John, knowing he had already spent way more than 30 days in the parallel world, even without counting the time spent in the trial subworld, and had not been kicked out, looked at his stat window.
John –Stat Window
Name: John
Race: Oceanic Dhampir (Hybrid: Oceanborn + Vampiric) (some elven bloodline traces detected)
Age: 13
Alignment: Lawful Good (Paradox?touched)
Feats: Human Form: Unbroken
Title: Arena Sovereign - Child of Aurelia
Feral Form: Azure Astral Fangborn (Sealed)
Classes
- Primary (Unnatural Track, Level 32): Sovereign of Paradox — Tier?I, Beyond Mythic, Sealed
- Seals: 4 intact / 1 weakened / 2 broken
- Description: Master of contradiction; can bypass incompatible systems (e.g., Aura?+?Magic Circle) via Paradox Convergence.
- Secondary (Natural Track, Level 32): Apex Paradox Warden — Tier?II, Beyond Mythic, Sealed
- Seals: 7 intact
- Description: Fusion of apex predator archetypes and temporal mastery; aura and magic fused into one combat engine.
The beginning of his stat window had not changed much. He did not unlock any seals and even if he had leveled up to level 33, he had levelled back down to 32.
His Core Attributes had changed drastically though and he had reached new stat caps. The last one to reach the cap was his aura. Before, his feral form was superior in stats to his human form but because of the stat caps, they were now on par. It had been a daunting grind but he felt like in this parallel world, he had limitless time. But this was as far as he could go. He would probably be able to enhance his stats further after his next awakening but for that he would probably need to reach level 50. Or not, he was unsure but he did not have a crystal to summon the ascension trial and he also did not have a way to leave the parallel world apart through death or reaching level 50 but this seemed like a waste because he would be unable to return and he wanted to explore the dungeon next to village 001. Even after all this time, he still did not have enough money to purchase the artifact that would let him leave the parallel world earlier, the item remaining unattainable in the elder’s shop.
Bloodline Traits
- Oceanborn: Water breathing, aquatic adaptation.
- Vampiric: Predatory instincts, life?force absorption.
- Hybrid resistances from both lines.
- Benediction of the World Tree
Elemental & Arcane Affinities
- Water/Ocean: Quasi?Mythic
- Fire: Quasi?Mythic
- Air: High
- Earth: Legendary
- Light: High
- Shadow: Quasi?Mythic
- Arcane: Quasi?Mythic
- Space: High
- Time: Low (Low because of seals - Unlocked via Apex Paradox Warden )
Skills & Resistances (Combat/Utility): select to open details
Signature Apex Paradox Warden Skills: select to open details
His elemental affinities had not changed but his combat skills had levelled up, he did not feel to look at them again though.
He had also spent time on his crafts. He had perfected his negative XP potion. For Bobo, he was using the original -1 XP potion that was regenerating in the original Pot of Abundance. But he had been able to secure two more Pots of Abundance after leveling up his shelter several times. One of them was just providing John and his pet with a nutritious soup while the third contained an enhanced version of the negative XP potion, even beyond the one he had been able to concoct in the weretigresses’ encampment. This new version of the potion had malleable XP values. They could not turn positive, for that he would need an Iridescent Starbloom but he could modulate the number of negative XP points he wanted to infuse into the potion. Only thanks to this did he feel unrestricted in his training inside the trial subworld. Otherwise he would need to be careful to not get too far away from level edges and also to not reach level 50 and get kicked out of the parallel world.
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His experiments with potions had increased his Herbalism and Potion-maker crafts and although more slowly, also his Scholar craft but the latter was already pretty close to this new cap he had reached.
Of course he had spent a lot of time on monster butchering and blacksmithing, dissecting the parts of the beasts he had to hunt for the elder. Now all his crafts were at level 10. He was unsure on how to make them progress further.
Crafts
- Herbalism – Lv?10
- Potion?maker – Lv?10
- Scholar – Lv?10
- Blacksmithing – Lv?10
- Monster Butchering – Lv?10
Spells: select to open details
Seal Status:
- Sovereign of Paradox: 2 broken, 1 seriously weakened, 4 intact
- Apex Paradox Warden: 7 / 7 intact (initial).
- Not all unlocked skills/spell slots available until seal?break feats are achieved.
John was now clad in pristine armor and had a collection of weapons and armors made from monster materials inside his shelter. The armor he was wearing was the embodiment of raw ferocity and primal survival. Its design was jagged and beast-like, with heavy plating that gave the wearer a wild, untamed silhouette. The overall look was rugged rather than elegant, as if it channeled the fury of nature itself into a protective shell. In battle, it offered strong physical defense, particularly against fire. Beyond its protection, it enhanced the wearer’s offensive strength, bolstering raw attack power while also granting resistance to deafening roars that would otherwise disrupt focus. It even improved the speed of recovery, allowing the wearer to sustain themselves mid-fight, and unlocked hidden potential in some skills that ensured endurance during long encounters. Altogether, the armor felt brutal and primal, perfectly suited for warriors who thrived in chaos and wanted to balance relentless aggression with the ability to endure and support themselves through the harshest battles.
