"What the fuck?!"
"What?" Garran asked. Are you not satisfied?"
"Satisfied? This skill is incredible!"
The vendor remained silent. Reidar was new to the apocalypse, since it came around a year ago, but he was already level 557, which also meant he didn't know quite a lot of things, and everything must have appeared incredible to him.
The truth was that the skills and gear weren't great at all. Survivors at this level had far better equipment and abilities on other planets under the Allied Worlds' control.
That was because they crafted their own items and skills, tailored to their fighting style. Reidar didn't have the profession levels to do the same. Even if he did, crafting was still new on Earth, and knowledge about it was scarce. Much of it hadn't been shared—or even discovered yet.
Though for Reidar, the skill was OP. It was just that he didn't really like undead summons.
"I'm glad you like it, but I should remind you—you really need to work on your proficiencies."
