Chapter 95: Chapter 93: The Birth of a New Talent (Second Update, Requesting First Subscription)
"Ao------------"
After an unknown amount of ti, a soul-shaking roar suddenly erupted.
Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened imdiately, and he looked up.
In the dense forest in the distance, a colossal beast was rampantly unleashing its furious strength.
Its enormous body, tens of ters tall, rushed around violently, crushing towering ancient trees.
And around it, countless people dressed in beast hides, like tribal natives, were scattered.
As the vision continued to shift, Fang Cheng felt as if he had returned to the primordial era.
Those ancestors, ard with spears and bows, were attempting to hunt down a "monster" hundreds of tis more powerful than themselves.
It seed so futile, yet so poignant.
Isn’t it because of these predecessors, who fought and fell, that humanity has been able to proliferate to this day, establish a powerful civilization, and dominate the entire planet?
Fang Cheng suddenly realized the true aning of the "Original Vowel."
These scenes were neither hallucinations out of thin air nor divine gifts bestowed.
They were ancestral mories, passed down to descendants through bloodline sensing, through the transmission of language and writing.
It is an ode to the convergence of human history, a civilizational tune capable of dispelling any darkness and filth.
It was as if a switch had been completely flipped in his mind.
A seedling nad belief vaguely took root in the depths of his heart.
Then.
Fang Cheng snapped out of his highly focused state.
The surrounding illusions shattered instantly like mirrors, vanishing without a trace.
At this mont, the recording playback also happened to co to an end.
"Hu------------"
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pressed the recording button on another pen.
Then he rubbed the tense center of his forehead and glanced at the clock.
Only a dozen minutes had passed.
But to him, it felt like he had experienced thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years.
However.
Perhaps it was due to the enhanced learning efficiency from entering the state of Concentration.
The ntal exhaustion wasn’t as severe as the previous two tis, and the feeling of brain swelling from overuse wasn’t too intense.
A pale blue light screen appeared before his eyes.
Fang Cheng’s gaze moved over a warning ssage about a slight ntal overspending and continued to look down.
After three Language Skills advanced to master level, each obtained a 2-point Enhancent reward in Spirit Attribute.
At this mont, his total Spirit Attribute startlingly exceeded 30 points, reaching 33 points.
Fang Cheng felt a stir in his heart.
No wonder he felt sowhat comfortable, even like a fish in water, when he began to adapt to listening to the "Original Vowel."
No, that’s not right.
This must also be due to the role played by the Grandmaster Level Language Skills.
[Spell Resistance, resistance to all negative language-based abilities such as curses, bewitchnt, and evil thoughts is increased by 100%]
This Skill Effect seems temporarily useless.
But should he co into contact with certain supernatural phenona in the future, it could beco a formidable trump card of imasurable value.
With this thought, Fang Cheng imdiately shifted his gaze to the Skill Panel.
[Japan Language lv3 (Max Level)]
[Nanyang Language lv2 (386/500)]
[Desert Language lv2 (345/500)]
[Latin lv2 (329/500)]
Currently, the Japan Language Skill has reached Max Level, with no further room for advancent.
The Nanyang Language, Desert Language, and Latin Skills were also not far from reaching Max Level.
Furthermore, the total number of Skills in the skill slot had reached the limit of 25 long ago.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but feel a bit of hesitation within.
Should he choose to rge these four language-based Skills?
If he decides to do so, then according to the panel rules, 4 level 3 Skills should be able to be rged into an Epic quality Talent.
But there was also a risk involved.
Without knowing the specific effects of the new talent, one would have to give up the just-acquired Grandmaster Level enhancent rewards.
As the thought flickered through his mind, a prompt about the rules of talent synthesis appeared on the panel.
[You are about to achieve the birth of your first new talent]
[After synthesizing the talent, all enhancent rewards from the original skill are retained, and related effects will be stacked onto the talent itself]
Seeing this prompt, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought about it carefully, and the rule listed by the panel did seem reasonable.
Otherwise, it would be a complete waste of the skill upgrade effect and the sweat poured into it, which contradicts the very basic principle of grinding for experience points.
With a plan in mind, Fang Cheng pondered his next move.
"Should I rest for two days before continuing?"
"Or should I give it my all now and make the breakthrough?"
To be honest, seeing that he was only a small amount of experience points away from synthesizing a new talent, waiting any longer felt a bit intolerable.
Most crucially, he simply couldn’t fall asleep right now!
He glanced at the warning information about a slight overdraw on his Spirit.
Rubbing his forehead and temples, Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered slightly in the darkness.
His brain did feel sowhat fatigued, but it was still bearable.
It occurred to him that he had already challenged his physical limits nurous tis in his fitness training.
Until now, he had never challenged his spiritual limit.
That ti he exercised pull-ups in the rain, it was more about leading his body through sheer willpower to overco difficulties, thereby gaining spiritual sublimation.
"So..."
"Let’s just give it a try tonight!"
With that thought, Fang Cheng imdiately fird up his decision to continue grinding for experience.
His gaze then fell on the two recording pens.
He had just transferred the voice data stored in Lin Chuqiao’s pen to his newly bought one.
Now he could definitely try activating both at the sa ti to see if it would yield a double effect!
After resting for half an hour.
Shasha... Shasha...
The two recording pens were almost simultaneously pressed to play, emitting the recorded sounds.
Fang Cheng’s eyes sparkled as he took a deep breath.
Then, he silently used his Concentration Skill, ready to listen attentively.
Sounds that seed to co from the distant Primordial era, crossing through ti and space, sounded one after another, echoing in the small bedroom.
Once again.
Fang Cheng’s brows were tightly knotted, his face pale, but his eyes were extrely calm, rational.
In the darkness, he remained motionless.
As if he had fully imrsed himself into the mysterious and grand atmosphere created by the "Original Vowel."
About five minutes later.
His temples throbbed, and spots of light danced before his eyes.
Fang Cheng suddenly stretched out his hands, simultaneously pressing the play buttons on both recording pens.
In the darkness, his face was tense, but the corners of his mouth revealed a satisfied and exhilarating smile.
The four Language Skills had finally been upgraded to full level lv3!
The feeling of challenging the spiritual limit was really not bad.
At this mont, Fang Cheng’s mind was completely blank, unable to recall anything, nor wanting to think about anything.
It felt as if his body were as light as cotton, sitting in a chair, soaring into the city’s night sky full of lights, drifting on and on...
It was nearly half an hour of dazed sitting.
Finally, his scattered consciousness condensed into a strand, and the dull senses of his faculties began to slowly recover.
Fang Cheng took several deep breaths, providing his brain with enough oxygen.
He then straightened his back and sat up again.
His eyes ignited like flas, staring at the panel that flickered with dazzling purple light.
[Congratulations, your relentless breakthroughs and personal reinvention have awed many, and you have successfully awakened a brand new talent]
[All-Knowing Language (Purple Epic-tier)]
The new talent had finally been born!
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