Chapter 2:
Jhon Eldenring sat cross-legged on a floating stone, deep in thought. His system interface hovered before him, its golden letters pulsing slightly, as if mocking his slow progress.
{Ding! Congratulations, host! Your Dao of Supreme Racism has reached Level 2. But honestly, that was slow. Are you even trying?}
Jhon frowned. "What do you mean, slow? I've been insulting these so-called cultivators left and right."
{Ding! Host's performance is mediocre at best. You have barely scratched the surface of true racial superiority techniques. Here, take a look at your new abilities:}
Verbal Discrimination Aura: Instantly lower an opponent's confidence with passive insults.
Ancestral Purity Detection: Scan someone's bloodline for weaknesses and inconsistencies.
Bias-Enhanced Reflexes: Automatically counter any argument based on pre-existing prejudices.
Jhon sighed. "Fine, I'll put them to use."
He arrived at the Farting Cloud Sect, one of the lesser-known sects in the region. The disciples were engaged in practice, struggling to master a technique that required five different breathing patterns and a year of isolation just to advance a single level.
Jhon scoffed. "No wonder your sect is irrelevant. By the time you finish a single technique, some lucky protagonist will have found a god-tier inheritance and surpassed you."
Elder Qi Shallow-Mind turned, his face darkening. "Ignorant fool! This technique is the pinnacle of—"
Jhon activated Ancestral Purity Detection.
[Scanning bloodline...] [Result: 78% Background Character, 19% Disposable Villain, 3% Betrayer Potential]
Jhon smirked. "Yeah, I figured. You were doomed to mediocrity from birth."
{Ding! Effectiveness: 65%. Try targeting their pride more directly next time.}
Elder Qi turned red with rage, but before he could respond, another disciple stepped forward. "Senior! We mustn't let this outsider disrespect our sacred arts!"
Jhon sighed. "Look, I don't even need to fight you. The world itself is against you. No matter how hard you train, someone with better talent will always surpass you in a fraction of the time."
The disciple trembled, his grip on his sword weakening.
{Ding! Host's words have lowered opponent's will to fight. Cultivation decreased by one minor realm.}
Jhon grinned. "Now that's more like it."
Later that day, Jhon sat under a tree, reflecting on his progress. The system chimed in again.
{Ding! Host's efficiency has improved. However, your insults lack variety. Try incorporating more sarcasm and indirect mockery.}
Jhon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'll work on it."