Unused Stat Points:
10
"Dang." No wonder his body ached from his level up. Combined with his stat gains and Title bonuses, his stats were getting up there. Well, everything except his Strength, Agility, Dexterity, and Perception. They were still his lowest, most not even above ten.
Felix still had no clue on the average baseline for stats, especially for natives of this place. Assuming ten was average, he definitely didn't want anything below that. He had 10 stat points to allocate now, and he mentally set aside half of them to get all his lagging stats up to ten.
Where should the rest go?
Vitality was linked to his Health, obviously. Each point in that seemed to add five points to his maximum Health score. Endurance was definitely linked to Stamina, but something else was mixing in there too...perhaps Strength? Same with Mana, with Willpower being the driving force, with maybe Intelligence adding some extra?
So increasing those would increase his three main attributes. His Mana was largely useless, and his Race and Omen bonuses took care of both Willpower and Intelligence so increasing it was pointless at this time. Health and Stamina were always good to have, especially since he kept nearly dying. But both Vitality and Endurance were pretty high already, and he was still getting the shit kicked out of him.
His natural instinct was to avoid damage altogether, and that would mean increasing his Agility which seemed to affect speed and flexibility. Maybe upping Agility and increasing his Dodge Skill? Maybe. He had theory-crafted for many different games in his day, but making decisions like this when his actual life was on the line was hard.
Felix took a breath and allocated his points.
A rush of energy filled his body, the stat points altering his muscles and nerves and who knew what else. It wasn't painful this time just weird, and immediately after his entire body felt oddly tingly.
He called up his stats.
Health:
75/75
Stamina:
105/105
Mana:
119/119
STR:
10
PER:
10
VIT:
15
END:
20
INT:
19
WIL:
22
AGL:
14
DEX:
10
So Strength definitely affects the Stamina total. It adds, what, one point of Stamina per two points of Strength? He nodded to himself, happy to have solved that small mystery.
Felix stood up and stretched. His joints popped and he could have sworn his muscles creaked. He flexed his hands and looked down at his fleshy torso and tattered jeans. Was he getting more defined? It was really hard to tell without a mirror. He felt stronger, he thought, and his movements felt smoother maybe?
Shaking his head, Felix looked at the grub. It's body was battered and mashed to bloody pulp on the log it was born in, though it's face was mostly intact. This was due to the strange hard pieces all around it's face and jelly-like eyes. Having left his walking stick back at the treeline, he found a thin discarded branch to poke at the corpse, pushing it's face...until two jagged pincers latched onto it.
"Ahh!" He stumbled backward, letting go of the stick as he groped for another stone.
But the grub didn't move.
He drew closer, and the grub was just as lifeless as before. Its pincers were fixed firmly around the stick, holding the piece of wood nearly vertical. He must have hit some muscle or something, making it latch on. Felix grabbed the stick firmly and tried to yank it away, but the pincers were lodged nearly halfway through it, about a quarter of an inch. A few sharp tugs and the stick broke.
Huh.
Felix looked at the broken branch in his hand and back at the pincers. He had a weird idea. He didn't know if it would work, if it was even possible, but he did know one thing:
"This is gonna be gross."