Lucas sat in his room, the dim light casting shadows across his face as he stared at the handkerchief stained with Lucy's blood. His mind raced with possibilities. "System, take this," he instructed, his voice a mix of curiosity and determination.
[Sure, just give a minute to analyze this.]
As he waited, the blood on the handkerchief began to dissipate, dissolving into nothingness. Lucas watched intently, his heart pounding in his chest. After what felt like an eternity, the system's screen flickered to life before him.
[Na: Lucy Luxoria]
[Age: 20]
[Gender: Female]
[Race: Human]
Seeing these top lines, Lucas felt a pang of nostalgia at the sight of his family na. Despite its uniqueness, it was still just a commoner surna, a humble reminder of their simple origins. His eyes then moved to the next set of information.
[Physique: Volcanic Titan's Molten Lava Core Physique]
[Class: None]
[Tier: 0 Star]
[Cultivation Manual: None]
"What the hell is Volcanic Titan's Molten Lava Core Physique?" Lucas muttered, his brows furrowing in confusion and disbelief.
He had never heard of such a physique. The concept of special physiques was entirely new to him, sothing beyond his extensive knowledge and past experiences. "System, what kind of physique is this?" he demanded, his tone sharp with urgency.
There was no imdiate response. The silence stretched, filling the room with a tense atmosphere. Lucas's patience wore thin as the seconds ticked by. Frustrated, he slamd his fist on the table, causing the wood to shudder. "Answer , damn it!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
[Hold your horses, I'm checking. This is surprising even for .] The system's tone was unusually flustered, which only added to Lucas's anxiety.
Lucas's anxiety only grew with the system's unexpected tone. "What could it be?" he wondered aloud, his pacing becoming more frantic. He imagined every possible scenario, each more fantastical than the last.
After what felt like an eternity, the system spoke again, this ti with a mix of awe and amusent. [Well, well, well. Your sister hit the jackpot, didn't she?]
Lucas stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding. "What do you an?" he asked, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow and the narrowing of his eyes.
[Your sister has one of the most powerful physiques in the universe. Lucky her, right?] The system's voice held a hint of incredulous admiration.
Lucas's jaw dropped in disbelief. "One of the most powerful physiques? What does that even an? And what is this physique in the first place?"
The system's voice was thick with incredulity. [Wait a second, you don't know about special physiques? Seriously?] The disbelief in its tone was almost palpable.
Lucas felt a flush of embarrassnt and frustration. "No, I don't," he admitted, rubbing his temples as he tried to process the information.
[Unbelievable,] the system scoffed. [Here you are, living your third life, with all these past mories, and you don't even know about special physiques?] There was a mocking edge to the system's voice that made Lucas grit his teeth.
"Well, maybe if soone had told ," Lucas snapped back, irritation creeping into his voice. "I didn't exactly have a guidebook for my second life, you know."
[Excuses, excuses,] the system mocked. [You had all that ti, all those opportunities, and yet you remain ignorant. It's almost impressive in its own way.]
Lucas's fists clenched, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Okay, fine. Just explain it to . What is this physique, and why is it so important?"
The system seed to sigh, as if disappointed in Lucas's lack of knowledge. [Fine, For my clueless host, I'll explain it slowly to you.] The system's tone turned condescending, and Lucas felt a flash of anger but swallowed it, knowing he needed the information.
"Go on then," he muttered, clenching his fists.
[Special physiques are rare and extraordinary, like built-in superpowers,] the system explained, a note of excitent in its voice.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Superpowers? Go on."
[You might not have heard of them because, well, they're incredibly rare,] the system continued. [People with normal physiques can never match the strength of those with special ones, no matter how hard they try.]
"That's a bit disheartening for the rest of us," Lucas muttered, feeling a twinge of sympathy for those born without such advantages.
[For instance, take the Fla Body, one of the lowest-ranked special physiques. It allows the user to cast fla spells more efficiently, using less mana, and the spells are way more powerful—about five tis stronger than those cast by soone with a normal physique.]
Lucas's eyes widened. "Five tis stronger? That's insane."
[Exactly,] the system affird. [That's why they're called special. Even the weakest special physique is leagues above normal ones.]
Lucas sat down on his bed, absorbing this information. He had never considered such possibilities before. "So, this is why so nobles and royalty are so much stronger. It's not just better cultivation manuals and training, but also these special physiques."
[Precisely,] the system confird. [Special physiques give an enormous advantage, allowing their possessors to excel in ways that would be impossible for others.]
Lucas nodded slowly, the realization dawning on him. "So, these special physiques are the hidden layers of power and talent that shape our world," he murmured, more to himself than to the system.
"It all makes sense now. The disparity in strength, the seemingly insurmountable gaps between people... it's all because of these special physiques."
He glanced at the handkerchief, the blood now gone but the weight of the discovery still heavy. "And my sister has one of these physiques," he said, a mix of awe and frustration in his voice. "Not just any physique, but one of the most powerful ones. Yet, she still can't absorb mana. Why is that?"
[Let summarize her condition from the blood,] the system replied, its usual tone replaced with a hint of intrigue.
Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat on the edge of his bed. He could feel the tension in his shoulders, the weight of his sister's future pressing down on him. "Alright, but please be quick," he said, his voice tinged with urgency. "I need to understand this so I can help her."
The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the system working. Lucas's eyes were fixed on the screen, his mind racing with possibilities and fears. He thought about Lucy, her cheerful deanor, masking the struggles she faced due to her inability to cultivate.
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