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Chapter 76 Crazy Stat Allocation, Hexagonal Attributes!

Feeling this comforting sensation from the inside out, Logan let out a long, pleasant sigh.

He knew very well that his healing factor would soon return to its peak state. Once the healing factor was fully restored, coupled with skills like thermal vision and annihilation, he would at least be able to protect himself.

Then, we won't need to be so timid and hesitant as we are now.

This life, which is like that of a rat crossing the street, should come to an end!

Logan's lips curled up, then his gaze shifted to the new ability Annihilation. The last time he awakened Thermal Vision was when he broke through 10 points of Prestige.

Logan believes that the awakening of Annihilation was due to his prestige value breaking through 100 points, but he is not sure. After all, his prestige value increased so quickly that he did not notice at what point the new skill was awakened.

However, if the new ability is truly awakened when breaking through 100 points, then it's ten times stronger than the previous one. Similarly, the third time to awaken a new ability requires gaining 1,000 prestige points, the fourth time it's 10,000 points, and the fifth time it's 100,000 points.

Thinking of this, Logan immediately slumped down.

According to this reasoning, even if one gained the prestige of all mutants in the world, one probably wouldn't awaken many skills.

For a moment, Logan was slightly disappointed. Let alone the tens of thousands of prestige points he would get later, he hadn't even broken through to a thousand prestige points yet.

After all, I only have less than 200 points now, and it feels like the hope of awakening my third ability is not in sight anytime soon.

After letting out a long breath, Logan couldn't help but shake his head, but he quickly regained his confidence.

Awakening ability is secondary; what's more important are enhancement points and free points. These two are the absolute factors affecting one's combat power. As long as you have enough points, you have the possibility of infinite evolution!

Enhancing your points can infinitely increase your abilities. For example, thermal vision, if enhanced to a certain level, can even penetrate the entire sun!

And once annihilation is amplified to its extreme, Logan believes that the entire universe, no, all life forms in all parallel universes, will be in his hands!

If one is willing, all living beings will be completely dissolved in annihilation!

All of this requires enhancement points. Without enhancement points, all his skills, including the self-healing factor, would have extremely limited effectiveness.

The number of abilities is not the key; what matters more is the power of the ability and the proficiency in its control. As long as it is enhanced to the extreme, even with just one ability, he can make a name for himself.

It's important to understand that Omega mutants typically have a single ability that has reached its limit, yet even with that, they are still top-tier beings.

Similarly, the same applies to Free Points. As long as you accumulate Free Points and enhance your various attributes, once you reach a certain level, you can achieve a qualitative leap. Even without relying on mutant abilities, just based on physical attributes alone, you could become a god among men.

The increase in points is a tangible improvement, but as for new abilities, Logan thinks it's best not to have too high expectations.

I was lucky the first two times and awakened some pretty good abilities, which was really exciting.

However, these things are likely to be random. If you blindly pursue new abilities, and then finally manage to accumulate a thousand prestige points, only to find that the awakened ability is useless, such as the kind that makes you covered in thorns, then that would be extremely disappointing.

Therefore, points are the main way to enhance oneself in a short period of time.

With that in mind, Logan focused his attention on the 17 free points.

I'd been hoarding these free points, except for the time I rescued Laura. Now that I'm in the shelter, I'm safe for the time being and don't have to worry about too many unexpected situations, so it's time to upgrade my attributes a bit.

Otherwise, no matter how many points you accumulate, it's useless if you can't improve your character.

Logan scanned the various attributes and murmured, "Which one should I add?"

The 17 free points, no matter which attribute you add them to, will bring a qualitative leap to that attribute.

But after a moment's thought, Logan decided that it was better to spread his resources evenly and develop in all aspects. After all, he had enough points to raise all of his attributes.

Without hesitation, Logan increased each of his attributes—strength, agility, speed, defense, and so on—to 10 points.

As his points increased, Logan instantly felt as if his muscles were being rebuilt. His body tensed up, and his muscles evolved rapidly under his skin. In just a moment, the density of his muscles was significantly enhanced.

Logan couldn't help but touch his arm, feeling the new changes in his body. His massive biceps felt as hard as iron at that moment.

Looking at his body, he couldn't help but smile. His current body density was enough to withstand most small-caliber pistol shots. Bullets with slightly weaker penetrating power simply couldn't break through his flesh and would only get stuck in his muscles.

In addition, the increase in strength was also very obvious. He could clearly feel the surging power in his body, like a volcano about to erupt, as if he had inexhaustible strength all over his body.

He looked around and spotted a section of steel pipe in the corner of the room. He couldn't resist taking it in his hand and applying a little force. Five clear handprints instantly appeared on the smooth steel pipe.

