Chapter 7
Now that the information was apparently burned into my memory, that was probably the last time I was going to open that particular section of information. Too long for too little. The skills were mostly identical to the ones in the game. There were few that were completely different, however. I could no longer summon an entire army of cavalry to trample my enemies, for example. Something I was completely alright with, to be honest.
I continued reading my 'status' information, and this time I succeeded in keeping things simple.
There were no longer game elements such as critical rate, critical damage or critical resistance. Maybe critical attacks didn't exist in this world. I'd miss my 100% critical rate and 540% critical damage, but it was no major loss. It would be difficult to implement that feat in the real world. I imagined a slap that would make people explode, and remembered the bandit that suffered a similar fate. I scowled at the memory.
I took off a ring and saw the number in parenthesis go down. I did the same with a plated boot and was relieved to see no changes. My suit of plate armor was a costume in the game, not actual equipment. A few experiments led me to the conclusion that they were treated as a natural piece of armor without any enchantment or enhancement. The game allowed you to improve gear via enhancing anvils, enchanting scrolls and npc's that ascended your equipment. The first had a chance to fail, the second was completely randomized and the third was very expensive.
After undressing and dressing, I reached the conclusion that my leather undergarments were what boosted my status so much, but were quite fragile compared to the metallic plates of armor. If I were to believe the flavor text of all items were turned into reality in this world, my armor was forged in a star.
[Starforged Eternium Plate Boot (Legendary)]
(Durability SSS+)(Weightless Wear)
That's some bullshit. If that's true on every case, my spear was forged with the claw of a Demon God. My thoughts sent a shiver down my spine.
If that turned to be factual, I could imagine very little having a chance against it. I felt drops of figurative sweat go down my face.
That's no bueno. Let's see. I summoned my spear out.
The thing materialized on my lap. I used the magical eye of absolute truth, or whatever its name was, to appraise the weapon. A few lines were missing, including the flavor text that referred to the Demon God.