[Sea Floor, Artic Ocean, Earth]

*Crack*

"Grandpa! How long do we have to stay here, I'm getting cold!"

"Not to much longer love, not much longer."

"But you said that 3 days ago!" Complained Silvey

"Yes I did, but that was before someone decidied to collaspe our camp on us."

Gramps and Silvey had been camping in a ice dome on the bottom of the Artic Ocean as they farmed some legendary creatures, sadly they forgot to account for the ice above them shifting. Thus resulting in a literal fuck ton of ice above them, ice so strong that even Gramps at level 300 couldnt easily break it.

"Well Silvey at least we leveled up alot here, hmm let me check how many levels I got, [Status}!"

{??????} (AN:Wait, you seriously thought I would spoils such temptation without a build up? HA, like hell will you ever learn his real name that way)

{Race - High Human}

{Occupation - Gramps}

{Level - 562}

{Progress to next level .00001%}

{Physical Strength - 1967+}

{Show individual muscles?}

{Intelligence - 843+}

{Show Sub categories?}

{Remaining stat points - 0}

{Show Titles?}

{Show Skills?}

{Show Masteries?}

{Show Quest?}

{Show Blessings?}

{Show Curses?}

{Show [email protected]#?#@~! ?}

(AN:.......... So maybe he is a tad Higher than level 300)

"Hmm, seems the past 3 months has been worth it, afterall I gained 50 levels. How about you Silvey?" Asked Gramps

"I got to level 237 Gramps, Hehe, before you know it I'll be stronger than you." replied Silvey

"Hoho? Is that so young lady? You have to get stronger than Sir Fuffly first" chided Gramps

The being in question was currently snoring loudly from the other side of the room, he had just reached level 399 yesterday and was working his way through the bottle neck. Oh? Bottle neck you ask? Youn see its pretty simpl-

"Hey there gramps looks like you need a hand!" Shouted down ???????

Gramps looks up through the recently made hole and sighs

"Great, the last person I wanted to see today" Gramp says under his breath