The Over-Break System

-You have successfully Cut an Uncut Common Opal.-

-You have unlocked the hidden stat, Gem Cutting.-

-Current Gem Cutting Level: 0.-

-Current Gem Cutting Proficiency XP. 0/100.-

-You have earned 10 Gem Cutting Proficiency XP.-

-Gem cutting: Each type of stone you cut will give you a certain amount of XP towards leveling up this stat. The amount of XP you acquire is determined by how well you cut the gem and what type of gem; the higher this stat, the better gems you can work on without causing damage to the material.-

Brance was pleasantly surprised to get yet another Hidden Stat, even if it wasn’t one related to combat; however, at the same time, he was concerned.

If his Gem Cutting level hindered his efficiency and quality and what kind of gem he could cut, that meant there was a VERY long grind ahead of him if he wanted to work on high-class stones.

‘Well, there is no point crying now; I knew this was going to be a challenge when I picked up the skill, and looking at this little guy, it seems that the Proficiency of my Gem Cutting stat determines the Cut gem’s stats when it’s finished.’ Brance thought as he picked up the second uncut stone and started tapping it with his hammer and chisel.

Unfortunately, halfway through the process, the gem suddenly cracked and turned to power, causing Brance to frown and manifest a minor gust of Wind Mana to clean himself up.

-You have Failed to Cut an Uncut Common Opal.-

-The Uncut Common Opal has been Damaged due to your lack of experience.-

-The Uncut Common Opal has been destroyed.-

‘Tsk, such a waste, each of these Opals cost me a 2 OKP.’ Clicking his tongue, Brance focused and moved on to the third stone, trying out different angles of attack with his tools, but was still unsuccessful as the third, fourth, and fifth Opals all cracked and turned to powder.

“Ugh, Come on, man,” Brance grumbled as he dusted himself off with Mana again.

“Uh, Brancie, what are you doing?” By the time Brance was finished clearing the powdered remains of the fifth Opal, Gabby’s sleepy voice had caught his attention.

“Hey, there sleepy head. What you see before you is your foolish Boyfriend working on cutting Gems and failing miserably at it.” Releasing a self-deprecating chortle, Brance got up and planted a kiss on the crown of Gabby’s head as she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion._.

“While you guys were in your Enlightenment state, I came to first and got my Gemsmithing class, pumped it up to the level cap, and now here I am, smacking a tiny hammer into this chisel to shape these uncut opals.” Explaining the process to Gabby, Brance sat beside her and started working on the Sixth Opal, with not-so-great results.

Like with the last few attempts, he once again pulverized the Opal, making Gabby giggle at his expense.

“Wow, Brancie, I didn’t expect you to be so heavy-handed, hehe,” Gabby said while covering her mouth with the back of her right hand.

“Che, keep it up, and you’re getting covered in this powder,” Puffing up his cheeks in protest, Brance twisted his hand, drew the powder away from himself and Gabby, and sent it up into the ventilation system of the Dorm.

“Anyway, enough making fun of me, little rabbit; you need to get your Alchemy Sub-Class squared away.” Reaching over to pat her on the head, Brance got up and walked back to the couch he had spent the last while on as he was working on gems.

“Kay,” Gabby replied cheerfully as she brought up her Status Profile, navigated to the classes section, and quickly chose Tier-1 Basic Potioneer, which was the first level of the Alchemy Class Tree. Although it was a Tier-1 Sub-Class, it was necessary to start from the beginning, unlike Brance’s Class, that allowed him to jump straight up the ladder.

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Meanwhile, in the training room, Cynrik was second away from finishing up carving his [Mark of the Tamer].

It had been a lengthy and grueling process, and each second the focused beam of pure Mana cut into his Codex felt like hours as his body quivered uncontrollably, forcing him to start and stop the carving continuously.

But at long last, as the two-hour timer for his pills was about to expire, Cynrik finished the final runic inscription and felt a clicking sensation in his chest as his mind exploded with knowledge and enlightenment.

In exhaustion, Cynrik released his control over the nearly empty reserve of quad-Affinity particles in his left arm and allowed it to flow out of his body. He deactivated his Bloodline Abilities before falling onto his back and splaying out like a starfish on the training room floor.

‘Hey, Tobs, the next time I want to do something that stupid again, I give you full authority to harass and make fun of me until I give up. That was the most agonizing and tedious task I have ever attempted.’ Cynrik thought as he did a quick mental check on his body and felt the warm pulsation of the Mark on his Codex.

-Understood, I have made a memo as requested, so do not get pissy with me if the opportunity to fulfill your request presents itself.-

-Now that you have completed your Mark, would you like me to send the relevant notifications to you?-

‘Yeah, but ignore any of the ones about how much danger I was in; I don’t have the patients to read through that shit, so if it is a warning or a danger notice, skip it for the time being.’ As dozens of notifications flooded Cynrik’s vision, he nodded weakly in confirmation.

