God-level Attribute System!

God-level Attribute System!

It was night.

The sky gradually darkened.

The vast and boundless Saint Demon Continent welcomed the curtain of night.

It enveloped Tor Town, an utterly unremarkable settlement among countless human towns.

In this world with hardly any entertainment, there was no extravagant nightlife of revelry and indulgence.

Because although not everyone was qualified to become a knight,

the Ten Codes of Knights still invisibly influenced the locals in town.

Other than secretly making babies behind closed doors,

or lonely craftsmen silently shedding tears,

many other enjoyable activities were expressly forbidden.

Therefore,

the entire town was quiet as dusk fell.

But soon,

the original peace and tranquility were suddenly shattered.

Because some things would not obediently abide by those so-called knightly codes.

"Roar!"

In an instant,

a beast-like howl resounded over the town.

Startled awake, Long Fan opened his bleary eyes.

Still somewhat dazed, he quietly climbed out of bed.

He came to the window and pulled aside a corner of the curtain.

Then he peered outside.

But Tor Town had already completely lost its former serenity and peace.

Fires blazed in many places, scattering sparks everywhere.

Crying, screams, and thunderous sounds of destruction filled every corner of the town.

Long Fan saw at least a thousand towering, muscular monsters clad in black armor.

They were wolf-headed humanoids, wreaking havoc throughout the town.

The monsters brandished specially made curved blades and viciously hacked at the townspeople.

Amid the slaughter, countless miserable screams rang out without end.

The monsters' savage wolf howls also sounded continuously, as though they were exhilarated.

They danced in slaughter and reveled amid blossoms of blood.

Outside had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The heavy stench of blood drifted in through every crack and corner of the little house.

It made Long Fan want to vomit.

But just then,

a hissing sound suddenly rang out beside his ear.

It was incredibly close.

Yet Long Fan could not immediately identify where that strange sound was coming from.

His nerves instantly tensed.

It was dim both inside and outside the house.

With an ordinary person's vision, it was difficult to quickly determine where that suspected monster was hiding.

But the hissing sounded again.

Long Fan's entire body broke out in goosebumps.

Then a drop of inexplicably cold saliva fell onto the crown of his head.

His scalp tingling, he looked toward the roof.

He saw that a large hole had somehow been torn through the thatch.

Within it, a pair of enormous, blood-red vertical pupils stared at him.

A little lower was a pair of huge, dazzlingly white protrusions, occasionally glinting in the faint moonlight shining into the room.

Before he could make out the monster's full appearance, its blood-red eyes, each as large as a lamp, flashed with an eerie light.

Long Fan's whole body turned to stone.

Starting from his legs, petrification rapidly spread across his lower body.

It climbed from bottom to top, stiffening his entire body at an accelerating pace.

When only his head remained and it too was nearly petrified, the serpent-shaped monster opened its blood-filled maw.

It bit down at Long Fan, who had been petrified until only his eyeballs remained.

This time, he barely managed to see it clearly. It was Medusa, a beautiful yet vicious serpent demoness.

Crack!

Terrified beyond measure, Long Fan could no longer hold back and screamed.

"Ah!"

Covered in cold sweat, Long Fan abruptly woke from his dream.

Fuck!

That weird dream again!?

Still shaken, he looked around.

He found that he had not been petrified and shattered to pieces.

He was still inside the little wooden house.

It was just that the dream had felt far too real.

Even Medusa's body curves had been so lifelike that it was like being immersed in a 3D adult film.

Every time, it scared him into a cold sweat.

Long Fan took a deep breath and threw back the blanket.

He slowly got out of bed.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then he directly opened the door.

A ray of light shone straight at him.

Good.

Thank goodness.

Everything was as usual.

The Morning Sun had just risen.

Its light and warmth gently caressed the earth.

It was as though it were awakening life and a new day.

This was Tor Town, under Bright Moon City on the southern border of the Saint Hall Alliance, beside Odin Town—

an even more unremarkable town.

Because a Thunder Knight had once come from here, it was named Tor Town.

The name meant "Thunder God" in the western tongue.

It was much the same logic as the neighboring Saint Soul Village.

Long Fan was a transmigrator, yet also not a transmigrator.

When he had first arrived in the Divine Throne World, he had been tremendously excited.

After all, this was a magical continent, the very synonym for fantasy.

Who did not love Swords and Magic?

But after waiting nearly ten full years, the system had shown no sign of activity whatsoever.

Just as the "Fan" in his name suggested,

he was an utterly ordinary person.

His looks were nowhere near as outstanding as Long Haochen's from the neighboring town. He merely had an average face.

His parents had both died in battle on the Saint Demon Battlefield.

He had become an orphan almost immediately after being born.

Everyone said it was the standard opening.

Either become a king, or become dead!

Yet he had no boundless magic power.

Perhaps because he had transmigrated, his compatibility with this world's spiritual energy seemed extremely low.

As a result, his aptitude ranked at the bottom among his peers in town.

It was not exactly a hell-mode start.

But it was outrageously mediocre.

He had become so ordinary that he was nearly forgetting he was even a transmigrator.

Sometimes, Long Fan wondered whether some cheat ability that erupted in adversity would only appear when he was driven into a corner.

But ideals were full.

Reality was skinny.

He had thought,

I came from Earth and sought immortality here.

But...

he had somehow still started out in the useless-trash genre.

The key was that the assessment for the knight's most basic rank, Knight Attendant, was already close at hand.

