I was a Nerfed Hero in Another World

[Identity status opened…]

[Welcome, Arthur Wyllt]

[Statistical Power- 40]

[Titles]: {Descendant's Hero}

[Species]: {Human}

[Occupation]: {Adventurer}

[Class]: {Knight}

[Level 3] {Next Level->37 /10,000 Experience}

[Stat points]- 0 remaining status points!

[STR]- 5 [VIT]- 7 [MEN]- 2

[DEX]- 3 [INT]- 4

[M. DMG]-1

[CRT]- 2.00%

[H. RATE]- 100.%

[C. DMG]- 2.0%

[DEF]- 4

[P. RES]- 3.0%

[M. RES]- 91.6%

[EVD]- 0.3%

— [Health] --- {8/11 [+1.4 Hp regeneration per minute]

— [Arcana] --- {3/7 [+1.0 Arc regeneration per minute}]

[Passive Ability (Knock-back): If you receive any damage continuously, the following attacks would have lesser impact to you than before. This spell allows you to toughen your defences and multiply your armour by tenfold! (Stacks indefinitely. Health threshold as follows {For every 10% life-points deduction, increase armour by x2}. {if life points reach 50%, increase armour by x5}. {if life points reach 25%, increase armour by x10})

[Passive Ability (Healing Salve): Amplifies any healing done to the character by 1%. (This applies to human regeneration)]

[Phoenix Sphere] is the first ability granted to my character. It was a similar spell to a fireball, but borrowing from the arcane of the mythical creature. That blazing bird chose me as its successor, describing me as the chivalry hero I wanted to become.

"[Swift Slash]!" I shouted.

It was a spell that allowed me to swing my blades in every direction. The ability amplfiied my attacks while guiding my hand at all angles that the oppoent could escape. Although the damage of this spell was little compared to my other skills, it still did its job.