-You have unlocked a Title; check your Status Profile to see the name and effects.-

-Your Codex has grown significantly due to the massive influx and manipulation of Mana Particles; it has doubled in size, and the purity of the Mana stored inside has dramatically increased in quality.-

-Your Codex stage has Risen to Stage 6.-

-Since your Codex has reached Stage 6, you will receive a Bonus of 10k MP.-

-Your MP has been completely replenished back to the total capacity.-

-Your Mastery over Fire Mana Particles has increased to Master.-

-Your Mastery over Dark Mana Particles has increased to Master.-

-Your Mastery over Wind Mana Particles has increased to Expert.-

-Your Mastery over Lightning Mana Particles has increased to Expert.-

-Your Dark Affinity has Grown to Tier-3-

-Your Wind Affinity has Grown to Tier-3-

-Your Lightning Affinity has Grown to Tier-2.-

-Your Will Power stat has increased by 50.-

-Your Luck stat has increased by 25.

-You have survived a Life-Threatening situation that less than a thousand Beings in existence have before you. As such, you have been rewarded further.

-You have received 75 Points in all basic Stats.-

-You have received 75 Free Allocation Stat points.-

-You have received 250 Skill Points.-

-You have successfully Carved your [Mark of The Tamer]; once you unlock the appropriate Class, you will be able to store a total of Two Creatures from the beginning. However, if you house two Creatures within the dimensional space of your Mark, you will lose MP at a constant rate of 100 Mp per Minute.-

-The MP depreciation rate will decline as you rise through the ranks as a Tamer.-

Exhaling sharply and feeling his body surge with power like never before, Cynrik lay on the ground in stunned silence for several minutes staring blankly at his Status profile before snapping out of it and immediately choosing Tamer as his Sub-Class.

-You have chosen Tamer as your Tier-2 Sub-Class. Would you like to lock in your choice? Remember, once you accept, this change can not be undone (Y/N)-

Without humoring Tobs, Cynrik flicked the yes option and focused his thoughts.

-You have obtained the Tier-2 Combat Class Tamer.-

-Your Stat Distribution has been adjusted; you will receive an additional 0.2 points in INT and MIND upon increasing your Main Level. Current Allocation, 0.2 INT, 0.2 MIND-

-Your skill [Mark of the Tamer] has been fully activated and can now be used to store or nurture pets.

-You have learned three Tier-2 Tamer Skills .-

-You have learned the Tier-2 Tamer active Skill [Soul and Blood Contract]-

-You have learned the Tier-2 Tamer passive Skill [Summon/Unsummon Pet]-

-You have learned the Tier-2 Tamer passive Skill [Shared Sight]-

As Cynrik sighed, he closed his eyes and felt the Mana flowing through him. Suddenly, he saw the four color runes inscribed on the surface of his fist-sized Codex in the four colors of his Affinities.

After its forced growth, it was now only slightly smaller than his heart, and with the presence of the [Mark of the Tamer], it looked like a miniature sun of multi-colored Mana particles inside his chest.

‘Not bad, hehe.’ Withdrawing a few Healing and Stamina potions from his inventory, Cynrik brought himself back to total health and admired his newly increased stats.

However, his eye twitched slightly, and he was forced to correct his stats with his 184 Stat points, evening them out into perfectly acceptable numbers instead of oddballs.

: Status :

: Cynrik Ayke Jetlensr (Ivar the Boneless Ragnarsson):

: Title – Perfect Foundation, Perfect Clear Expert, Reforged Body, Mana Heart, Masochist :

: Demi-Human Male (90% Human, 10% Æsir):

: Age-13:

: Tier-2  :

: Primary Class – (Rogue) :(+0.2 DEX, +0.2 AGI)

:Former: Tier-1 Thief : (+2 DEX, +2 AGI Distribution)

: Sub-Class – (Tamer) : (+0.2 INT, +0.2 MIND)

:Former: Tier-1 Engineer : (+2 To DEX Distribution)

: Level: 0/35 0/252,616 :

: Essence Pool(XP): 10,270,482 :

: P-Class (Rogue): 0 – XP :

: S-Class (Tamer): 0 – XP :

: Distribution: 2 Per All : (DEX 6.2, AGI 4.2, 0.2 INT, 0.2 MIND)

: Mana Codex & Circuits Tier-3  :

: Stage 6 :

: Body – Tier-2.8, 11.3g Resistance :

: Credits: 80,000 :

: STATS :

: HP 20,400/20,400 :

: Mana 25,790/25,790 :

: Stamina 10,200/10,200 :

: Stat Points- 42 :

: Skill Points- 596 :

: Strength- 710 :  (+1)

: Dexterity- 900 :  (+32)

: Agility- 900 :  (+56)

: Intelligence- 800 : (+4)

: Vitality- 780 :  (+2)

: Mind- 800 :  (+47)

: Will Power- 123 :

: Luck- 45 :

: PSN Resistance- 25 :

: Killing Intent- 453 – 5.25G :

: Affinity- :

:(SAG)Dark-Tier-3 (Master): :Expand:

:(AG) Fire-Tier-3 (Master): :Expand:

|:(SAG) Lightning-Tier-2 (Expert):|

:(BG) Wind-Tier-3 (Expert): :Expand:

“Yosh, that’s done, now I need to power level my Tamer class, hatch my Birbs, and we are good to go.” Cynrik cheerfully exclaimed as he punched his right palm with his left fist.