The system's message hung before his eyes like a silent sentence, translucent lines floating in the air, too stable to be ignored.
[Name: Damon]
[Age: 19]
[Cultivation: Advanced]
[Race: Incubus, Vampire]
[Talent: Medium]
[Level: 35]
[HP: 3000/3000]
[TO: 86]
[AGL: 92]
[VIT: 76]
[STM: 80]
[INT: 92]
[DEF: 92]
[Blank Points: 40]
[Mana: Cold (Lv.10)]
[Skills: Asmodeus' Touch, Emperor's Impaling Strike (Lv. 10)]
[Traits: Battle Focus, Tamer, Asmodeus's Lust]
[Martial Skill (Swords): Novice]
[Martial Skill (Spears): Novice]
[Cultivation Technique: Crimson Night Devourer (Lv. 10)]
Damon blinked once. Then again.
His brain took a few seconds to process what he was seeing, as if trying to deny the information before even understanding it.
"Incubus… Vampire…" he murmured, his throat still dry, his voice too hoarse to carry immediate indignation.
A strange chill ran down his spine.
