Chapter 579

Marvel. A world where the system did the work.

United States, Black Pine Town.

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

Geralt stretched and pulled open the curtains.

"Book of Proverbs," Geralt said.

The moment he spoke, a hardcover book appeared out of nowhere, hovering silently before him.

It was a large-format volume.

Its goatskin cover was brown with gold detailing.

Ancient and mysterious.

"Show my attributes."

The book opened at his voice.

It turned to page [1]:

[Name: Geralt Winchester

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 18

Profession: 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]

[Garden Shears]

[Frying Pan]

[Band-Aid]

[Mask]

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

With a focused thought, he could bring the icons into reality as physical objects.

It sounded magical, but—

The Goat-Horn Hammer was just an ordinary hammer. When he hit someone with it, there wasn't even a cheap special effect.

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 unusual. It was as big as his palm and had wings on the sides. Geralt suspected this "Band-Aid" was a sanitary pad.

From page [3] onward, every page was blank.

Geralt had crossed into this world as an infant.

He had to admit, he'd had rotten luck.

Truly rotten luck.

As a baby, his fragile body couldn't bear an adult soul. To keep his brain from burning out, it spent most of its