My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon

Unknowingly, Elian felt his body tense. He quickly scanned the breakers in front of him, but got nothing of use. They were Radiant Breakers in the high fifty’s with D stats. The more he scanned, the more he noticed vast differences among humans and monsters.

For one, humans had extremely low HP. With the exception of Heaven’s Fist, even Dusk-tiered humans had lower numbers compared to Radiant-tiered monsters.

Arjun Sharma was already level 64, and barely cracked 125,000 HP. Meanwhile, Bastion and Silent—still Radiant-tier—had more than twice that. It was not a matter of effort or even level. Just species.

The same limitations on HP applied to mana. Even Burny could overwhelm human Breakers at half their level in this regard. Flame Swallows had twice as much mana as Snow Wolves at the same level. Humans weren’t even close.

But there was something that evened the playing field.

Monsters had only Talents and Stats. Humans had Jobs. Living Metal and Dominator did allow me to fight above my level. I wonder how normal Jobs work.

As Elian’s contemplation grew deeper, he heard a mesmerizing voice giggling inside his mind.

"Elian, I know they are quite pitiful, but please at least acknowledge their presence."

Huh? What do you mean?

"The two before you have been kneeling for more than five minutes now. They’re quite terrified of you."

Only then did Elian gaze at the one kneeling before him. Unused to people giving a crap about his reactions, he grew confused.