Late at night, the clamor had completely died down.
Luke sat at his desk, neither handling accounts nor planning the next phase of business expansion.
He closed his eyes and sank his mind into the pale blue system interface that had accompanied him through transmigration and granted him infinite possibilities. It floated clearly in his consciousness.
His gaze imdiately landed on the faintly glowing number at the very bottom:
[Free Attribute Points: 8].
8 points!
As the na "Luke Jacknien" beca firmly bound to labels such as "Mysterious rchant," "Supplier of Magical Items," "Heavenly Dragon Descendant," and "Pioneer of Luxurious Living," and as the lifestyle represented by those fine wines, stockings, high heels, perfus, and the entire "Magic Goblet" beca the new trend and topic of conversation… the system quietly awarded the points.
"Increasing fa grants attribute points!"
Luke once again confird this guess. Besides excitent, his thinking beca even clearer.
This ant he didn't need to deliberately chase, approach, or flatter key figures from the original story to "farm points."
He could completely walk his own path and use his own thods to increase his influence, thereby receiving the system's rewards.
Such as business, public opinion, creating trends… contending for supremacy!
This was the path he intended to take anyway…
In fact, he had already begun doing so.
Besides normal comrcial promotion, he secretly hired so bards and street urchins, paying them silver coins.
He had them spread carefully crafted "stories" and nursery rhys about "Luke Jacknien."
In the stories, he was an ancient noble bloodline, born with the ability to communicate with magical elents or ancient elven arts, capable of "creating" rare and miraculous items in the world…
These half-true, half-false, mysterious rumors spread quietly like ripples on water through the streets and alleys of King's Landing, further solidifying and amplifying his "mysterious" persona, and invisibly continuing to boost his "fa."
The "water army" is a good thing. Those who accomplish great things in ancient tis all employed water armies to build montum!
His gaze returned to the attribute panel.
[Strength]: 3 [Constitution]: 11 [Intelligence]: 1 [Spirit]: 1 ... (All other elental attributes are 0)
Through this period of exploration and physical feedback, Luke had gained a deeper understanding of the role of attribute points.
He vaguely sensed that "10 points" was an extrely critical watershed.
For basic attributes like Strength and Constitution, 10 points seed to represent the theoretical peak that ordinary humans could reach through extre training.
Before reaching 10 points, every increase of 1 point brought linear and significant improvent — from weak to strong, from sub-healthy to full of energy.
But once breaking through 10 points, the "cost" or "significance" of each additional point seed completely different. It might an breaking through so physiological limit and stepping into the extraordinary realm. The rate of improvent might beco extrely difficult, or produce qualitative changes — the input-to-return ratio would drop sharply.
"First raise all basic attributes to the 'human limit' of 10 points, building a perfect, no-shortcomings foundation. Then, based on actual situations and needs, decide where to invest the precious attribute points to seek breakthroughs."
Luke set a clear point allocation strategy.
Currently, Constitution had already reached 11 points, far surpassing ordinary people, bringing powerful vitality, recovery, and potential resistance.
Therefore, these 8 Free Attribute Points should be used to make up for the biggest weakness — Strength.
(Adding points to Constitution could also increase Strength, but the effect wasn't significant!)
"All into Strength!"
With focused will, the 8 Free Attribute Points flowed like streams into a dry riverbed, instantly pouring into the [Strength] attribute.
[Strength]: 3 → 11
The change happened in an instant.
There was no gentle warm current or drowsiness like when Constitution was upgraded. Instead, a more direct and violent sense of power erupted from deep within his limbs and bones!
"Crack! Snap!"
Luke could even hear dense, crisp cracking sounds coming from his bones, fascia, and muscle fibers, as if a precision machine had been injected with over-spec energy and was rapidly reorganizing, strengthening, and optimizing at a visible speed!
His body trembled slightly uncontrollably. Muscles rose and fell like waves. The blood vessels under his skin were faintly visible, then quickly subsided.
He could clearly feel every muscle becoming denser and more resilient. His bones seed coated with an invisible layer of tal, becoming harder.
His originally well-proportioned and slender physique from the Constitution upgrade now had sharper, clearer lines. Chest muscles, abs, lats, arms, and thighs all bulged in perfect proportions that conford to chanics and aesthetics.
It wasn't the exaggerated bulk of a bodybuilder, but a streamlined form full of explosive power and coordination, like a leopard that had retracted its claws and fangs but could erupt with terrifying force at any mont.
Life level… had evolved!
This was Luke's most intuitive feeling.
The combination of 11 Strength and 11 Constitution was not just a nurical addition, but a leap in the essence of life.
He felt every cell in his body filled with surging energy. Coordination, reaction speed, dynamic vision, and even his five senses had been elevated to an unimaginable degree.
He could even capture the faint trajectory of a mosquito's wings in the dark, hear the extrely light breathing of Annie and Emma in the next room, and sll every subtle scent floating in the air…
He tried moving his wrist and gently clenched his fist.
An unprecedented feeling of power — solid as steel, surging like a tide — ca from his palm.
He had a strong confidence that even without any fighting technique, with pure strength, speed, and reaction alone, one punch could knock out peak-era boxing champion Tyson!
That wasn't a crushing of skill, but an absolute chasm in physical quality!
He walked to the corner where two 40-liter mineral water buckets he brought from Blue Star were placed.
There was no water purification equipnt here, so Luke drank the "pure water" brought from Blue Star.
He grabbed the handle with one hand and lifted it effortlessly. The forty-jin weight felt as light as nothing!
