Roo stared intensely at the glowing golden text floating in the middle of his decrepit bedroom. He eagerly read the profound description of his very first supre ability.
[Supre Skill Acquired: Heavenly Mimicry]
[Description: Allows the supre host to completely copy any class they witness with their mortal eyes and make it their own!]
[Max Slots: 1 (Upgradable)]
[ Ti Limit/Cooldown: 24 Hours.]
Roo tilted his head. He was genuinely confused for a brief mont.
Then, his calculating mortal brain finally clicked, and he beca utterly elated! His crimson eyes widened to the size of full spirit moons.
This absolutely ant that any overpowered class ability in the entire mortal realm could be his, as long as he simply looked at the person using it!
If he saw a supre Sword Master swinging a blade, he could instantly steal their sword intent!
If he watched an arrogant Alchemist concocting pills, he could imdiately hijack their profound fire control! How incredibly cool was that?!
The fact that the slot limit was "Upgradable" ant that in the future, he could potentially hold multiple stolen classes at the exact sa ti!
However, the twenty-four-hour ti limit was a massive restriction.
That ant he could only copy and hold one specific class for a whole entire day before he could switch to another.
He would absolutely have to choose his stolen targets very wisely before charging into battle.
"Fuu fuu fuu. This is a genuinely good supre skill!" Roo nodded in absolute satisfaction. "Thank you very much, System!"
[Ding! The System is rely a humble facilitator. The Host should direct his supre gratitude toward the mighty will of the ancient Demon Lord of Lust!]
Roo paused for a second. He looked up at the decaying wooden ceiling and respectfully cupped his fists together.
"I sincerely thank you for this heaven-defying gift, mighty Demon Lord of Lust! May your degenerate legacy live on forever through my physical vessel, and please keep the desperate milfs coming my way!"
After offering his highly scandalous prayers, Roo rubbed his calloused hands together.
It was officially ti to spend his massive wealth. Two thousand Lust Points perfectly converted into exactly twenty pure attribute points!
"Alright, System! Convert two thousand Lust Points right now! Dump exactly ten points into my Constitution, and put the remaining ten points directly into my Strength!"
"I am going to physically pound that fat piggy Caspian into spiritual at paste tonight!"
[Ding! Warning! The System strongly advises the Host against this brute-force allocation!]
Roo frowned deeply.
"Why in the nine heavens not? I need thick muscles to dual-cultivate harder and punch faces faster!"
[Ding! The Host’s new supre ability, Heavenly Mimicry, demands an utterly terrifying amount of pure spiritual mana to activate and maintain!]
[If the Host attempts to copy a class right now, your spiritual sea will be instantly drained dry! You will be reduced to a withered, comatose husk in exactly two seconds!]
[You desperately need to upgrade your Intelligence status to expand your mana pool!]
Roo blinked. He ntally summoned his full status screen to verify the system’s dire warning.
A transparent blue window materialized in front of his face.
[Na: Roo Lovecraft]
[Level: 17]
[Status: Awakened]
[Age: 19]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Old Royal]
[Attribute points: 20]
[Lust points: 60]
[Skill: Heavenly Mimicry (F rank)]
[Strength: 8]
[Constitution: 10]
[Agility: 4]
[Intelligence: 10]
[Charm: 9]
Roo sighed heavily. What the system said seed to be the absolute, unfortunate truth.
He only possessed a pathetic 10 points in Intelligence! That was basically the mana capacity of a spiritually retarded rock!
If he tried to steal a high-level class tonight with only 10 Intelligence, his brain would probably explode like an overripe spirit waterlon.
Supre abilities were notorious for their extre mana consumption.
However, his Strength was sitting at an abysmal 8! He was physically weaker than a sick courtyard chicken!
He desperately needed a proper balance if he was going to survive the upcoming dinner banquet and the midnight assassination attempt.
He was not exactly sure what the optimal mathematical ratio was.
"Fuu fuu fuu. Fine, you degenerate interface. You are far smarter than regarding these profound chanics."
Roo crossed his arms and smirked.
"System! I authorize you to automatically upgrade my stats based on exactly what I need the absolute most right now! Distribute the twenty points perfectly for tonight’s violent encounters!"
[Ding! Acknowledged! Since the Host possesses absolute dog shit base stats across the entire board, the System highly recomnds dumping every single available point directly into Intelligence!]
[It is far better to excel suprely in one specific heavenly attribute than to be diocre garbage in all of them!]
