Chapter 342: A Cry in the Night
It seems humorous how you move across your own hometown like a thief. No one here could probably even injure you and yet you’re hiding and skulking along rooftops.
Max only grinned as Bob continued sharing his thoughts on the reconnaissance that he was doing of the city.
With his stats, moving from rooftop to rooftop was easier than a child playing hopscotch, and each act was so fast that he could have probably done it in daylight and still not been seen.
As you know I’m not ready to reveal myself yet. There is a reason for all this, and I want to make sure that nothing has changed.
It would appear from your memories that the same street hasn’t changed. I agree with your dwarf friend. There are far too many decorations for a moment like this. Surely by now, you realize that the system is simply based on percentages and chances. Everything I have been able to remember and deduce points to your race doing what it can to increase the chance of learning a specific skill. Though it does appear that something may have been implemented that hinders the number of fighting skills for humans.
Partially paying attention to Bob, Max leaped across the main road and stared at the steps he had taken a year ago, seeing the very spot where the skill shard had rested.
The memory of it all played over and from his perch on a roof. He absently rubbed the side of his jaw where the woman had punched him.
It’s like I can remember it all perfectly.
His eyes scanned the street, seeing the place his parents had stood, his mother crying, arms extended toward him. His sister was in tears. Gone was the joy they had all planned.