Taehyun’s plan to increase his physical stats was coming along smoothly. If the opponent had awakened melee skills, his Strength and Stamina mainly increased. In the case of magic-type skills, his Stamina, Speed, and Mana stats increased.
His hard work hadn’t been in vain, as his Charm stat was also rising from time to time due to the opponent’s unexpected admiration.
Oblivious of such growth, the other applicants and proctors shook their heads, but Taehyun didn’t care if they misunderstood him.
“Applicant Taehyun Kim. Will you continue with your next match?”
“Yes.”
“Go heal yourself over there. You have thirty minutes to recover. We will notify your next opponent before then.”
The schedule was tight, but he didn’t complain to the proctor. Because he was the one continuing the matches, knowing very well that this was what would happen.
Thud. He sat himself down in a corner of the treatment room and looked around. Every time a match proceeded, the applicants became a tattered mess, and the healers of the Association bustled about hurriedly, healing those applicants.
Waiting for his turn, he turned his gaze to the stadium filled with hundreds of cages. The second tes...
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