He could even hold the bucket with one hand and swing it casually like a wooden stick. It felt… too light!
He couldn't test the limit of his strength at all!
He felt he could wield a several-dozen-jin Green Dragon Crescent Blade like Guan Yu!
"Is this… the feeling of being Superman?"
Luke put down the bucket and looked at his smooth yet terrifyingly powerful palm. An indescribable excitent and… a trace of ambition for the future surged in his heart.
With such a body, in the cold weapons era, as long as he received a little training and mastered basic weapon skills, he himself would be a humanoid weapon!
As the saying goes, "Among horses, Lü Bu; among n, Red Hare!"
Fuck it, I've directly beco a superhuman.
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spilling onto the soft large bed in the master bedroom.
Luke woke naturally from deep sleep, feeling refreshed and full of boundless energy surging within his body.
He stretched lazily. His entire body's joints imdiately produced a series of crisp, pleasant "crack crack" sounds, like popping beans, incredibly refreshing.
The body after perfectly fusing 11 Strength and 11 Constitution now presented an almost perfect state.
Muscle lines were smooth and distinct, yet not bulky, full of the beauty of power and the rhythm of coordination.
His skin was smooth and tight, as if glowing with a layer of healthy radiance.
He could feel that the explosive power, endurance, and recovery of this body had completely surpassed the scope of ordinary humans, reaching a brand-new level of life.
When he walked into the familiar private bathroom equipped with modern shower facilities, Annie, Emma, and Arthur's daughter Michelle, who had been waiting there, all froze at the sa ti.
The three girls' gazes, as if drawn by a magnet, locked firmly onto Luke's body, which was only wrapped in a bath towel yet already displayed astonishing changes.
Those graceful muscle lines, broad shoulders, narrow waist and abdon, long and powerful legs…
Every part seed ticulously sculpted by a divine craftsman, full of masculine beauty and harmonious proportions.
Michelle, the youngest and boldest, blinked her large eyes that inherited her mother's beauty. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she couldn't help murmuring softly, "Master… your body… seems different again. What would it feel like to touch…?"
She was purely out of girlish curiosity and longing for beautiful things.
Emma, beside her, instantly darkened her expression.
She glared fiercely at Annie, her eyes filled with unwillingness, grievance, and a trace of anger at being "betrayed."
This silly, clueless little sister usually looked innocent and ignorant, yet she had quietly climbed into the master's bed and gotten there first!
Now even little Michelle… She snorted coldly, her tone sour and pointed:
"Hmph, if you want to know what it feels like, you'll have to ask certain 'lucky' people. How would we unqualified ones know?"
Annie was stung by her sister's gaze and words. She lowered her head, two red clouds flying across her cheeks — embarrassed, yet with a subtle, hard-to-describe confidence belonging to soone who had "experienced it."
She carefully approached Luke, preparing to serve him as usual, but her eyes didn't dare look directly at his aggressive body.
Luke took in all three girls' reactions. He felt sowhat amused and a little helpless.
He naturally knew Emma's unwillingness and Michelle's curiosity.
As for Annie… he looked at her with affection.
The benefits of adding points were all-round, naturally including that aspect as well.
The vigorous energy and powerful recovery from 11 Constitution, combined with the terrifying physical ability and control from 11 Strength…
The result was that Luke's needs and capabilities in that area had reached a level ordinary won found hard to handle.
Although Annie tried her best to cooperate and devoted herself wholeheartedly, she was ultimately just a girl experiencing it for the first ti with an ordinary physique.
Luke cherished her and always tried to restrain himself, stopping at a shallow taste. Even so, it often left the girl exhausted and unable to bear more.
He himself often felt unable to fully enjoy it, left with a sense of unfulfilled frustration.
"Adding points… really is pain mixed with pleasure."
Luke smiled bitterly in his heart.
The powerful strength brought unparalleled confidence and security, but the "side effects" in certain aspects also required him to find suitable ways to vent and… resolve them?
He shook his head, temporarily suppressing these alluring thoughts, and stepped into the bath already filled with hot water.
The warm water enveloped his powerful body, bringing extre comfort.
The three maids also collected themselves and began earnestly serving him in the bath.
However, their gazes would unconsciously drift toward that figure, faintly visible through the misty steam, full of strength and beauty, each with their own thoughts.
Annie was satisfied yet carried a trace of worry, afraid she couldn't satisfy her master.
Emma was jealous mixed with increasingly strong desire and unwillingness — clearly she wanted to be the first to offer herself?!
Michelle was purely curious and a kind of innocent attraction.
Luke closed his eyes, enjoying the girls' gentle service, but his mind was racing.
The physical foundation was now solid. Next, according to the plan, he should invest attribute points into [Intelligence], [Spirit], or [Elental Affinity].
Although this world had a low-magic background, the Citadel, the Alchemists' Guild, the Children of the Forest, the Others, and even the legendary Valyrian magic…
All hinted at the existence of the "mysterious side."
Raising Intelligence and Spirit to the human limit of 10 points might open a brand-new door for him, allowing him to perceive, learn, and even use the unknown powers that might exist in this world.
He told everyone he was the noble "Heavenly Dragon" with "magical bloodline"… probably no one believed it. But when the ti ca and he could really "hand-rub" magic, it would definitely shock everyone's jaws off!
Just like saying "fuck your mom" every day… no one believes it, but one day you actually do it…
That scene.
Who would dare imagine that scene?
It's simply living in Florida, a professional shitposter.
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