Achievement Shop's Infinite Potential

This much was enough to draw a single exclamation of awe.

But then...

The moment Mu-hyuk saw the next item, he unwittingly gasped.

"Gasp...!"

He'd never even imagined items like this existed.

Crazy. This is real.

He was more shocked than when he'd raided Kairon Baekjak's secret vault.

No, beyond shock—it was mind-blowing.

If he bought up just the Physical Attack Power potions...

At 3 points each, he could get 33 of them with his total.

That was damage equivalent to +11 Strength.

And permanently.

Plus, since they weren't gear, there were no restrictions.

He'd discovered the path to unlimited growth.

This is huge intel.

What if he leaked it to the world?

His heart pounded at the thought.

No way he'd reveal it lightly.

Even knowing about it, points weren't easy to farm—but you never knew.

Better to stay cautious.

His thoughts stopped there.

Now, time to decide what to buy with his achievement points.

Hmm, potions first.

He grabbed the HP and MP Potions.

The HP Potions would come in handy someday.

Next...

Skip Magic Attack and Magic Defense.

Left with Physical Attack Power, Defense, Vitality, and Mana.

Buy evenly?

After some thought, he grabbed 4 Defense and 4 Vitality Potions.

Same logic as picking the high-vitality, high-defense armor from Kairon's vault.

26 points left.

He bought 8 Physical Attack Power Potions.

Down to 2 points—no hesitation, he grabbed 2 more HP Potions.

Maybe because his points hit zero, or time was up.

Either way, the light faded, and the door opened.

"You can come out now."

The priest greeted Mu-hyuk.

"Ah, yeah."

The high priest eyed him curiously but asked nothing.

Mu-hyuk had no desire for chit-chat either—just a quick thanks, and he left the temple.

To avoid eyes, he rented a room at a nearby inn, pulled out the potions from his inventory, and downed them.

Gulp, gulp.

A refreshing chill slid down his throat.

The performance outshone even the taste—a smile crept across his face.

Alright, now...

Time to deal with whoever tried to kill him.

*

The Black Guild's vice leader.

He still hadn't forgotten the necromancer who'd humiliated him.

He'd heard Heukrang got wrecked by the guy but brushed it off. Just Heukrang being an idiot.

A necromancer, of all things.

Pathetic, even now.

"Tch."

Just ignore the summons.

Kill the player—simple. Failing that? Idiot.

He'd planned to recruit him to the guild but changed his mind.

No room for morons.

He'd ordered someone else to handle it, but with no leads on the guy's location, things were on hold.

Time passed, and he'd nearly forgotten the necromancer.

"Vice leader!"

"What?"

"A video just went up on the Illusion homepage!"

A video? What the—

His guildmate explained.

"Y'know that necromancer you wanted dead..."

Then someone kicked the door open.

A face burning with rage.

The vice leader shot up and approached.

"Bro, what's up...?"

"You little shit."

"W-Why? What'd I—"

Even killers had families. The vice leader terrified guildmates, but to the guild leader—his big brother—he was a lamb.

"You still out there PKing?"

"W-What? I didn't—"

The guild leader grabbed his collar.

"I told you to quit!"

He hadn't seen his brother this pissed in ages.

Meant he knew.

No point dodging.

Time to grovel.

"S-Sorry. I'm sorry."

The vice leader's pitiful apology only chilled the guild leader's expression further.

"Putting you as vice was my mistake."

He opened the guild ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠menu.

"B-Bro? What're you—"

Ignoring him, the guild leader tapped the air.

"Bro! What the hell!"

Vice leader Yonghu's face hardened.

"You're on your own from now on. Stay the hell away from Black Guild territory. And those guys you kept personally? I handled them all. Got it?"

His brother's words drilled into his ears.

*

The 'Today's Hot Issue' video on the Illusion homepage drew eyes.

The title was plenty provocative.

The video showed the necromancer hunting Red Tigers last time, briefly approached by a Black Guild member offering recruitment.

Scene shift: five approaching the necromancer.

Short talk.

Necromancer asks if Black Guild sent them.

One twitches his brow.

Confirmation enough.

Black Guild.

Then they attack for absurd reasons—viewers felt instant irritation.

But it got worse.

The five weren't even in a party among themselves, let alone recruiting.

But things didn't go as expected.

The necromancer, who looked dead meat, turned the tables on them.

And looted two items at the end—the satisfaction was unreal.

Mu-hyuk smiled faintly at the comments.

This should get a reaction.

If the guild leader was behind the PK, the whole guild would mobilize.

If underlings, they'd get punished accordingly.

Either way, pissed off, they'd hunt him with everything.

I've changed for sure.

The timid side was mostly gone.

Maybe the game got to him...

But he liked this version of himself.

No more getting trampled.

No more cowering.

Eight years paralyzed was enough misery.

He cleared his mind and logged off the homepage.

Hiss.

Into the capsule, connected to Illusion, and checked his status for the first time in a while.

Insane stats.

Especially Defense at 109...

Base 44.

Striking Steel Armor: 40.

Potions: +4.

Other gear pushed it to 109 total.

HP and MP over 3k.

Regen was... thanks to MP recovery accessories, but still lacking.

Full summons cost 75 MP every 10 seconds.

450 per minute. Even with regen, over 50 MP drained per minute.

Maintainable for about 60 minutes max.

Reverse-summon three Bone Swords for sustainability, four and MP actually recovers.

But Mu-hyuk wanted perfection.

Someday, hundreds of summons—MP shortages then would mean sending dozens back.

Couldn't have that.

No matter how strong his personal stats, he was a necromancer.

Summons were his main firepower.

My own power's just a bonus.

So gear like this.

Stats built this way.

Eyes closed, envisioning the future.

Like this, then that.

Flash.

He opened his eyes with a grin.

Come soon, that day.