didn't change, as his skin was the only matter of the item, but it was enough. Roger finally had the perfect disguise.

"Liam, I will not forget about you. You are a genius!"

Liam confidently shifted his pointed finger on his nose to the side and said, "Of course I am. Even though it is not an offensive ability, I could fool anyone using that fake skin. You can do it as well, Roger!"

'Unbelievable. It brings back my memories of when I was still in Kluma, facing a clan where the members were profound in creating a fake face mask. They were good at illusions and faking their identities and faces. Looking at this, it is a perfect resemblance of the talents I saw in Kluma.'

Roger was in disbelief as he was still staring at himself. And at the same time, his system jumped in joy from the excitement.

"I will finally have my clues. Just wait, mom, dad, Kyla, and others. I will save you from the Supreme Council.." Roger mumbled as he closed his eyes, recalling the events that had happened in his life.