Strongest Talent System

Milky Way Calendar, October 22, 2021.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Wei Wei, host of Into the Abyss. This program is exclusively sponsored by the large-scale virtual game Savage Survival."

The beautiful host, Wei Wei, wore a pure, sweet smile.

Yet inwardly, she was struggling to suppress her frustration.

She had offended her superiors and been assigned to this production team as punishment.

Interstellar Media Group had launched eleven new programs this month.

Into the Abyss was the one with the lowest expectations.

And its expectations were low to an outrageous degree.

According to the group's analysts, the program's peak viewership might not even break ten million.

The reason was simple.

This was a public-interest program format that had practically been done to death.

Into the Abyss focused on observing the living conditions of the Human Race on Exile Planet A518.

Its purpose was to let the public understand the miserable lives of Serious Criminals stripped of all rights, as well as their descendants.

Because technological progress had been slow, the Human Race had never managed to leave the Milky Way. Worse, they had gradually fallen behind in their struggle against the Myriad Races, causing public dissatisfaction with the Human Federation to grow ever fiercer.

The crime rate had also risen year after year.

In order to polish their public image, major media and entertainment conglomerates had launched countless public-interest programs of the same type.

With so many identical shows, audiences had naturally grown weary of them and lost interest.

Just as expected, when the show began, there were only a little over three hundred thousand viewers online.

Most of them had come for the host.

Although Wei Wei's mood had sunk to rock bottom, she could only force herself to keep her spirits up.

"Unlike other programs of this type, which observe the living conditions of a particular Tribe, Into the Abyss will focus on individual targets."

"Next, the AI Brain will screen targets one by one, for a total of ten observation subjects."

"Everyone can vote on whether the targets selected by the AI Brain should be confirmed as observation subjects."

After Wei Wei briefly introduced the show, the director switched the feed.

The screen continuously flashed through members of the Human Race dressed in animal hides.

More than ten seconds later, it froze on a burly man with rough skin and one missing arm.

The man's profile then appeared beside him.

Ji Heng, male, 28.

The seventh-generation descendant of Huang Renkui, a crazed murderer who had once committed a string of massacres.

Tribal Chief of the Qi Lin Tribe. After one of his arms was bitten off during a hunt, his combat strength had plummeted, and he now faced the predicament of losing his position as Tribal Chief...

"Twenty-eight? Why does he look older than someone in his fifties? He even has a white beard."

"People on Exile Planet are just like that."

"Pick another one. He's missing an arm—it looks awkward no matter how you look at it. Boring."

"As long as it isn't a young, pretty girl, I'm voting against all of them."

"Don't even think about it. A place like Exile Planet couldn't possibly have any pretty girls."

The audience in the Live Stream Room became slightly more interested.

Planet A518, Flame Mountain.

Yi Chen opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

He seemed to be in a dim, damp Mountain Cave?

A flood of chaotic information suddenly surged into his mind.

It made his head feel as if it were splitting apart.

Only after a long while did he recover.

His expression immediately turned strange.

I actually transmigrated?

Looking at the filthy clothes sewn from animal hides on his body, he gave a wry smile.

Transmigration was one thing!

But he had transmigrated to a planet close to a primitive society.

Most terrifying of all, this planet had all kinds of dreadful Ferocious Beasts.

Where's my golden finger? Where's the golden finger every transmigrator is supposed to have?

Yi Chen began to panic.

Without a golden finger, he would not survive three days in this world.

Ding! Congratulations on activating the Strongest Talent System. Please select a talent development path!

A crisp voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

Immediately afterward, a virtual screen appeared before him.

Technology Path: You will possess the Human Race's strongest talent for technological creation.

Cultivation Path: You will possess the Human Race's strongest cultivation talent.

Perception Path: You will possess the Human Race's strongest talent for perception.

Reproduction Path: You will possess the Human Race's strongest fertility talent.

...

There were row after row of options, numbering in the hundreds.

Yi Chen was overjoyed.

Web novels truly never deceived him. As long as one transmigrated, one either possessed incomparable Luck Energy or heaven-defying talent.

The simpler and more brutal version was being handed a system outright.

What should I choose?

Yi Chen swept his gaze over the screen, dazzled by the array of choices.

