I Regress if the Villainess Dies! Chapter 6: Chapter 5 Character Stats

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[Welcome Player 'Xian'] [Integrating the player to the System] [Welcome to Rozenfall, Romance and Ruin] [Xian Level 14 Trainee] Montagne Specialized Butler, Conqueror, Dedicated One, (Transmigrator), (Regressor), Shackled One(Sealed Traits Locked: ??? Lvl 18, ??? Lvl 28, ??? Lvl 38) HP 330/330 MP 108/108 AP 193/193 Strength - 23 Agility - 24 Stamina - 22 Endurance - 22 Mana - 18 Luck - 0 Passive Traits [Strong Blood: Traits pass on more easily on kin or descendants] [Conqueror's Eyes: Allows affection level tracking] Magic - Circle 4 Potential. Bonus Points: 42 'It's finally here!' A sinister grin slowly crept up Xian's face, and his eyes curled into crescents. To anyone watching, he might have looked insane, grinning down a bloody corpse. But he only felt triumph. Such is the result of a plan made easy by regression. In the game, the character stat sheet only became available when the player leveled up the first time. That included other functions, unlocked one by one through player experience. The level up function and character sheet was unlocked with completing 'basic assessment and training' event and 'first mob kill'. In his case, the training and assessment was played by the head butler's role, and the trigger for level up was obviously this dead man before him. Player's started at level '1' by default, while NPC's were already anywhere between Level 20 to 40 by the time the story kicked off. But players had the advantage of growth rates, freedom of stat allocation, and pre-assigned titles. 'Fourteen levels in for an extremely strong character like this? Heh, still the same.' He knelt beside the fallen assassin, analyzing his level. This man had to be around Level 50, a monster by early-game standards. Morisson, the head butler, sat somewhere in the 90s. And in this world, those level gaps weren't just numbers, they were leagues apart. Still, he hadn't done most of the damage. The XP gain from a strong opponent was reduced abysmally to avoid exploits being too overpowered, so maybe he got about ten percent of the total he was supposed to get if the system was being generous. The rest either vanished into the void or was claimed by Morisson. A waste, but a loss he can accept. Xian's eyes hovered over his character sheet. His stat points were waiting to be distributed just like a player, but that could wait. Something else caught his attention. Beneath those lines read a message. [The System was made to retain most core functions. However, Save & Load has been disabled due to its nature as a burdensome power to the world. This interface exists only to guide your path, O Dedicated One. We will be watching.] 'Still watching huh?' Xian's grin faded in displeasure, but he didn't care. What would those potentially omnipotent being want with him? He will move as he wished as long as they didn't tell him to stop. "My, our little butler seems to be really enjoying himself." Carmillia's sweet voice flowed like honey laced with venom. At some point, she had strode silently to his side with a syrupy smile, her eyes curling upward as if delighted. Still as mesmerizing as ever. But Xian had long since burned every one of her game sprite’s expressions into memory. And the smile she wore now was not one that promised anything good. 'I’ve caught her interest. But for completely wrong reasons’ . A new butler like him somehow discovered a threat amidst their rank even Moris couldn’t easily detect. Most lords would reward him, but Carmillia will do so with suspicion. That’s the kind of lady she is. "Apologies." He said smoothly, slightly bowing. "I simply pleased to fulfill my duty in protecting my lady." “This servant asks your forgiveness.” He gestured a slight bow towards the villainess. “For the disturbance I’ve caused.” Carmillia continued to approach him, until her unblemished boots were an inch away of the pooling blood. She leaned in, her perfume brushing against his senses like soft silk wrapped around a blade. Her hair grazed his