John had abandoned his dual sword fighting style for a very long sword, more suited to slay the large creatures he was sent to hunt. The blade was crimson red and the hilt white.
The monster slayer longsword he had forged was a weapon defined by elegance and lethal precision. Its form was long and slender, resembling a katana, built for sweeping arcs and fluid combinations rather than brute force. The blade emphasized reach and rhythm, allowing the wielder to maintain relentless pressure through continuous strikes that flew seamlessly into one another.
Its edge carried a draconic energy, imbuing each cut with a destructive force that went beyond mere steel or mithril, more akin to orichalcum. This elemental aspect made the weapon feel alive, as though it channeled something ancient and dangerous with every swing. The sharpness was reliable, ensuring that the blade could sustain its cutting power through numerous extended battles without losing effectiveness.
What set it apart was the way it rewarded discipline. The weapon thrived on timing and control, demanding that the wielder build momentum through successive strikes before unleashing devastating finishers. In combat, it felt less like a tool and more like an extension of the fighter’s spirit—graceful, deadly, and unyielding. But to reach that level, John had to train countless months inside the trial subworld.
Overall, the longsword embodied a philosophy of combat rooted in flow and mastery. It was not about overwhelming force, but about precision, endurance, and the satisfaction of turning battle into a performance where every strike carried both beauty and destruction.
John looked proudly at his sword. How would it fare against Talissa’s weapon he had witnessed long ago? Had he surpassed his master thanks to being able to train with these monster carcasses as materials?
His shelter had changed a lot as well. He had acquired new skills for it, the most useful one being Mana regeneration +, an enhanced version of Mana Regeneration. They stacked with each other and greatly helped John in maintaining the summoning of the trial subworld. Given his shelter had never been attacked, he did not invest too much in defenses but the silent guardian skill sounded like a good idea nonetheless when it was one of the choices after a level up. He had read about some of these skills in the book he had bought at the beginning of his adventures in this parallel world.
Also, the radius of the dome of his shelter had increased greatly. He felt like a rich land owner. He had a nice house, and advanced facilities for his crafts. The library contained interesting books that had helped him to better understand pets in this parallel world as well as the physiology of dragons in his own world. It could have helped with his scholar craft but he unlocked it after he had reached the cap in his craft.
Bobo had also reached his stat caps.
The time had come to level up Bobo. John had read that, while Bobo’s new stats at level 1 were unheard of, at level 20—his current cap— high-ranked pets could surpass him. Determined to test his companion’s true potential, John brought Bobo into the trial subworld, where the rules of growth and challenge were absolute. John summoned a first foe for his pet. Soon, before them stood a massive, high-leveled rat, twice Bobo’s height even on all fours while Bobo was standing up as the biped he was. The enemy was far larger than only two Bobos in both length and mass. The creature’s beady eyes glinted with predatory instinct, its whiskers twitching as it sniffed the air, sizing up the small but confident pet.
The rat lunged first, its powerful hind legs propelling it forward with surprising speed. Its claws scraped the ground, and its jaws snapped with a sound like cracking bone. But Bobo, though dwarfed by the beast, didn’t flinch. Instead, he darted aside with preternatural agility, his movements fluid and precise. The rat’s attack missed by a hair, and Bobo retaliated instantly. A blur of motion—his hands with hardened fingers raked across the rat’s flank, drawing blood and eliciting a startled squeal. The rat tried to turn, but Bobo was already gone, reappearing behind it with a swift kick that sent the larger creature stumbling.
John watched with pride as Bobo’s superior stats became undeniable. Where the rat relied on brute force and size, Bobo’s strength, speed, and reflexes were far beyond what his appearance suggested. The rat’s attacks, though powerful, were slow and predictable. Bobo dodged, parried, and countered with surgical precision, each strike landing with devastating effect. The rat’s stamina waned quickly, while Bobo remained fresh, his movements never faltering. The gap in stats was so vast that the rat’s attempts to overwhelm Bobo with sheer mass were futile. Bobo’s attacks, though small in scale, were amplified by his high stats, each hit chipping away at the rat’s health with alarming efficiency.
The rat, now desperate, tried to use its size to pin Bobo against the ground. It lunged forward, jaws wide, aiming to crush him. But Bobo, anticipating the move, twisted his body and slipped beneath the rat’s bulk. In one fluid motion, he leapt onto the rat’s back, claws digging deep. With a final, decisive strike, Bobo delivered a blow that sent the rat crashing to the ground, defeated. The rat lay there, panting and defeated, while Bobo stood tall, his small frame radiating confidence and power. John smiled, knowing that Bobo’s stats were more than enough to handle more formidable foes at his current level.