Chinatown, Zhang Family Noodles in Washington, D.C. of Freedom City, Freedom Nation.
At 12:00 AM, Zhang Yang sent away the last customer and pulled down the rolling shutter. Inside this private space that belonged solely to him, his emotions gradually grew excited.
99%... 100%!
The progress bar on his retina that only he could see moved slowly, and amidst his excited emotions, it finally reached 100%.
Ding! Charging complete. The Divine System is unfolding.
Ding! Detected that the world the host is currently in is rather dangerous, and the host currently lacks the power for self-preservation. Triggering quest selection.
1: A real man throws punches that connect. The host may choose to head to Kunlun and sign in at the foot of Kunlun to obtain the class change -- Fighter.
2: Elegance never goes out of style. The host may head to Kathmandu and sign in at the foot of Mount Everest in the Himalayas to change class to -- Mystic.
Looking at the progress bar vanish from his retina, replaced by something resembling a quest panel, Zhang Yang hesitated slightly.
Yet, after thinking about what kind of world this was, coupled with his own personal preferences, he ultimately made his choice.
"I choose 2!"
Ding! Selection successful. Please head to the foot of Mount Everest in the Himalayas to sign in. Upon successful check-in, you may change your class to Mystic.
As his choice succeeded, the quest panel on his retina shifted accordingly and then faded away.
At the foot of Everest, huh?
Three days later.
Zhang Yang disembarked from a plane at Nepal International Airport and took a taxi toward the foot of the Himalayas.
At first there were few pedestrians on the road and the car's speed was quite decent, but once they drove into the urban area, the speed dropped in a straight line.
It took a full three hours to traverse more than half the city, finally stopping near the Jagannath Temple.
"Kamar-Taj is currently holding admissions..."
The driver was a person of Chinese descent, explaining with a helpless expression on his face, "So there are quite a lot of people in Kathmandu recently."
"Kamar-Taj... admissions?!"
Zhang Yang's facial expression turned somewhat peculiar. "You all know about Kamar-Taj?"
"Of course."
The driver nodded. "Kamar-Taj is our holy land here, and the saints in all the temples come from Kamar-Taj."
"Rumor has it there is a magical power inside Kamar-Taj that can restore injured people to normal."
"I truly hope to visit Kamar-Taj."
The driver's tone was filled with yearning for Kamar-Taj.
Looking through the car window, Zhang Yang saw the bustling crowd gathered near the Jagannath Temple, where a group of people wearing yellow clothes were busy recording the names of those before them.
"This admissions process..."
Zhang Yang asked with some curiosity, "How long does it last?"
"There are still two days left until registration closes."
The driver thought for a moment. "Then comes the aptitude test, and I heard that after the test there is also an assessment concerning willpower, though I am not too clear on the specifics."
"I see."
Zhang Yang nodded, a thought suddenly forming in his mind.
The vehicle drove on slowly, and only after they had moved far away from the Jagannath Temple did the car speed pick back up.
It took close to another three hours to arrive at a small village, which was the place closest to Mount Everest.
"The car cannot go any further ahead."
The driver said to Zhang Yang with some regret, "Moreover, it has turned dark. You can choose to stay in the village for a night, get a good rest, and head toward Everest tomorrow."
"Alright."
Looking at the already darkened sky, Zhang Yang nodded. Nighttime was not particularly friendly to someone like him who was all alone.
"You can head to Homey Inn; all kinds of facilities there are very complete."
The driver gave Zhang Yang a well-intentioned reminder. "Do not wander outside casually at night. If you have needs, call the attendant."
"Thank you."
Knowing this was a well-intentioned reminder given out of consideration for skin color, Zhang Yang smiled at the driver and handed over 500 bucks.
Four hundred bucks of that was the fare.
Before the driver could speak, Zhang Yang walked away at a brisk pace and found the place the driver had mentioned in the center of the village -- Homey Inn.
"Welcome."
As Zhang Yang stepped into the inn, the attendant bowed in welcome to him, and the service attitude was beyond good.
Of course, the accommodation fee also lived up to the service, being quite expensive.
After entering the room, the pretty attendant gave Zhang Yang the same kind reminder as the driver before leaving.
The room was not big, but it was exceptionally cozy, and instant noodles, which were so hard to find in Freedom Nation, looked so inviting.
After taking a shower and lying down on a soft mattress of an unknown brand, he fell asleep before long.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear some bustling noises.
The next day.
The warm sunlight shone on Zhang Yang's face, waking him up.
He gave a nice, satisfying stretch, and after washing up and having free breakfast at the restaurant, he grabbed a map at the front desk and walked toward Mount Everest.
One step, two steps.
The further he walked, the lower the surrounding temperature became, and the fresher the air grew.
All the way to the foot of Mount Everest, looking up at this towering roof of the world, his entire soul felt as if it had been purified.
