Chapter 515

In Marvel, working for the system

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Black Pine Town, United States.

Early morning.

Geralt stretched, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

The dawn was quiet and gentle, touched with a wistful beauty.

"Book of Proverbs."

As his words fell away.

A hardcover parchment book appeared out of nowhere, floating quietly before Geralt.

A large-format volume.

Brown.

It had an ancient, mysterious air.

"View personal attributes."

With a thought.

An invisible hand seemed to open the parchment book and turn to the first page:

[Name: Geralt Winchester

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 18

Class: Demon Hunter Lv1

Attributes: Strength 15, Spirit 16, Agility 16, Constitution 18

Talent: Spirit Sight Lv1

Skills: Night Vision LvMAX, Winchester Mixed Martial Arts, Forbidden Spellmark

Attribute points: 0

Skill points: 0

Status: Healthy]

[Note: Winchester Mixed Martial Arts and Forbidden Spellmark cannot be upgraded using skill points.]

The second page resembled a storage inventory, containing seven items:

[Goat-Horn Hammer], [Vacuum Cleaner], [Lighter], [Garden Shears], [Frying Pan], [Band-Aid], [Mask].

All seven items were locked, displaying [???].

Geralt could materialize the items simply by concentrating.

It seemed miraculous, buuut—

The Goat-Horn Hammer was just an ordinary hammer. There were no special effects when he hit someone with it.

Not even bargain-bin ones.

The egg fried rice cooked in the frying pan didn't glow.

It had no soul.

The Band-Aid did have something going for it: it looked like a sanitary pad, complete with wings to prevent leaks. Its bleeding-control capabilities had to be fantastic.

How were these things supposed to help him hunt demons?

Geralt could feel the system's overwhelming malice.

From the third page onward, everything was blank.

Geralt was a transmigrator who had been born into this world as a