Chapter 645

In the Marvel universe, the system worked for a living.

Black Pine Town, United States.

It was an early June morning. The sunlight was soft, 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, floating silently before him.

It was large-format.

Its cover was brown, gold-embossed sheepskin.

Antique and mysterious.

"Show my stats."

The sheepskin book opened at his voice command.

It turned to page [1]:

[Name: Geralt Winchester

Race: Human

Sex: 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]

[Garden Shears]

[Frying Pan]

[Band-Aid]

[Mask]

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

By focusing his mind, he could bring the icons into reality as physical objects.

It sounded miraculous, but—

The Goat-Horn Hammer really was just an ordinary hammer. Hitting someone with it didn't produce even the cheapest special effect.

Egg fried rice cooked 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 unusual: it was as big as his palm and had wings. Geralt suspected this "Band-Aid" was actually a sanitary pad.

From page [3] onward, everything was blank.

Geralt had crossed into this world as a baby.

He had to admit, his luck had been rotten.

Truly rotten.

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