The skill [Sacrifice] was deceptively simple.
Anything Wang Xian owned—equipment, materials, attribute points, even skills or life force—could be offered to a mysterious, unknown entity. The mechanic felt less like a system feature and more like a contract with a god. Or a devil.
Too eerie. Too dangerous.
That was the first impression that crawled through Wang Xian's mind after parsing the basic mechanics.
He couldn't help but feel that this "mysterious entity" was related to the drop of blood he had consumed from the dragon-phoenix jade pendant. But that only deepened the mystery. The Blue Star had become a digital world—why was something like this, something so ancient and arcane, even possible?
He needed answers. And the only way to get them?
Test the skill.
Wang Xian chose the most expendable item in his inventory: his old mace. Outdated, low-value, but technically still a weapon.
May as well offer something before I start throwing in blood and souls.
He activated [Sacrifice], selected the mace—and just like that, it vanished. No sound. No light. It didn't melt or burn or explode. One second it was in his hand, the next it was gone.
Even more unsettling? His hand still gripped empty air, as if the mace had never existed.
Ding!You have offered a sacrifice to a mysterious being. Gained: 1 experience point.
Wang Xian stared blankly at the message.
"One… experience point?"
He blinked.
Did I just give up a whole weapon… for a single XP?
His jaw clenched. That mace, though weak, could've sold for 10 silver coins on the open market—tens of thousands of Dragon Coins. Now? Gone. Burned in divine bureaucracy.
And then it got worse.
Ding!Your sacrifice was deemed insufficient. The mysterious being's affection has dropped. Skill cooldown increased from 7 days to 10.
"…"
Did I just get scolded by a god?
The corner of Wang Xian's eye twitched. A skill that punishes you for insulting its deity with cheap loot? He'd never seen anything like it.
Just as he was about to swear, he stopped.
Wait…
His expression shifted as a new suspicion crawled to the surface.
If this skill is connected to the blood... and the blood gave me my second life...
Wang Xian's gaze drifted to the skill marked [Reverse the Future (Expired)].
His pupils shrank.
Rebirth. Second chance. Resetting fate.
Reverse... the future.
He remembered now. That skill had also appeared under the Godslayer class in his previous life—but back then, it had simply been labeled "Unknown Effect." There had been no "expired" tag.
But this time?
The truth clicked into place.
I didn't reincarnate. I used a skill.
His breath caught in his throat.
That skill—Reverse the Future—had been activated by taking the blood in the jade pendant. He hadn't just been reborn… he had spent a one-time-use power that warped fate itself.
And now it was gone.
The drop of blood granted me the Sacrifice class instead of Godslayer... because I already used its first gift.
He swallowed hard.
Everything made sense now.
And it was terrifying.
"Uncle?" Cheng Yao's voice cut through the silence.
She looked up from where she sat a few paces away, blinking in confusion.
"You okay? You've been standing there with that weird face for five minutes. It's like you're running through all five stages of grief at once."
Wang Xian snapped out of it.
"Eh? Oh. Yeah." He blinked, still disoriented. "Sorry, just… still adjusting to the class change."
More like reevaluating my entire second life.
Cheng Yao opened the team panel and squinted.
"'Sacrifice'? Hidden class? Wait… is that a support class?"
Her disappointment was practically audible.
Wang Xian rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, it's… technically support."
And technically a divine mystery machine, but sure, let's go with support.
"Uncle! But you're supposed to be a badass warrior or assassin or something!"
"I was supposed to be a lot of things," he muttered.
Still, she wasn't wrong to be skeptical. On the surface, "Sacrifice" didn't sound like the kind of class that inspires terror in your enemies. But the reality was far more complicated.
Especially when he scrolled through his skills and saw [Compassion].
The description made his brow arch.
[Compassion]:When party members are lower level than the Sacrifice, all kills provide full experience. The Sacrifice receives bonus experience per party member (+10% each, max +100%).
He whistled low.
This wasn't just a support class.
It was a power-leveling engine.
When Wang Xian was in your party, your entire team leveled faster. Much faster. Which meant, for top guilds trying to grind their core members to high levels quickly…
I'm a golden goose. The ultimate carry.
He could already imagine the offers.
Cheng Yao squinted. "So like… if a regular team of ten people kills a monster worth 100 XP, everyone would only get around 11 XP. But with you in the team…"
Wang Xian nodded. "They get the full 100. And I get 10% extra for each of them. Total XP for me? A thousand."
Her eyes went wide. "Oh. My. God. Uncle, you're a walking bug exploit."
He smirked.
"That's why I said I was still adjusting. My class is… weird. And powerful."
"Uncle, we're rich! You can sell your time for power leveling!" Cheng Yao's eyes practically had dollar signs in them. "Just join a big guild and let them pay you in gold coins and gear!"
Wang Xian blinked.
He hadn't considered that.
He'd always been the grinder. The lone wolf. But now...
Retirement in a guild, carried around like a sacred relic, fed gold and loot just for standing there?
Tempting.
Still, one last thought nagged at him.
He looked back to his status screen. At the [Sacrifice] skill. At [Jiwu]—the mysterious skill still unreadable—and at the cursed cooldown now ticking down from ten days instead of seven.
Whatever I've connected to… it doesn't follow the system. It doesn't care about balance or fairness. It has moods.
And I've pissed it off.
He couldn't risk using the [Sacrifice] skill again. Not yet. Not until he was stronger, smarter, and had a better offering to make.
Wang Xian took a deep breath and pushed away the unease.
For now, it was enough to know the truth.
He hadn't just come back with knowledge.
He came back with something far more dangerous—
A gift from a god that plays by no rules.