Moreover, he didn't even exert much force.

In addition, the increase in speed was also very significant. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains and looked out at the beautiful mountain forest. The birds that flashed by in the sky seemed much slower than usual in his eyes, as if they were playing in slow motion. Logan clearly saw the flapping of their wings and the trajectory of their flight.

He could clearly see the wings of the little bees in the distant flower bushes, and many details that were usually hard to notice were clearly visible in this slow-motion playback.

Moreover, not only did their eyesight improve, but their hearing also became more powerful due to increased agility. The chirping of baby birds in the nests of distant trees was now incredibly clear.

Suddenly, he reached out and pinched, instantly trapping a noisy fly between his two fingers.

Watching the fly struggling between his fingers, Logan smiled broadly once again.

Nowadays, my physical fitness, senses, and speed have all improved by at least three times compared to before!

You have to understand, his attributes were already pretty good, but now they've suddenly tripled, it's like a qualitative change, and he's been reborn!

Logan flicked the fly out of his fingers, drew the curtains, and sat back down on the bed.

After all the upgrades, I now have four free points left.

Logan turned his attention to the last two attributes that hadn't gained any points: combat skills and intelligence.

His fighting skills were naturally second to none; even without leveling up, he still had a full 7 points.

It should be noted that 7 points is already very high, absolutely world-class level. This body's natural talent is not high, but its fighting skills have been accumulated and honed over hundreds of years.

As for the latter's intelligence, it was only 5 points. Logan looked at that column and raised his eyebrows.

It seems that this attribute panel is not entirely correct, and the data can be wrong sometimes. How could my intelligence only be 5 points?

This is absolutely fake!

Logan didn't hesitate to add 10 points to his fighting skills.

In an instant, a wealth of fighting skills and experience flooded his mind. Many of his combat techniques and subconscious reactions to unexpected situations were enhanced as his points increased. Now, even if he were to fight a dozen elite special forces soldiers in close combat with his bare hands, he would be more than capable.

With only one free point left, Logan is now focusing his attention on his remaining Intelligence.

He doesn't think that intelligence here refers to the degree of cleverness. It's not arrogance, but rather that he feels his IQ shouldn't be only five points.

The intelligence here should be a numerical value related to knowledge and mental abilities.

If he were to reach the pinnacle, he would become omniscient, and perhaps like the professor, he could control others with his mind, and would also gain a certain degree of mental defense, such as the professor being unable to easily control himself.

However, Logan believes that at this stage, this improvement is not of much use to him.

Intellectual needs are not something that can be significantly impacted by a single point or ten points.

To significantly improve intelligence, countless free points would likely be required. Logan doesn't have that much time to focus on improving intelligence right now; other attributes are obviously more important at this stage.

However, he still put the last bit of effort into intelligence.

As he expected, there were no significant changes.

dong dong dong.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Lorna's voice came through.

"Logan, the cafeteria is open. It's time for dinner."

"Coming right away."

Logan quickly suppressed his thoughts, got up, opened the door, and, along with Lorna, woke up the others and helped the professor into his wheelchair before heading to the cafeteria.

"Our cafeteria opens and closes on time. You'll have to remember the opening hours from now on, or you'll miss out on food."

Lorna led the way, while also turning back to remind the others.

Led by her, the group arrived at the so-called canteen, which was very simple. It was made entirely of sheet metal and, although it was built to be quite large, the facilities were very basic, with only rows of tables and chairs and almost no decorations. It was very simple.

The room was already full of people, chatting away. The ceiling fans hanging overhead creaked and turned slowly, but the breeze they brought was not enough to dispel the stuffy heat inside.

Lorna led them to a few empty tables and sat them down, smiling as she said, "Now, including you, there are a total of 131 mutants in the entire shelter. Except for a few who need to stand guard outside the farm, we're all basically here."

Logan glanced around; these mutants were of varying ages, the oldest being fifty or sixty, and the youngest only two or three years old.

They sat in the tin canteen, but they didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, they laughed happily when they talked.

Logan watched this scene and couldn't help but feel emotional. The outside world was chaotic, and both the government and the citizens harbored great malice towards mutants.

For mutants, having such a suitable environment for survival and mutual dependence can indeed be called the Garden of Eden.

Just as Logan was feeling sentimental, several people suddenly pushed a food cart in from outside. One person pushed the cart, another took food out of the cart and handed it to the people at the table, and a third person was responsible for holding a notebook so that everyone taking food could register in it.

Logan pointed, puzzled, to the person registering in a notebook and asked Lorna, "What's that person doing?"

Victor also noticed this unusual situation and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that we can register what we want to eat, and the cafeteria can prepare it in the afternoon?"

