Chapter 530

In Marvel, the system worked for me.

Black Pine Town, United States.

It was an early June morning. The sunlight was pleasant, and the breeze was gentle.

Geralt stretched and drew back the curtains.

"Book of Proverbs," Geralt said.

The moment he spoke,

a hardcover book appeared out of nowhere and hovered silently before him.

It was large-format,

with a brown, gold-embossed sheepskin cover.

It looked ancient and mysterious.

"Show my attributes."

The book opened at his voice command.

It turned to page [1]:

[Name: Geralt Winchester

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Occupation: Demon Hunter Lv1

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

Talent: Spirit Sight Lv1

Skills: Night Vision, Winchester Combat, Forbidden Spellmark

Attribute Points: 0

Skill Points: 0

Status: Healthy]

Page [2] held seven large icons:

[Goat-Horn Hammer]

[Vacuum Cleaner]

[Lighter]

[Gardening Shears]

[Frying Pan]

[Band-Aid]

[Mask]

Each icon bore a [?], indicating that it was unlocked.

With a focused thought, he could make an icon materialize as a real object.

It sounded miraculous, but—

The Goat-Horn Hammer really was just an ordinary hammer. It didn't even produce a cheap special effect when he hit someone with it.

Egg fried rice made in the frying pan didn't glow.

It had no soul.

The lighter, gardening shears, and mask were no different.

Only the Band-Aid was unusual. It was as big as his palm and even had wings. Geralt suspected this so-called "Band-Aid" was a sanitary pad.

From page [3] onward, everything was blank.

Geralt had crossed into this world as a baby.

He had been rather unlucky.

Seriously unlucky.

As an infant, his immature body couldn't support an adult soul. To keep his brain from burning out under the strain, it spent most of its time shut down, making