My Strength Stat Is Two Billion

Karls, a miserable and exhausted serf, was living a wretched life.

One day, while doing labor as usual, he picked up a piece of scrap metal.

[You have absorbed 1 Strength stat.]

From that day on, after hearing that unfamiliar voice, he awakened the memory of his past life.

Now he would no longer be a serf, but would be reborn as a saint, a sage, and a con artist.

Then a knight brazenly picked a fight with him.

"You bastard! What did you do? Using such witchcraft."

"How will it end? Listen up, you asshole. My stat is 350 million... hm. Wait a moment."

Karls lifted up his chest and called out the number again. The knight asked in disbelief,

"What? What kind of insane nonsense is that?"

"If you don’t know, then die!"