Chapter 558

In Marvel, working for the system

United States, Black Pine Town.

It was an early June morning, with gentle sunlight and a pleasant breeze.

Geralt stretched lazily and drew back the curtains.

"Book of Proverbs," Geralt said.

The moment the words left his mouth...

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

Large quarto format.

A brown sheepskin cover with gilded lettering.

Ancient and mysterious.

"View personal attributes."

The sheepskin-bound book opened at his voice command.

It turned to page [1]:

[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, Winchester Combat, Forbidden Spellmark

Attribute points: 0

Skill points: 0

Status: Healthy]

Page [2] contained seven large icons:

[Goat-Horn Hammer]

[Vacuum cleaner]

[Lighter]

[Garden shears]

[Frying pan]

[Band-Aid]

[Mask]

All seven icons bore a [?] symbol, indicating they were unlocked.

By focusing his thoughts, he could manifest the icons as real objects.

It sounded miraculous, buuut—

The Goat-Horn Hammer really was just an ordinary hammer. Even when he hit someone with it, there weren't any bargain-bin special effects.

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

It had no soul.

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

Only the Band-Aid was a little special. It was palm-sized and had wings. Geralt suspected it was a sanitary pad called a "Band-Aid."

From page [3] onward, everything was blank.

Geralt was a transmigrator who had arrived in this world as a baby.

He had to admit, he'd been pretty unlucky.

Seriously unlucky.

During infancy, his fragile body couldn't support an adult soul. To avoid burning out from the overload, his brain spent most of its time offline, making