I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 195: The Quiet Skill That Breaks the Game

In the stillness of Emberlight's inner sanctum, Isaac stood before a pale-blue system interface, his fingertips hovering just above it. Nothing rumbled. No dramatic pulses of flame. Just a line of text glowing quietly:

[Devourer Omega Matrix – Ω Rank]Soul consumed.+1 Skill Gained: [Pulse of the Ninth Veil – Rank EX]Analyzing Compatibility...Suitability: LOWDisposition: PASSIVE / ILLUSORY / MIND-LAYER MANIPULATIONRecommended Action: DECOMPOSE or REASSIGN

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Isaac studied the summary.

An EX-rank skill.

Valuable by any normal measure.

But not for him.

"Mind-layer disruption?" he muttered. "Too niche. Too slow."

His finger tapped the next function without hesitation.

[Skill Fusion Protocol – Rank EX] – ActiveSacrificing: [Pulse of the Ninth Veil – Rank EX]Target Skill: [Stat Rechannel – Rank B]Fusion Efficiency: 100%Fusing...

[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX] Created

Effect:– Instantly reallocate any portion of Isaac's stat pool.– No cooldown.– May be used mid-combat or continuously.– Requires confirmation to lock each reallocation.

—

There was no divine tremor. No cascade of celestial horns.

Only silence.

Isaac let out a breath and leaned back slightly, expression unreadable.

But behind his stillness, calculations spun like knives.

No cooldown.

That sounded simple.

Too simple.

But it wasn't.

—

Minutes later, he stood in the lower courtyard of Emberlight, facing a monolithic slab of condensed spiritual iron. A training relic—twice as dense as any natural stone, resistant even to divine flame.

He extended his hand.

"[Stat Rechannel]," he whispered.

His body tingled—not from pain, but from potential.

Strength: 84,000All other stats: minimum viable thresholds

—

He took one step.

And struck.

No magic. No aura. Just flesh and force.

The result wasn't impact—it was annihilation.

The slab didn't crack. It vanished, erased by the shockwave. The blast shredded nearby air currents and carved a trench down the training yard, ripping through enchanted rock and warded tiles like wet paper.

From across the courtyard, Asmodeus turned at the sound—eyebrows lifting.

"…You weren't kidding."

Isaac shook out his wrist and gave her a sheepish look.

"Remind me to build more open space next time."

—

He reset everything instantly.

[Stat Rechannel – EX]Strength: 10,000Endurance: 10,000Intelligence: 10,000Other stats: Balanced

Stability returned. His heartbeat steadied. His limbs realigned.

And that was the real power.

Not destruction.

Flexibility.

If he faced an unstoppable blow, he'd allocate everything to Endurance and stand tall. If an enemy blurred faster than sight, he'd become pure Agility. If a soul-rending curse came for him, he'd become Willpower incarnate.

And when it was done?

He'd reset. Calm. Balanced. Ready again.

No timer. No drawback.

Only control.

—

"You didn't just gain a weapon," Asmodeus said, stepping closer. "You gained freedom from limits."

Isaac nodded once, eyes fixed on his palm.

"It's not flashy. It doesn't glow."

Then he clenched his hand.

"But if I ever need to end something… this will let me do it with one punch."

She arched a brow. "That sounds suspiciously like flirting."

Isaac smiled faintly.

"Only if you're into planetary recoil."

She rolled her eyes, then laughed softly.

But even she knew—

The world would never see this upgrade coming.

And when it did…

It would be too late.