I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 563: The Transformation of Izak

In battles between foes of the same level, beyond the variety and effectiveness of skills, attributes play the decisive role.

Consider, for instance, the showdown between Xiyue and Cheng Xiao.

Each is a War God-level powerhouse wielding Supreme Law, equipped with skills honed through their cultivation paths.

Cheng Xiao may be a genius, yet the resources typical for such talents usually only boost their innate skills up to the Forbidden Curse level.

Not every professional is an anomaly like Lin Yi, who boasts near-endless skill points to elevate newly gained skills post-job change straight to the Forbidden Curse tier.

Xiyue enjoys a minor edge in skill variety.

Her extra Gunfighter profession grants her command over an entirely separate skill set.

With attributes roughly matched, their confrontation clearly tilts the scales toward Xiyue.

If each wielded just one skill set, attributes would determine the victor.

Lin Yi clenched his fists, a thrill surging through him.

Nothing beats the rush of overpowering a higher-level foe.

Why could Lin Yi, despite his level and the overwhelming attributes from his bloodline, hold his own against beasts like the Crimson Makara? It all stemmed from his arsenal of high-tier skills.

Scanning the skill details on his panel, Lin Yi sensed the immense power churning within.

To put it plainly, even stuck at Seventh Transformation, Lin Yi felt certain he could crush the Crimson Makara outright and safeguard Blue Star.

Buzz!

Buzz Buzz!

Blinding white lights erupted one after another from Lin Yi’s frame, unrelenting.

After numerous fights and dominating the Deep Sea Tower with sheer might, Lin Yi had lost track of his excess experience.

The spectacular leveling visuals brought vivid life to the frigid cave.

The nonstop upgrade flashes finally ceased when Lin Yi hit level 280.

Lin Yi trembled with exhilaration at that instant.

In this ruthless world where the strong devour the weak, few things rival the bliss of growing stronger.

Had he not aimed to evolve later skills to Forbidden Curse perfection, Lin Yi would have long escaped this Antarctic ice cavern.

On a remote obsidian planet, an unimaginable disaster unfolded.

None among its dwellers foresaw that their world, serene for centuries, would plunge back into turmoil.

Flickering bolts of lightning sporadically lit up the globe.

In the pitch-dark sea, massive waves churned and thundered without end.

Lightning flashes briefly unveiled sections of the realm; in that dim glow, shadowy humanoid forms stood amid the raging surf.

Beneath expansive wings, the gaunt body looked starkly out of place.

Still, the aura of dread pouring from this being was utterly horrifying.

Its elongated avian visage twisted with scorn and disdain.

Gripping a staff aglow with eerie purple radiance, it loomed like an unyielding mountain.

A brawny form knelt in submission before it.

That figure, wrapped in bulging muscles and clad in rugged scale armor, bore shattered dragon horns atop its head.

Electric flashes revealed the gruesome scars marring its flesh.

The lord of Izak Planet, the Crimson Makara, thrashed so badly on home ground—who would credit it?

"What's wrong, Crimson Makara? From your look, you appear reluctant. Regretting your choice today?"

Calamity’s eyes flared with strange dusk-purple fire, its crushing presence silencing the minions trailing it into frozen obedience.

The Crimson Makara strained to rise.

Yet his vitality ebbed swiftly while divine energy savagely corroded him, sapping every ounce of power he mustered.

This ageless sovereign of Izak Star could no longer rise tall with pride.

He resembled a homeless stray mutt in his wretched state.

"Hehe, Calamity, eh? Quite the spectacle."

"I do regret something, but not turning down your offer."

An Upper-Rank God meddling in lower realm matters—the Crimson Makara never dreamed it possible.

His true regret lay not in defeat by Calamity’s lingering divine sense on Izak Planet.

He berated himself for ignoring Lin Yi’s advice, squandering a chance to secure his world’s future and ally with Lin Yi.

Gazing at Izakites compelled to kneel behind Calamity’s divine sense just to survive, the Crimson Makara felt no rage.

Only profound guilt lingered in his soul.

He had failed his planet and people, driving them to agonizing choices.

"I, Crimson Makara, am a proud Ancestral Dragon! In my realm, save the Dragon God, nothing forces me to submit!"

"You foul beast, daring to make me..."

The Crimson Makara was no coward.

But his power had limits.

Against overwhelming might, dignity was all he could cling to.

His words trailed off.

With a thud, his head smashed into the inky depths.

Petty Calamity had already suffered embarrassment in the lower plane once.

How could it stomach such defiance from a puny Crimson Makara?

Thus, mid-sentence, Calamity swung its staff, lopping off the Crimson Makara’s head clean.

Thunder rumbled sporadically.

Rain drummed steadily.

Izak Planet fell eerily quiet, save for the booming thunder and crashing waves.

Without support, the Crimson Makara’s corpse sank slowly into the sea, fated to disappear from this world someday.

"Izak Planet belongs to me now—what will you do about it?"

Sweeping its staff, Calamity summoned a colossal lightning bolt, hundreds of meters wide, hurtling toward the falling body.

Given Calamity’s prior displays, this blow promised devastation.

The Crimson Makara’s remains would likely pulverize into the abyss.

Every kneeling Izakite shuddered as the bolt descended.

They weren’t cowards.

They simply grasped the vast gap with Calamity, opting against pointless struggle.

How many Izakite bodies already moldered under those murky waters?

"Naturally, Lord Calamity."

"As an Upper-Rank God, you deserve our knees. That Crimson Makara refused, but I’ll guide us all to obey!"

"What say you, kin? Follow me under the Upper-Rank God’s banner to conquer Blue Star!"

"Once the Upper-Rank God’s pleased, Izak Planet gains everlasting calm!"

Izak Planet’s deputy leader, Black Abyss, emerged from the throng, lugging his enormous, ponderous tortoise shell.

Lightning’s feeble gleam barely exposed the treachery etched on his features.

All Izakites had beheld it plainly: right before the Crimson Makara’s clash with Calamity, this vile Black Abyss fawned obsequiously at Calamity’s flank.