With his aptitude, it was an obstacle he simply could not overcome.

It was not that he did not work hard; he had simply been born lacking.

Long Fan shook his head.

He pushed those thoughts down.

He turned back inside, rinsed his mouth with water,

then took a few steamed buns for breakfast.

After that, he headed toward the center of town.

He arrived before a two-story building that covered roughly a thousand square meters.

This was the Knight Hall sub-hall of Tor Town.

At the entrance stood a tall, burly middle-aged man, waiting for the children who had come to be tested.

His name was Pein.

He was a kind uncle who always practiced the knightly codes.

He was also the Head Instructor of Knight Attendants at the Tor Sub-Hall.

It was said that back then, he had only been one step away from becoming a true knight.

"Morning, Uncle Pein!"

"Mm, morning, Little Fan."

Seeing the boy who had arrived earliest for training, Pein's gaze softened considerably.

Long Fan nodded after greeting him.

He quickly walked into the training grounds and stood straight in his assigned spot.

After a while,

twenty or thirty children gradually entered, all of them boys without exception.

Pein strode into the center of the grounds with a spirited gait.

His deep, powerful voice, carrying a metallic ring, sounded out.

"Tell me, why do you want to become knights?"

"To protect humanity, protect kindness, protect the Temple, and protect our loved ones!"

Though the voices answering were childish, they were remarkably orderly.

However, many of the children had not truly formed such beliefs in their hearts.

It felt more like they had been brainwashed.

As for Long Fan, he also found it difficult to accept this knightly spirit.

It was not that those ideals were wrong.

It was simply difficult for a transmigrator shaped by the internet culture of the twenty-first century to be assimilated so quickly.

He still could not fully carry them out by hypnotizing himself.

To eat, to survive, to marry a beautiful wife!

When all was said and done, that was Long Fan's true thought.

That was reality.

Pein swept his gaze over the entire group and nodded.

"Good. Today is also the day you undergo your assessment.

Now then, first up, Pang Hu!"

"Yes!"

A tall, burly youth stepped forward.

Pang Hu, who had long been eager to try, took the standard-issue Wooden Sword from his back.

Gripping the Wooden Sword with both hands, he swung it in a full arc and smashed it viciously onto the wooden stump—the most primitive tool for assessing spiritual power.

A magical yet primitive testing method.

Bang!

The stone bead inside bounced up.

Pein glanced at it and recorded the result in the register he held.

"Spiritual power: eighteen. Pang Hu passes."

"Next, Long Fan."

When he called that name, Pein subconsciously raised his head.

Long Fan walked up to Pein without immediately taking down his Wooden Sword.

Instead, he clenched his right fist over his heart and bent forward in a bow.

"Instructor Pein!"

Long Fan held great respect for this uncle who had often helped him after he became an orphan.

Of course, there was also a trace of admiration for Uncle Thor's strength as "Thor's strongest man."

Pein's stern gaze softened slightly. He nodded and said,

"Begin."

"Yes!"

Taking down his Wooden Sword, Long Fan drew a deep breath.

Then he suddenly swung the Wooden Sword up and smashed it at the wooden stump with all his strength.

Puff!

The stone bead bounced.

Unfortunately, the Goddess of Light had not blessed him!

No miracle happened!!

It clearly had not passed the mark of ten.

Pein frowned regretfully, but he still had to record the result truthfully.

"Spiritual power: three. Failed."

Long Fan's eyes dimmed slightly.

It would have been one thing if he had only been short by one or two marks, but he had barely reached one-third of the passing line.

Just like Xiao Huohuo's Dou Qi, Third Stage.

Looking somewhat dejected, Long Fan carried his sword and returned to the line.

This assessment proceeded very quickly.

Before long, everyone had finished.

Pein took the record book away to tally the data for submission. Before leaving, he gave everyone the day off.

The crowd immediately scattered.

Those who had passed were naturally overjoyed.

Those who had failed did not take it too seriously either.

Only Long Fan remained, carrying his sword as he stood forlornly in the training ground.

"Damn it, in this world, without strength, you can't get anywhere!"

He was unwilling to accept it.

After a long while, Long Fan finally took a deep breath.

He drew his Wooden Sword again.

As usual, he began swordsmanship training.

If talent was lacking, make up for it by swinging the sword.

The training methods Instructor Pein taught did help somewhat with increasing Spiritual Power Value.

It was just that his aptitude was too poor.

As a result, Long Fan's improvement was not very obvious.

But even so,

Long Fan still persisted. Even the slightest improvement was strength.

Whoosh!

Whoosh—!!

Waves of whistling sounds rang out across the training ground.

Sweat dripped down continuously...

Time passed second by second.

The sun had already risen high overhead.

He was drenched in sweat.

But just then,

a series of beeping sounds suddenly rang out.

"Ding! The ten-year period has arrived. The God Seal storyline officially begins."

Long Fan, who was in the middle of drawing his sword, jumped in fright.

But immediately afterward, a Clear and Cold notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding, the God-level Attribute System has been activated and is currently initializing..."

Only then did Long Fan recover from his shock, and he was instantly overjoyed.

Master Lu Xun truly had not deceived him. A golden finger might be late, but it would never be absent.

"Ding! God-level Attribute System initializing: 1%... 10%... 20%... ... 80%... 90%... 99%!"

Wonderful, wonderful. The golden finger that had always been wild, cool, and arrogant was finally online.

"Ding! God-level Attribute System initialization 100%. Binding successful!"

(End of Chapter)

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