He ran a hand through his ssy, sweat-drenched hair. His muscles were stiff, his joints felt like soone had taken a hamr to them. He stretched a little, groaning under his breath as his body protested.
"After all that..." he muttered under his breath, looking at his hands. "I’m alive."
[Host, there is sothing else you should know.]
Silas sat up as he straightened his back, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand from his forehead. His voice ca low but firm. "What is it? Sothing about the Dullahan? Is that motherfucker gonna show up here!?"
[No. The Dullahan remains inside the dungeon.]
Silas let out a sigh of relief as he heard the response of the system; his shoulders dropped a bit as he relaxed.
[What I ant, Host, is that a new system function has been unlocked.]
Silas blinked. "A new function? Are you serious right now?"
[Correct.]
He stretched his neck, still trying to shake off the feeling of fear. His voice grew steadier as he said, "Alright, tell . What do you have for in the nu list?" Eyes were fixated on the system’s panel, which was hovering in the air in front of his eyes.
A soft chi echoed as it filled the entire room with the tallic hum.
Panels of blue light appeared before him—calr, smoother than the usual combat windows.
[New Feature Unlocked: God Lectures]
Silas squinted slightly; his voice ca low but shaky. "God... what?"
The panel expanded like a holographic screen.
[Description:]
[The System now grants you access to instructional sessions created by higher beings, gods, demigods, ancient heroes, and legendary warriors. These include: recorded lessons, combat demonstrations, training philosophies, and technique breakdowns.]
[So lectures may also be attended live.]
[Live sessions require currency exchange: real money only.]
[Prices vary depending on the deity and session type.]
Silas stared at the screen, jaw dropped a little, eyes widened slightly. "Wait, you’re telling that I can learn from the actual gods..."
[Correct.]
His heartbeat kicked up, a thin shiver ran down his spine; this ti, it was not from fear, but from excitent.
"Show ..." he whispered under his breath, the excitent was dripping through his tone.
The System opened the nu fully. A long list of nas slid down the screen—far longer than Silas expected it to be.
A long list of nas slid down the screen—far longer than Silas expected.
[God Lectures – Available Teachers]
• Hercules – God of Strength and Trials
• Nyx – Goddess of Night and Shadow
• Athena – Goddess of Strategy and Weapons
• Archangel Michael – Divine Fla Sword
• Tyr – Norse God of Courage and Battle
• Susanoo – Japanese Storm God, Master of the Blade
• Anubis – God of the Underworld
• Achilles – Immortal Hero
• Gilgash – King of Heroes
• Hachiman – God of Martial Arts
• Raijin – God of Lightning
And the list was too big for the system panel couldn’t present singly. Silas felt his fingers twitch slightly. His mouth felt dry as his voice ca out shaky. "Wo—wow..."
His voice cracked slightly; sweat welled up on his forehead, and he staggered back into bed. "These... these many? And there are many more than that? All of these gods!?"
His eyes widened even more when he noticed the price tags.
The prices of so were low, lik, Hercules’s basic strength training videos, and so of them were wildly expensive, like Michael’s live "Blade of Heaven" class, requiring a fortune.
Silas’s face twisted. "Bro... these fucking prices are insane...." He muttered under his breath, his tone reflecting the frustration. "Who the fuck charges five grand for just a ten-minute lesson!?"
[Host, don’t shout. And these prices are just for the first lecture, with each lesson the prices will increase.]
Silas took a few seconds to comprehend the sentence that he had just heard, voice hitched. "WHAT—"
[Yes, host. You heard right.]
Silas took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "Yeah... that’s understandable because all of them are deities." Silas looked at the system’s panel, which was reflecting the nas of the gods. "System, let’s move further."
[Host, before browsing further, I must ask you a question.]
"What question?"
[What weapon do you want to specialise in? Choosing a primary weapon will organise your recomnded lectures.]
Silas paused as he went into a deep state of thinking, scratched his chin slightly. "Hmm... I an... sword feels right for . Daggers too. About spear? I don’t know."
He leaned back, eyes half-closed. "System, what do YOU think fits the best?"
[Based on your combat style, talent growth, and your natural movents:]— [Sword]— [Daggers]— [Spear][These three are the ideal ones for you, host.]
Silas humd as he crossed his arms next to his chest, imagining himself with each one of these weapons.
Daggers were fast but short-ranged. Spears had reach but felt too stiff for his style. But the sword...
When he held a sword in his hand, it felt right. Perfectly balanced, like it belonged there. He then opened his eyes slowly, "I pick the sword." His voice ca low, but it was firm.
[Confird.]
[Sorting lectures...]
The panel reorganised, removing unrelated deities. Only sword users remained. The three nas floated to the top as "Top Recomnded."
• Susanoo — Japanese Storm God (Master Sword Wielder)
• Tyr — Norse God of Courage & War (Sword Specialist)
• Archangel Michael — Wielder of the Flaming Sword of Heaven
Silas’s breath caught in his throat; he stared at the three options for a few seconds. Gods which he’d only heard about, gods from childhood stories and myths, gods whose nas had carried power across the entire world.
He whispered under his breath; his voice was soft. "I can... really learn from the deities?"
His heart thumped loudly, and he could hear his own heartbeat; excitent was mixing with disbelief. He thought about all the stories of them he had read till now, all the ani he had watched, all the fantasy worlds he used to escape into.
And now—
He could pick one of them to teach him. A small smile curled up on his lips; it wasn’t cocky, it wasn’t mocking. It was soft and full of awe. "This... this thing is insane." He whispered.
His fingers hovered over the choices that the system gave him. He then closed his eyes for a mont, rembering everything he admired growing up— the heroes, the legends, the swordsn from the stories who shaped his imagination.
Slowly... he tapped one. The screen in front of him suddenly flashed.
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