Roo’s left eye twitched violently at the system’s blatant insult regarding his "dog shit" status. He took a deep breath and cald his Dao heart.
"Fuu fuu fuu. Fine. That actually makes perfect logical sense. A blunt mortal sword is completely useless, but a highly sharpened dagger can pierce a dragon’s heart. Do it, System! Make my spiritual sea massive!"
[Ding! Allocating 20 Attribute Points directly into Intelligence!]
[Leveling up the Host’s spiritual foundation...]
A brilliant, blinding golden light suddenly erupted from Roo’s brain and completely engulfed his physical vessel!
The divine radiance illuminated the decrepit bedroom for several long seconds before slowly fading away into nothingness.
Roo patted his chest and flexed his arms. He looked down at his body in slight confusion.
He felt absolutely nothing physical. His muscles did not bulge outward like his previous Constitution upgrade. His skin did not harden into spiritual iron.
However, when he took a deep breath of the room’s stale air, his eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock.
"What in the nine heavens is this profound sensation?" Roo whispered in awe.
He could literally feel sothing incredibly dense and tingly floating all around him!
It was entirely invisible to the naked eye, but his brain could acutely sense a heavy, vibrating current flowing through the very atmosphere.
It was definitely not just mortal oxygen and nitrogen!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! That tingling sensation is pure ambient mana!]
[Since you now possess exactly 30 points in Intelligence, your spiritual sea has expanded far enough to passively sense and interact with the invisible mana currents of the mortal realm!]
[High-level Awakeners rely heavily on massive mana reserves to exert their dominance. Even profound abilities based entirely on physical martial arts require enormous amounts of mana to execute properly and continuously!]
Roo nodded his head slowly. The profound logic made absolute sense.
A warrior could swing a heavy broadsword all day, but infusing that broadsword with blazing fire or phantom speed required pure, concentrated mana!
A completely new, refreshing vigor pulsed deeply within his brain and spiritual sea. He felt incredibly sharp, highly focused, and entirely ready to conquer the world.
He looked at his glowing blue status screen one last ti. His gaze lingered proudly on the [Heavenly Mimicry] supre skill resting at the bottom.
"This is going to be incredibly fun."
Roo smoothly closed the system interface. It was officially ti to visit a very specific, shadowy location within the Barony.
He needed to acquire the exact profound materials required to build an inescapable trap for that vile shadow curser tonight!
A highly sinister, world-destroying smile completely took over his handso face as he strutted out the bedroom door.
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Roo imdiately summoned his most loyal servant. He fetched the old butler, Elder Hall, to act as his personal driver for the evening.
Since the parasitic Velvetthunder scums had arrogantly hoarded all the luxurious, high tier spirit vehicles for their own degenerate use, Roo was forced to select an incredibly old, withered, rust covered spirit car from the deepest corner of the castle garage.
He absolutely did not trust a single other soul in this entire Barony. Elder Hall was his only safe option.
The old butler was completely elevated by his recent awakening. He was entirely willing to drive his Patriarch Baron through the Nine Netherworlds if requested!
They drove in complete silence for a grueling five hours. The rickety spirit car violently rattled over the profound cobblestone roads.
Finally, they arrived at the absolute deepest, filthiest section of the lower district. It was a squalid slum completely overflowing with vagrants, failed cultivators, and street rats.
Elder Hall parked the sputtering vehicle directly in front of an incredibly shady, highly questionable tavern.
The rotting wooden sign hanging above the door proudly displayed the na "Boar’s Nut!".
Elder Hall looked at the scummy, degenerate area with profound worry.
He desperately wanted to ask what in the nine heavens the supre Patriarch Baron was planning to do in such a filthy, low class establishnt.
However, he knew far better than to question the mysterious, heaven defying thods of this newly awakened, vengeful young man.
"Wait right here in the carriage, Elder Hall," Roo commanded with a mysterious smirk.
Before stepping out into the filthy street, Roo reached into a nearby laundry basket in the backseat. He casually grabbed a single, plain white bedsheet and smoothly stored it directly inside his spatial ring.
Elder Hall simply bowed his head in absolute obedience, completely confused by the bedsheet but remaining entirely silent.
Roo turned around and strutted confidently toward the creaky wooden doors of the Boar’s Nut tavern.
A profound, nostalgic excitent bubbled within his spiritual sea. It was finally ti.
It was ti for this granddaddy to officially rejoin the absolute most prestigious, highly secretive underground club in the entire Lower Realm.
He was returning to the legendary Small Seed Society!
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