I Have Maxed Out Every Attribute

After transmigrating to an alien planet, I can absorb the attributes dropped by others.

"What? You won't let me join the Combat Department?"

"The military even put me on its blacklist?"

"I'm a veteran who transmigrated here. I've had enough."

With maxed-out strength, I'm a grandmaster who can punch straight through a planet. Care to see what that looks like?

With maxed-out defense, a meteor hit me and blew itself up.

With maxed-out speed, I can travel from a planet's North Pole to its South Pole in one second.

The five elements? I can casually play around with them and lay waste to the world.

Darkness and light?

Change things up, mix black and white, and make a whole new look. That's more fun.

"Forget it, don't ask me to fight. Seriously. I've even crushed three of those guys who call themselves gods. Fighting you would be no fun."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.