Moon turned his attention to the notification hovering at the edge of his vision, and a small, subtle smile crossed his face.
[You have leveled up!]
He pulled up his full status.
[Name: Moon]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Classless]
[Level: 42] [4%]
[Lives: 421,519] [Super Lives: 0]
[Strength: 170] [Agility: 230] [Constitution: 262] [Mana: 284] (+20 to all stats)
[ Talent: Grim Reaper ]
[ Class Skills: Class Slot {0/1}, Life Burn]
[Beast Souls: Fire and Nature]
His eyes settled on the Lives counter.
Four hundred twenty-one thousand. The frozen wasteland had been generous with its rewards. Between the Frost Stalkers, the Snow Creeper, and the Arctic Grizzlers, his pool had swelled well past where it had sat when he entered the gate.
That was more than enough to make some upgrades.
