NOVEL WEB Chapter 2: 2-Real Men don't need Crit Chance.
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"How could one person possibly do this? Even the weakest goblins here are Level 3 monsters!"
"He's just showing off, I bet. In a little while, he'll come crawling back out all pathetic and alone."
" heard he's a defensive-class awakener, so why's he carrying such a huge blade?"
"Maybe his balls hurt from boredom."
"Sure, he's a defensive class, but what if he's got dreams of being a damage dealer?"
"I'd bet he won't last 20 minutes before he crawls out looking like a fool."
"You're overthinking it. I say we should notify a teacher ASAP, or he'll end up as the second cautionary tale in the school's textbooks."
"Good point, good point. I'll go tell the trial supervisor right now."
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Just after entering the secret realm, Su Mo spotted a green-skinned goblin, less than a meter tall, shambling toward him.
He'd fought one of these things for half a day before and still hadn't managed to kill it.
Sure, he knew the dungeon had reset countless times already, and this wasn't the same goblin he'd faced back then, but that didn't lessen his grudge against these creatures one bit.
Gripping his Guandao with both hands, he stomped the ground hard, charging forward at full speed. With a swift swing—up and down—the blade fell.
A green head soared into the air, blood splattering across the ground.
The monster that once took him half a day to fight was now dead in a single stroke under the weight of his hundred-plus-pound Guandao.
At the same time, he felt his other talent fully awaken.
In this game-invaded world, everyone had their own stats panel.
Without a moment's hesitation, Su Mo opened his.
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Name: Su Mo
Level: 1
Awakened Abilities: Absolute Defense, Heart of Slaughter
Strength: 6
Defense: MAX
Speed: 5
Constitution: 7
Critical Chance: 2%
Skills: None
Free Attribute Points: 1
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Seeing the "MAX" next to his defense and the newly gained free attribute point, Su Mo felt a rush of satisfaction.
Since he was still in the dungeon, he didn't hesitate. He immediately dumped the new point into Strength.
His defense was already off the charts; what he lacked now was raw power for damage.
To deal damage, you had to survive—and he was already 100% guaranteed to live.
Next up: Strength meant damage!
As that single free attribute point went into Strength, he felt the 60-plus-kilogram Guandao in his hands instantly lighten by over 12 kilograms.
His heart raced with excitement. If he could kill five or six more goblins, wouldn't he be swinging this thing one-handed soon?
Add The Red Hare to the mix, and wouldn't he be a modern-day Guan Yu1?!
But before he could fantasize too long—maybe it was the smell of blood, or maybe it was just because he'd entered the dungeon—three more goblins, identical to the first, charged at him.
With his first kill under his belt, Su Mo was far more confident this time.
A single swing of the Guandao sliced one goblin clean in half.
The other two, as if triggered by something, sped up and rushed him even faster.
But Su Mo didn't even bother dodging the two goblins charging him.
Their spiked clubs slammed into him with loud bangs.
For anyone else, an attack like that would've shattered bones and torn muscles.
Yet Su Mo stood there like nothing happened, calmly pulling back his Guandao, raising it high, and slashing down again—claiming another goblin's life.
Two swings later, two more corpses hit the ground.
He dumped all 3 new free attribute points into Strength.
Now at 10 Strength, the Guandao—which once required both hands—he could now swing with just one.
Marching forward, he was like a warrior in unrivaled mode.
He completely ignored the goblins' attacks. Each swing of his Guandao took a life.
Every life meant another free attribute point.
In just 10 minutes, he'd racked up 26 free attribute points.
If he dumped all those into Strength, forget Level 1 damage-dealing classes—even Level 3 burst-damage classes wouldn't hold a candle to him.
Of course, he meant flat damage output. Burst classes had one special trick: their Critical Chance was absurdly high.
Critical Chance governed crit rate and crit damage.
But Su Mo didn't care for that. Real men dealt solid, reliable damage—relying on crits was for weaklings.
Once he stacked his Strength high enough, every punch would be a mushroom cloud. Let them gamble on crits then.
After slaying another 10 goblins in a row, a golden light flashed over him—he'd hit Level 2.
All stats rose by 1, and he gained an extra free attribute point.
Opening his panel:
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Name: Su Mo
Level: 2
Awakened Abilities: Absolute Defense, Heart of Slaughter
Strength: 11
Defense: MAX
Speed: 6
Constitution: 8
Critical Chance: 3%
Skills: None
Free Attribute Points: 37
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With 37 free attribute points, he was itching to dump them all into Strength.
But after glancing at his measly 8 Constitution, he hesitated, then put 15 points into it, bringing Constitution to 23.
Constitution meant stamina and endurance.
No way was he—a real man lugging a massive Guandao—going to swing it for three minutes and then pant on the sidelines for half an hour.
The remaining 22 points went straight into Strength, rocketing it to 33.
For most normal classes, breaking 30 in a single stat took reaching Level 10.
Yet here was Su Mo, at just Level 2, already hitting that mark. Truly terrifying.
He felt insanely strong now.
Against goblins like these, he wouldn't even need the Guandao—one punch could smash their skulls.
As if on cue, six more goblins appeared.
This time, Su Mo slammed his Guandao into the ground, the hilt sinking 30 centimeters deep, standing firm.
He clenched his fists lightly, cracking his knuckles with crisp pops.
With a quick lunge, he threw a punch—boom—a goblin's head exploded like a watermelon.
In moments, all six goblins were dead from three punches and two kicks.
Looking at the 6 new free attribute points, his heart swelled with joy.
For the next several dozen minutes, Su Mo strolled through the dungeon, singing as he mowed down goblin after goblin, heading deeper into their cave.
Meanwhile, the outside world was buzzing.
The two teachers guarding the trial realm entrance had faces dark as iron.
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