As for Qin Leyin's panel, Le Yu could only say one thing: it was incredible.
Thinking back to Qian Yuliu, who had died several months ago, he had possessed only "Basic Biting Combat Arts" and "Cold-Blooded Physique." Yet he had already been the captain of the Profound Candle Prefecture Statistics Department, a renowned young prodigy.
Qin Leyin's innate skills looked like a cookbook. It was ridiculous.
The pile of basic combat arts aside, "Intermediate Blood-Drinking Eight Rice Flow" looked like a single skill, but it actually contained the three sub-skills "Intermediate Biting Combat Arts," "Intermediate Pouncing Combat Arts," and "Intermediate Tremor Combat Arts." In other words, Qin Leyin possessed four intermediate combat arts and four basic combat arts.
How should he put it? If Qian Yuliu was a fresh university graduate, then Qin Leyin was a peer with eight degrees, four of them master's degrees.
Using Jing Zhengwei as an analogy, if Jing Zhengwei had started the game with a wife, then Qin Leyin had started with eight wives. Four were ordinary types: a childhood sweetheart, a tsundere classmate, a devilish senior, and a naturally airheaded junior. The other four were supernatural types: a demon god, an angel, a superpowered person, and a masked rider.
This was no longer a question of whether it was excessive. It was an issue with the world itself—enough to make someone wonder whether they were living in a novel, and, worse, a novel in which they were not the protagonist.
However, when Le Yu saw "Nasser's Curse," he knew things were not that simple.
"Nasser's Curse (irremovable): Due to the incorrect use of Nasser's power, Nasser's power has seeped into your bloodline genes. You will forever know how to use your abilities without knowing why, and none of your mastered abilities can break through