He was not even close.
Even if he saved every point, even if he drained every last ounce of "affection" from his current partners for months, he would still be nowhere near something like a dragon or vampire bloodline.
He let out a long, heavy sigh.
[Told you…] The system said smugly.
"Shut up," Elion muttered flatly.
And here he was thinking he was rich. Turns out, he was barely middle-class in the Bloodline section.
He rubbed his temples slowly.
So that was the reality of things.
If he wanted a ridiculous stat growth again, he would need to either break through mage ranks like a normal… or find some truly absurd opportunity.
His best bet was the Hidden Legacy world.
Until then, he was stuck riding with controlled progression like everyone else.
His eyes flickered back to the Primordial Dragon Bloodline.
Five hundred million points.
He laughed under his breath.
"Fine," he muttered. "If that's what it costs to break the ceiling… then I'll just have to raise it myself."