Most of them were talents he could neither understand nor comprehend.

Big Brother System, can I choose them all?

Yi Chen silently asked in his heart.

There was no response whatsoever.

This system did not seem particularly impressive. It was not very intelligent.

Then he could only choose something familiar.

The most familiar option was undoubtedly the Technology Path.

However, Yi Chen quickly rejected it.

What a joke.

Trying to climb the tech tree in this primitive era filled with bloodshed and slaughter would be sheer madness.

It seemed the only option was the Cultivation Path.

Gritting his teeth, Yi Chen stopped hesitating and chose the Cultivation Path.

Ding! Selection successful. Congratulations, you now possess the Human Race's strongest cultivation talent!

Immediately afterward, the hundreds of options vanished.

Strongest Talent System

Host: Yi Chen

Territory: 16 square meters

Talent Bonus: 0.000000000016 times

Other than that, there was not even an instruction manual for using the system.

Still, based on Yi Chen's deduction,

this system should be capable of enhancing his cultivation talent.

The catch was that he needed to rule over an area and possess a territory.

The larger the territory, the higher the talent bonus.

For the moment, Yi Chen was in no mood to consider the ratio between territory and talent bonus.

Because he had discovered a very serious problem.

Without a cultivation technique, how was he supposed to cultivate?

Should I try creating a cultivation technique myself? With the Human Race's strongest talent, I should be able to do it, right?

Yi Chen quickly made up his mind.

If there was no cultivation technique, then he would create one himself.

Having devoured three thousand web novels, he was not panicking in the slightest.

First, he had to sit cross-legged!

Having made up his mind, Yi Chen sat down cross-legged with a convincing imitation of the proper posture.

Next, he should sense the existence of the Qi Sea. If I remember correctly, things like the Qi Sea and dantian seem to be somewhere below the navel.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, emptied his head of stray thoughts, and tried to imagine the existence of the Qi Sea.

Into the Abyss Live Stream Room.

Rather than increasing, the viewer count had fallen to just over two hundred thousand.

Wei Wei's professional standards were quite good. She still maintained her sweet, pure smile.

"Next is the tenth, and final, observation subject."

The screen continuously flashed through members of the Human Race dressed in animal hides.

Finally, the image froze.

What appeared on the screen was a dim Mountain Cave.

Inside the Mountain Cave,

a young man sat cross-legged. His entire body was filthy, but his skin was fair and his features handsome.

Yi Chen, male, 19.

His grandfather was Nine Star General Yi Tenglong, who had attempted to overthrow the Federal Government and establish an Imperial System.

A member of the Green Grass Tribe. Frail and sickly since childhood, he had been unable to go out hunting. After his father's death, he lost his support and was driven out of the Green Grass Tribe by its members.

He later made his way to Flame Mountain. By sheer luck, he encountered no Ferocious Beasts and found a Mountain Cave where he could shelter, surviving on wild fruits.

Two days ago, he caught a cold and suffered from a persistent high fever. He had once been on the brink of death, but his fever suddenly broke ten minutes ago, and he regained consciousness.

"Oh? This one looks pretty good—handsome and dashing. Too bad he's not the girl I want."

"He's actually Nine Star General Yi Tenglong's grandson?"

"What's so surprising about that? Exile Planet has existed for over two thousand years. Quite a few big shots have been sent there."

"All Serious Criminals sent to Exile Planet have their memories erased. Once they reach Exile Planet, no matter what identity they had before, they have to struggle to survive. The same goes for their descendants."

"With that build and physical condition, surviving to nineteen on Exile Planet is practically a miracle."

"Place your bets, place your bets! I bet he won't live past a month. The stake is Ten Thousand Races Battle game currency."

"I'm betting two hundred game coins. Since he's already created a miracle, surviving another month definitely won't be a problem."

The viewers before their screens grew somewhat livelier.

The female viewers rarely got to see someone handsome and pleasing to the eye.

The male viewers, meanwhile, began arguing over whether this observation subject could survive for another month.

The ten observation subjects were soon confirmed.

The Live Stream Room was subsequently divided into ten rooms. Based on popularity, Wei Wei would be responsible for explaining the observation subject and interacting with viewers in one of them.

The viewers could freely switch into any of the Live Stream Rooms.