Lorna smiled and shook her head. "No, the food in the cafeteria is supplied uniformly, and everyone gets the same food. That's just for registration. The purpose is to make it easier to count the amount of food each person receives, to avoid the predicament of food shortage, and also to give the person preparing the food a certain amount so as not to make too much and cause waste."

As they spoke, the food delivery person arrived beside them. The food cart was full of food, including normal portions for adults and smaller, more refined children's meals.

The person in charge of distributing the food handed the food to several people and took out a notebook to ask them to register.

Logan looked at the ledger filled with names, and although he had some doubts, he still signed his name.

The food prepared by the cafeteria today was very simple: roasted potatoes, meat soup, and some vegetables and sausages. Since it was a large-scale meal, the taste was naturally not very delicious, but that's understandable.

After all, it was a community of mutants, and everyone's expenses could only be covered by the farm's income. As long as they were fed and clothed, no one would ask for anything too lavish, and everyone ate happily.

Caliban was thoroughly enjoying himself; in this safe place, he would have been willing to eat nothing but bread.

After taking a few bites, Logan suddenly thought of the prison where he rescued Lorna and couldn't help but ask her, "There were quite a few mutants imprisoned in that prison before. Why didn't you go and rescue them? If those people joined you, the shelter's strength would be enhanced, right?"

Although the shelter currently has over a hundred people, enough to withstand some small attacks, it seems that these people would not be enough in the event of a major crisis.

Since he wanted to build a sanctuary to protect mutants, Logan felt he should do everything he could to increase the number of mutants and secure their survival.

Lorna smiled and shook her head. "Logan, you need to understand that the shelter's purpose is to protect mutants, but not just anyone can join. If some notorious criminals were allowed in, they would probably turn the whole shelter upside down."

"Moreover, not everyone can adapt to the shelter's management style, such as the various rules like eating on time, applying to go out, and not being allowed to go out after 10 o'clock. Many people cannot adapt to these rules."

Lorna sighed and pointed to the food on the table, "Then there are resources. Our resources here are limited. After all, it's really hard to support too many people with just one farm. Besides, not all mutants are friends. We only accept friends."

Logan then nodded in realization.

While the shelter is meant to protect mutants, it's clear that not just any mutant will be admitted. This is understandable, as too many people would create a chaotic mix, making management difficult and threatening safety.

Just then, Lorna suddenly stopped eating and looked towards the door with a smile. "Micah's here."

Logan and the others turned around and saw McCa walk in with a smile.

He was clearly familiar with everyone in the shelter, greeting each person warmly and asking about trivial matters.

He quickly approached Logan and the others at their table, smiling as he said, "Hello everyone, how's it going? Are you enjoying the food? If you have any requests, please let us know, and we can adjust the taste of the food as needed, within permissible limits."

"No need, this is already very good."

Logan smiled and nodded in response.

"That's good."

McCain smiled, then straightened up, glanced around the cafeteria, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, excuse me for interrupting your mealtime. Let me introduce some new companions who have joined our shelter: Wolverine Logan, Professor X Charles, and some of their friends."

"These two were once X-Men, and I believe everyone here has heard of them. Today, it is an honor for them to join our family."

As McCain's voice faded, everyone turned to look at Logan and Charles, clapping excitedly.

Although the X-Men have completely declined, they remain an irreplaceable symbol among mutants, and are clearly very welcome to their members.

McCa reached out and pressed down, stopping the applause that echoed throughout the cafeteria. "Let's continue eating. We'll all see each other often in the future."

After saying that, he smiled and said to Logan and the others, "It seems that everyone is very welcoming to your arrival. I hope you have a good time here."

Logan smiled awkwardly; he was quite unaccustomed to being watched and applauded by everyone.

Charles, on the other hand, handled the situation with ease, responding with a smile, "Thank you for the hospitality. I am confident that I will be able to spend the last days of my life here."

McCain smiled and nodded, then leaned down to Logan and whispered, "Logan, after you finish eating, take your friend to my office. I have something to discuss with you."

His voice was slightly serious, as if he had something important to say.

After a moment's thought, Logan nodded and said, "Okay, we'll go over after we finish eating."

He guessed that McCain was probably planning to assign them tasks, probably some rather troublesome ones, otherwise he wouldn't have done so so soon after they arrived at the shelter. Clearly, he didn't have enough people at his disposal.

However, Logan didn't think of refusing. Now that he was living in someone else's shelter and had become a member of the shelter, he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He still had to contribute what he was supposed to.

Upon hearing Logan's response, McCa relaxed, smiled, and nodded. "Let's eat first. Enjoy your meal. I'll wait for you in my office."

(End of this chapter)