Ding, detected that the host has arrived at the foot of the Himalayas, please hold on for 10 seconds.
The system's voice echoed in his ear, and a terrifying power erupted from Zhang Yang's body.
Under this power, the River of Time whipped up monstrous waves, and space continuously shattered and reformed. For a moment, only the space immediately surrounding Zhang Yang remained intact, while all other spaces had been pulverized, leaving an endless expanse of pitch-blackness all around.
On the 9th second of Zhang Yang's check-in, this power arrived at the mystic sanctuary—Kamar-Taj.
The Sorcerer Supreme The Ancient One, who was peering into the future within the River of Time, opened her eyes, a look of shock appearing in her dual pupils: "Who... is able to cause such a violent reaction in the River of Time?"
She wanted to continue entering the River of Time, but the River of Time at this moment was too violent; forcing her way in now, she feared she would be cleansed by time and her entire body reduced to withered bones.
On the 8th second, this power arrived at Asgard.
Inside the royal palace.
Odin sat solemnly upon the throne, looking at the brainless yet happily grinning Thor and the nearby Loki below, and sighed, wondering if passing the throne to Thor today was the right thing to do.
He glanced at Loki; although his adopted son's facial expression was well hidden, his single eye could reveal the inner dissatisfaction within.
"Sigh."
Odin's inner feelings were very complex; he held no difference in affection for the two of them, but the throne of Asgard must inevitably be inherited by his biological son.
Just as he was about to hand the crown to Thor, a terrifying power swept over, and he could even feel the World Tree trembling.
"This power..."
As the current King of Asgard, Odin, who possessed terrifying power, drastically changed his expression. The Odinforce within his body was suppressed to the extreme by this power, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.
Looking at the flustered guards rushing over, as well as his two sons whose eyes were full of concern, Odin bit back the feeling of emptiness inside his body and had the guards and others withdraw, leaving only him, Thor, and Loki.
"Pfft..."
Odin could no longer hold it back, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Extremely weak, he collapsed into Thor's arms.
On the 7th second, this power arrived in the depths of the universe, the Dark Dimension.
Dormammu, who was the size of an entire planet, was contemplating his next target of conquest when a power suddenly pierced through the dimensional barrier and washed over him.
The massive body condensed from the Dark Force dissipated, leaving only his former human corpse, curled up upon the Dark Throne.
"This power..."
After this power dissipated, the curled-up body on the throne absorbed the Dark Force like a black hole, once again condensing into his massive true form. That rippled face revealed shock: "It actually shattered my dark true form without any effort?"
"Too terrifying!"
With only 1 second remaining, this power arrived at the very edge of the universe, hiding deep beneath countless layers of the cosmos: Apokolips.
Darkseid, resting his chin in one hand, was calculating when to retrieve the Mother Box and obtain the complete Anti-Life Equation.
A power pierced through the infinite cosmos and swept across his body.
This man hailed as the strongest of the New Gods and the King of Apokolips, who wielded the Omega Beams, was suppressed directly to the ground by this power.
When the power dissipated, a rare flush appeared on Darkseid's face, which was a manifestation of his anger.
"WHO IS IT!!!"
Darkseid did not believe he had lost; he only believed this power had appeared suddenly, and he had been suppressed because he was caught off guard.
"Don't let me find you!"
Yet he could not find the source of this power, and could only rage impotently.
"0 seconds."
Ding, class change complete. Your current class—Mystic, has unlocked the personal status panel.
Name: Zhang Yang Class: Mystic Level: 1 Skills: None Status: Ordinary human who has just changed classes.
The countdown in his ear ended, and the huge waves of the River of Time instantly subsided. Space seemed to roll backward, restoring the original appearance.
Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and the endless magic power within his body erupted suddenly, causing the entire Mount Everest to tremble.
An avalanche!
Stirred by Zhang Yang's magic power, an avalanche on Mount Everest was triggered!
After snowflakes, which had almost no weight, reached a certain quantity, they formed a white nightmare capable of burying everything.
Just as the avalanche was about to arrive, Zhang Yang instinctively reached out his hand.
"Stop!"
This was the only thought in Zhang Yang's mind at this moment. Under the effect of his virtually endless magic power, that white, dragon-like nightmare... really stopped.
As if its neck were being choked, or as if it were frozen by space, that Shrouding the Heavens avalanche was just frozen in mid-air.
Zhang Yang was also startled by this sudden phenomenon. With a shake of his hand, the avalanche started again!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Regaining his senses, Zhang Yang instinctively mobilized the magic power within his body. Only a tiny droplet was extracted from that endless ocean of magic power, yet it turned into a terrifying force that appeared suddenly, carrying out Zhang Yang's will.
The snow was melted.
It didn't turn into water; rather, as if it had never existed in this world in the first place, it directly vanished.
Looking up at the reduced Mount Everest, Zhang Yang stretched out both hands and muttered to himself, "Did... I do this?"
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