I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 2: Set a Small Goal—First Upgrade Fireball to Forbidden Curse!
Previously on I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second...
What?
One skill point per second?
This golden finger is ridiculously overpowered!
A wave of bewilderment washed over Lin Yi.
Based on his textbook studies,
in this world, nearly all professional skills begin at the novice stage.
Even masters at the Fifth or Sixth Transformation
receive any new ability as a mere Level 1 minor skill.
Further improvements demand dungeon grinding, mission fulfillment, or rare treasures yielding skill points.
Yet gaining those points happens at a snail's pace!
Before the Third Transformation, tough dungeons offer only single-digit rewards at best.
Regular dungeons? Forget it—no skill points in their completion prizes!
Thus, for professionals here, skill levels directly mirror their battle prowess.
Higher skill ranks let you dominate foes even at a lower level.
That's why grinding defines most professionals in this world.
Without endless grinding, skill power can't grow!
Lin Yi? He just crunched some quick numbers mentally.
No effort required from him.
No dungeon runs, no quests.
A full day of lounging nets him 86,400 skill points!
Imagine that scale!
With a fresh skill, Lin Yi could max it to the pinnacle in merely one day!
Others caught Lin Yi's stunned expression,
twisting it into utter disbelief and a massive emotional chasm!
Nothing stings like comparison!
Led by rare-class Jiang Ya and fueled by crowd hopes, it ended like this.
Now they fretted if Lin Yi could handle the letdown.
Offstage, Zhang Shan balled his fists tight.
Post-shock, distress for his buddy surged.
He figured, even without rare-class, Lin Yi deserved uncommon at worst.
Never dreamed it'd be plain mage.
And his starter skill? Fireball Technique.
Mage traits scream clear:
massive AoE, explosive damage dealer.
But flaws abound.
Lengthy chants, paper-thin defense!
Top starter for mages? Frost Arrow.
Ice brings slows and crowd control.
Perfect for kiting and solo grinding.
Fire hits harder but needs heavy guards.
Solo play? Near impossible.
'Lin Yi, don't let it get you down—it's solid!'
'Mage paths stretch endlessly, take the long view, ignore short-term setbacks!'
Up onstage, the old principal forced a grin, clapped Lin Yi's shoulder, and counseled sincerely.
Meanwhile, the audience and reporters buzzed below.
'Top student lands ordinary class...'
'Heh, genius downfall tales are the best!'
'Always hated that smug kid—handsome and smart don't mean invincible!'
'Slapped back to reality, bet he crumbles!'
'Ordinary from here on!'
'Shut it! Like you'd guarantee combat class—you lot might trail Ah Yi!'
Zhang Shan clashed with snarky classmates.
Neck rigid, cheeks burning red.
In the throng, Jiang Ya eyed onstage Lin Yi, regret flickering in her gaze.
No mockery from her.
No scorn for his common awakening.
She knew him inside out.
Three years desk-mates, three years rivals.
Jiang Ya's feelings for Lin Yi tangled deeply.
She conceded: her first true win over him, yet why the gloom?
The principal's pep talk left Lin Yi dazed.
When did I look down?
Can't you tell I'm thrilled to bits?
Er, play it cool.
No, gotta bail—might burst out laughing.
This gift sparked wild schemes in his head.
Books taught him:
pro skills split into nine tiers.
Beyond nine lies the supreme form for every class!
For mages, ninth tier means Forbidden Curse!
Post-Forbidden? Unknown to Lin Yi.
But his starter goal: upgrade Fireball Technique to Forbidden Curse!
Level 1 to 9 demands millions of points!
Lifetimes or centuries for most.
Lin Yi? Barely over ten days.
Lin Yi skipped the rest of the ceremony.
Everyone assumed he sulked.
Perfect cover to dip early!
Lin Yi headed home from school.
Dad Lin Guodong swung the door open.
'How'd it go? What class?'
'Mom prepped a feast waiting.'
Lin Guodong beamed at his boy.
A mere life-class miner, bottom rung and tireless.
Still, proud as punch of Lin Yi.
Mom Xu Qingfang rushed out at the sound, eyes hopeful on Lin Yi.
Lin Yi: 'Mage!'
Lin Guodong and Xu Qingfang shared looks, shock mirrored.
'Solid, solid!'
'Haha, Lin family scores a fighter!'
'Mage rocks! Big DPS, jobs galore!'
'Quick, clean up—dinner time!'
The trio savored a joyful meal.
Lin Guodong uncorked his vintage stash, extra sips tonight.
Even slid Lin Yi a glass—legal age now.
Lin Yi joined lightly to match Dad's cheer.
…
Days raced by, seven gone in a flash.
Lin Yi holed up home those days.
Gaming, scrolling—no outings.
Blissful ease.
Post-awakening, school theory and labs halted.
For Xia's fresh pros,
it's high school done—next month for grinding levels and skills.
Then the yearly national pro college exams.
Top schools boost futures big time.
Peers likely scraped a dozen points in seven days?
Lin Yi lapped them countless times over!