Chapter 9: More Food…
Though dying in the game at this stage didn't mean dying in real life, it still came with its own kind of hellish consequences.
First he would be forcefully logged out. Worse, his level would drop by three. Not just experience lost—actual level regression.
In this case since he hadn't levelled up yet, his level would simply regress to minus 3.
And on top of that, ten percent of his total stats would be permanently deducted.
'Ten percent,' He thought, gritting his teeth. 'That'd be terrible.'
It wasn't just the numbers, either. Losing stats this early meant falling behind, especially when everyone else was racing ahead.
It was even worse for him, because his pitiful stats would get even more pathetic.
In a game like Apocalypse, where power meant survival, even a small stat drop could spell the difference between predator and prey.
His brows drew together.
That was what ruined him in his past life. He'd died too many times—more than he could count.
Each time, a little weaker, a little more fragile, until even the low-level monster he used to farm started to become too strong for him.