Charlus looked at each option one by one. He was not idiotic to immediately press the first one. He had to see every option in front of him to be sure that he was taking the right one. He went one by one until he came to the last one.
[Angel of Death]
[Grade SSS]
[You will become the Angel of Death. You will not be able to use skills to affect the physical bodies of enemies. You will only be able to damage the Soul with skills. However, normal damage to the physical body with weapons will double.]
[Damage to the soul will deal 5x Damage]
[You will only be able to use the Scythe as a weapon]
[All Stats will be evenly distributed between all Stats. After level-ups, 2 Stats will be allocated to each stat. Lck will be able to be increased by 10 AP every 10 Levels. SP will increase by 2.]
[1x Standard Angel of Death Equipment]
[Accept Y/N]
Charlus looks down on you, shaking is head in distaste at you who refuses to take privilege. He looks at those who do with satisfaction and those who are hesitating to gift with a motivating smile.