Sign-in System

"Sigh..."

A sigh echoed from within the ancestral hall of the Baruch Clan in Wushan Town.

Hearing this sigh, little Linley, only six and a half years old, couldn't help but cry.

He gripped Moke's hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Be good, little brother, don't cry, it's alright." Moke comforted his brother, his heart aching.

He never expected that he would one day transmigrate into the world of Coiling Dragon, and become the biological brother of the protagonist, Linley.

Having read the original work thoroughly, he naturally knew that Linley had failed the bloodline test this time.

As descendants of the Dragonblood Warrior clan, the only one in this generation whose Dragonblood Warrior bloodline met the standard was their younger brother, Wharton; both Moke and Linley had failed.

"Linley, don't cry, don't cry. Your brother is right, it's alright."

Seeing the sensible Moke and the weeping Linley, Hogg felt his heart tremble. He quickly leaned over and scooped both sons into his arms.

The clan hadn't produced a single descendant with a sufficient concentration of Dragonblood Warrior blood in so many years; how could he blame his two sons for this?

Moreover, his two sons were both very sensible, providing much comfort to Hogg, who had lost his wife. He was already satisfied.

"I won't cry, I won't cry, I am a man!" Linley's shoulders shook, but despite his words, the tears couldn't help but fall.

After all, he was only six and a half; it was inevitable that he would feel sad seeing his father's disappointment.

Hogg held his two sons, while not far away, the butler Hiri held his youngest son, Wharton.

Wharton was only four years old this year, and at this hour, he had long since fallen asleep.

Hogg held Moke in his left arm and Linley in his right, sitting on the stone steps outside the ancestral hall. The moonlight spilled over the father and his two sons, as if draping them in a thin, silver veil.

Hogg laughed heartily: "For so many years, no one in our Dragonblood Warrior clan has had a bloodline that met the standard to become a new Dragonblood Warrior."

"So, I truly do not blame you two for being unable to become Dragonblood Warriors."

Moke, like Linley, was only six and a half, but he tightened his small face: "Father, it doesn't matter if we can't become Dragonblood Warriors. In the future, I will work hard to restore the glory of our Baruch Clan!"

"I, I will also work as hard as my brother!" Linley, on the other side, also clenched his small fists.

"Hahaha, good, very good." Hogg let out a gratified laugh.

Then, he became slightly more serious: "I don't blame you for being unable to become Dragonblood Warriors, but I hope you can retrieve our Baruch Clan's lost heirloom, the Warblade Slaughter."

"Of course, I will work hard alongside you." Hogg's gaze was cold and stern.

The Baruch Clan had been a renowned Dragonblood Warrior clan across the entire Yulan Continent thousands of years ago.

At that time, the clan possessed several Saint-level Dragonblood Warriors!

But as a thousand years passed, no one in their Dragonblood Warrior clan had a bloodline concentration high enough to become a new Dragonblood Warrior, and the once infinitely glorious clan naturally declined.

And what made Hogg most furious was that a past patriarch of the Baruch Clan had actually sold the personal Warblade Slaughter of the first patriarch for his own pleasure!

This was the shame of their Baruch Clan!

"Father, my brother and I will work hard to bring back the Warblade Slaughter!"

Moke comforted Hogg.

He had transmigrated as a fetus and had been raised by Hogg since he was small; he knew the pain in this man's heart.

His wife had been snatched away on the night their youngest son, Wharton, was born.

To this day, her fate remained unknown!

Hogg was filled with immense grief!

Yet, he didn't even have the courage to search for the culprits.

Because there were three children at home to raise, he dared not let any accident befall him.

Hogg was in pain, and Moke was in pain as well.

In his previous life, he was an orphan; in this life, he had finally experienced maternal love.

Unfortunately, despite using every means at his disposal, his mother, Lina, had still been abducted just as in the original story, and had long since been offered to the Lord of Light by the Radiant Church.

After all, at that time, Moke was only four years old; what could he have done?

"Good, haha, we will work hard together!" Hogg laughed loudly.

But clearly, he didn't have much confidence.

Because the clan that possessed the Warblade Slaughter was renowned throughout the entire Fenlai Kingdom, while they were now nothing more than a fallen noble family in the countryside.

Hogg had no confidence, but Moke was full of it.

He knew that his younger brother Linley's future achievements would be limitless; reclaiming the Warblade Slaughter would be a simple task.

And...

Focusing his gaze slightly, a progress bar appeared in Moke's eyes.

Sign-in System loading...

[Loading progress 90... 91... 92...]

Just a moment ago, when the Dragonblood Needle pierced his skin, the Sign-in System had descended quite suddenly!

The system prompted that it was only able to descend because the main storyline had officially begun.

Regardless of the reason, the sudden appearance of the Sign-in System gave Moke confidence; perhaps he, too, could become a peerless powerhouse just like his younger brother, Linley!

"Alright Moke, Linley, it's getting late. You two should go to sleep now."

Having confessed part of the truth to his two sons, Hogg felt much more at ease.

At the very least, there were some secrets he no longer had to bear alone.

As for other secrets, such as the matter regarding their mother, Hogg would not be telling his sons just yet.

"Goodnight, brother."

From the room across the hall, Linley waved with a smile.

"Goodnight, Linley. Sleep well." Moke also smiled back at his younger brother.

Afterward, the two brothers closed their doors.

The Baruch Clan had once been illustrious, with hundreds of members within the family.

Because of this, their home had many rooms, allowing six-and-a-half-year-old Moke and Linley to each have their own living space.

Of course, four-year-old Wharton still had to sleep with Grandpa Hiri or their father, Hogg.

[Ding, Sign-in System loading complete!]

[You may sign in once at every location that appears in the original work; successful sign-ins grant various rewards.]

[Ding, the host may currently choose from the following sign-in locations:

1: Yulan Continent

2: Baruch Ancestral Home]

The moment the door closed, a series of crisp, synthesized mechanical sounds echoed in Moke's mind, instantly waking up the already sleepy boy.

The Sign-in System has finished loading? He immediately examined the two options.

The locations he could currently sign in at were the Yulan Continent and the Baruch Ancestral Home.

I suppose the larger the location, the better the rewards from signing in, right?

Moke thought for a moment and decided to save the better option for later.

With a flick of his thoughts, he made his choice.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for signing in at the Baruch Ancestral Home.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining: Space Ring x1, Damaged Soul-Defense Sovereign Artifact x1.]

"Hm?"

After the system prompted that the sign-in was successful, Moke's heart skipped a beat.

He knew what a Space Ring was—it was for storage.

But this Damaged Soul-Defense Sovereign Artifact...

It wouldn't be the Coiling Dragon Ring, would it? I don't want to steal Linley's fortune.

As he thought this, Moke's eyes suddenly lit up.

He saw two soft balls of white light appear abruptly in front of him.

Moke opened his hands, and the white light drifted down into his palms.

Once they landed in his palms, the white light vanished.

As the light faded, a silver ring and a silver bracelet were revealed.

"It's a bracelet, so it's not the Coiling Dragon Ring." Moke let out a sigh of relief.