Was there anything he could be genuinely sure of? He knew that even when the system gave a skill, it didn’t necessarily mean one was on the right track. When he’d failed and exploded his own arm by overloading it with stamina, he’d been rewarded with a skill choice—one that was just terrible.
He quickly tried to quench his doubt concerning alchemy first. Gods had observed him doing it, and he had gotten a strong profession upgrade. He could make powerful potions and had acquired so many powerful skills. Even if his path in that regard was suboptimal, it was still good enough.
Borrowing from the confidence in his alchemy, he thought about all the methods in which he used mana. Brewing potions and concocting poisons were reliant on the skills associated with those actions. He wasn’t even s
