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"Soul Power, third stage!"

The elder's booming announcement was filled with astonishment and mockery. As soon as his voice fell, discussions and jeers erupted throughout the ancestral hall!

"At sixteen, his Soul Power is actually worse than a nine-year-old child's. Has he spent all these years cultivating on dogs?"

"Trash will always be trash. No matter how many resources you give him, it's just a waste!"

"What a disgrace to the family! Get out already. With talent like that, why cultivate at all?"

The clan members' taunts pierced Justin's ears like awls stabbing into his heart, the pain reaching deep into his soul.

Though he had mentally prepared himself, the result still made him feel as though he had fallen into the Abyss.

He instinctively turned to look at his parents, seated among the family elders.

His mother looked at him with worry written all over her face.

His father, however, wore an ugly expression, his eyes full of profound disappointment.

Justin found that gaze even harder to bear than everyone else's mockery.

He clenched his teeth, endured countless playful, sneering, and disdainful stares, then turned and left the ancestral hall.

No one stopped him.

His mother tried to rise, but his father held her back tightly.

Seeing this, Justin's heart sank even further.

Born into this Magic Aristocrat Family, Soul Power did not represent everything, but it did determine the upper limit of one's future.

At sixteen, with Soul Power at the third stage, his future would likely end at Great Mage.

How unwilling I am! But... if I was born this way, what can I do? Haven't I worked hard? No, I've worked harder than anyone. I meditated for more than eight hours every day, but what did that bring me? Admit it. In this world, where there are strong people, there are weak people.

And he was destined to become a weakling struggling bitterly in the mud! Thud!

"Who?!"

As Justin stepped out of the residence, something suddenly struck his head. He sharply turned and looked around, though he had already guessed what it was.

It was probably those little brats again, coming to bully him.

What could he do? He was trash, after all.

However, as he looked around, Justin froze.

There were no little brats bullying him. What had struck him was a Mithril Ring.

At that moment, the ring was spinning on the ground.

Justin turned in place and surveyed his surroundings. Only after confirming that no one was there did he pick up the ring with a puzzled expression.

"This is Divine Art?"

With his extensive foundation in Magic knowledge, Justin recognized at a glance that the Magic Rune engraved on the Mithril Ring pointed to a god.

In other words, it was Divine Art.

Rumor has it that those insidious Devils and false gods love taking advantage of people when their hearts are vulnerable. So you've set your sights on me too?

Justin laughed at himself.

Yet when he thought of the mockery in the ancestral hall and the disappointment in his father's eyes, he brought the Mithril Ring back to his residence without the slightest hesitation and activated it.

Whether it was a bargain or temptation, even if he had to pay with his soul, he did not want to become a pathetic coward who could be bullied by children!!!

As Soul Power flowed into it, the Devil he had expected did not appear. Instead, a Phantom Scroll unfolded before him, and a stream of instructions flooded into his sea of consciousness.

Justin was stunned.

After a long while, he tremblingly tapped the three words, "Library."

The next moment, the words on the scroll vanished before four major sections appeared.

They were: Magic, Divine Art, Battle Qi, and Other.

Justin was dumbfounded. He instinctively opened the Magic section, and the display changed again, revealing a densely packed catalog.

It included detailed explanations of Magic fundamentals, as well as basic meditation.

What he found most unbelievable was that the catalog contained a large number of advanced spells that could only be learned at a Magic Academy.

Justin's heart began pounding.

He instinctively selected an advanced spell he had coveted for a long time, but a phantom parchment popped up on the Phantom Scroll.

It read: Insufficient Points. Unable to unlock.

Points?

Justin paused. He tapped the bolded word "Points" and read through the explanation before understanding what they were.

They were similar to Gold Coin, except they were virtual and had to be earned by promoting the Internet Divine Art.

For every person he introduced, he would receive one Point.

As long as he had Points, he could exchange them for Magic, Divine Art, Battle Qi, and even other niche cultivation methods.

Justin currently had zero Points. The only things he could view were basic meditation and basic water- and fire-element Magic.

Justin looked through the Magic knowledge, and his entire body shook.

Because he discovered that everything written there was real.

He hurriedly checked the Divine Art, Battle Qi, and other smaller categories as well.

They were basically the same as the Magic category. Basic knowledge was completely public, while deeper knowledge required so-called Points to exchange for it.

Seeing this, Justin's eyes flickered.

Though he was young, he was not stupid.

He naturally knew the common knowledge all mages possessed—those who used Divine Art would inevitably be watched by gods! It was a Sword of Damocles!

After all, who knew whether a god harbored ill intent? According to the Five Great Gods, all gods who spread Divine Art besides the righteous gods harbored deep malice. They coveted the souls of their users!

But among mages, they were accustomed to adding one more sentence: this included the Five Great Gods.

Thus, Justin was unsure whether this knowledge was sweet bait, a prank by an Evil God, or something real. After hesitating for a while, he returned to the main page and selected the Forum.

The next moment, he was stunned.

"Long live the God of the Internet! Points really are useful. This young master finally learned Mage Hand! That damned teacher has always treated me like free labor. Just wait. Wait for this young master's revenge!"

"I'm in the Kevil Empire, just got off the plane. Is anyone here?"

"The Iron-Blooded Fearless Mercenary Group is recruiting..."

"Is anyone cultivating Levitation? How do you construct Floating Magic Runes within a Honeycomb Circuit?"

"Aren't you afraid of being watched by gods?"

"You idiot upstairs, do you really think a god has nothing better to do than watch you? Who do you think you are?"

"Looking to buy a Blue Crystal Wand. Soul Power amplification must be at least thirty feet! I'm in a town on the edge of Linger Forest."

"I discovered a secret. No matter what language you use to post here, the Internet Divine Art can convert it into a language other users can understand."

"Breaking news! Baron Isaac has been assassinated. The bounty on the killer is six thousand Luke Gold Coin. Anyone with clues? Tell me. Once I complete the mission, I'll give you one thousand Luke Gold Coin."

Justin's world had never extended beyond the small patch of land occupied by his family. When had he ever seen the sights beyond it?

Suddenly seeing all these varied messages left him completely dumbfounded.

Even the sense of loss from being mocked by his family faded considerably.

His heart was filled with complicated emotions.

On one hand, he was disappointed that this Divine Art was not his alone. On the other, he developed a powerful interest in the outside world!

Especially after seeing several mercenaries share their adventures—falling off cliffs and coincidentally obtaining top-tier meditation methods, then transforming from Battle Masters into mages.

Or casually rescuing a beggar being bullied, only to discover that the beggar was a god walking the world, and then receiving lavish rewards.

There were also stories of being hunted by enemies, falling into underground rivers, drifting along them into a dragon's lair, killing a dragon while it slept, and obtaining its wealth.

In short, all sorts of tales of fortuitous encounters made Justin's heart pound and filled him with eagerness.

The world could actually be so rich and colorful?! Thinking about how he spent every day in the family either squabbling with little brats or outwitting evil servants his own age, Justin suddenly felt ashamed!

At that moment, a bold thought suddenly surfaced in his heart.

He was only going to suffer if he stayed with this family. He might as well leave!

With this Divine Art in hand, why should he fear being unable to learn anything in the future?

If he truly had no talent for Magic, then he would learn Battle Qi! If that failed, he could learn Divine Art, Witchcraft, Necromancer Summoning... He refused to believe that, among so many cultivation systems, not one would suit him.

At that moment, the thought that those who used Divine Art would inevitably be watched by gods had long been thrown to the back of Justin's mind.

Deep down, he thought, so many people were using this Divine Art—why couldn't he? Besides, as one post had said, would a god really have nothing better to do than watch him? Even taking the worst-case scenario, with so many people, could a god possibly watch them all? Once he figured this out, all of Justin's concerns vanished without a trace.

His heart was instead filled with profound admiration for the God of the Internet, who had created this Divine Art.

In his eyes, making all cultivation methods public was simply... earth-shattering!!!

However, he did not know that every move he made was being watched by the so-called God of the Internet.

Nor did he know that ninety percent of the posts he saw had been personally written by the God of the Internet...

Right now, all he wanted was to earn Points and exchange them for the cultivation methods he desired as quickly as possible.

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