Hearing the voice in his mind, Lin Bo's eyes—already wide from the cross-shaped meteor shower in the sky—suddenly contracted.
Then he heard it again:
Based on the host's performance over the past three months, a reward of 300 magic points and a beginner's gift pack has been issued.
Would you like to open it now?
Feeling the surge of power within him, Lin Bo finally confirmed that he had truly awakened the system.
Suppressing his overwhelming joy, he hastily replied: "Open!"
Ding! Congratulations! Host has obtained a Zanpakutō!
Ding! Congratulations! Host has obtained a pair of Sharingan eyes!
Ding! Congratulations! Host has obtained a Thunder-Thunder Fruit!
As the system's voice faded, Lin Bo saw a virtual panel appear before him:
Host: Lin Bo
Race: Human
Magic Points: 300
Zanpakutō: Unreleased
Sharingan: Double-Tomoe
Demon Fruit: Thunder-Thunder Fruit
Other Skills: None
Overall Strength: 350 (Magic Points 300, Martial Arts 20, Mental Fortitude 30)
Seeing the information on the virtual panel, Lin Bo frowned slightly.
He understood the skills from the beginner's gift pack; they were clearly from the Dead Flame Sea. But the last line about overall strength seemed somewhat puzzling.
Magic Power indicates the amount of magic within the body.
Strength represents the physical prowess of the body.
Stamina signifies the power of composure and endurance.
These three aspects collectively determine the combat level.
However...
"System, can we communicate?"
"Host, please ask."
"What's this overall evaluation about?"
The system's mechanical voice responded, "Currently, your magic power is awarded by the system. Your strength and stamina have been enhanced through three months of relentless effort."
"The overall evaluation is based on your current state without using skills. If you incorporate your skills, your combat level would increase accordingly."
"Moreover, the more proficient you become with your skills, the higher your combat level will rise."
"Of course, skill activation also requires magic power enhancement."
"How can I obtain more magic power?" Lin Bo continued.
The system replied, "Due to the near-imperceptible magic power in this world's atmosphere, you must complete system tasks to acquire it."
"Additionally, completing tasks will grant you other skills beyond magic power."
"However, the weapon is a specific reward, and there's only one. What capabilities it has will depend on the host's performance."
*So that's how it works!*
After hearing the system's explanation, Lin Bo finally felt relieved.
In simple terms, the system's capabilities were tasks, rewards, and upgrades.
*It's quite straightforward!*
And his current strength was at the level of a Crystal Saint Knight.
If he used a Devil Fruit or the Sharingan, he might even reach the level of a Jade Saint Knight or Red Jade Saint Knight!
Of course, this would require reaching a certain level of proficiency.
The hierarchy of Saint Knights in this world is: Knight, Squire, (Crystal, Jade, Red Jade, Blue Jade, Platinum, Diamond) Saint Knight, Cardinal, and Grand Saint Knight, totaling ten stages.
*Clang!*
Just as Lin Bo was still communicating with the system, a sudden metallic sound came from beside him.
Turning around, he saw Hoatz looking panicked.
The noise had come from his iron sword falling to the ground.
Hoatz had dropped his sword and was now frantically running toward a nearby knight.
Just as Hoatz reached the knight, he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
"Sir, I beg you, let me go home! I'm just a farmer - I can't possibly fight in some 'Holy War'!"
"I only want to return to my family..." Hoatz pleaded desperately, tears streaming down his face.
"What are you doing? Get back to training immediately!" Lar not only showed no mercy, but kicked Hoatz violently, bellowing at him.
Though knocked to the ground, Hoatz scrambled up again, clinging to Lar's leg and wailing pitifully.
Lin Bo understood - the cross-shaped meteor had triggered this reaction in Hoatz.
It wasn't just Hoatz - others wore equally troubled expressions, realizing the legendary "Holy War" was truly coming.
How they longed to leave this place and return home!
But could they ever go back?
Seeing Hoatz's desperate pleas, Lar's temper flared, his eyes growing increasingly icy.
"Do you think this is some place where you can come and go as you please?" he snarled.
With those words, Lar kicked Hoatz to the ground once more.
This time, he didn't allow Hoatz to rise. His boots rained down mercilessly on the man's body.
Hoatz curled up on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he wailed in agony.
The onlookers watched in terror, too afraid to intervene. After all, none of them were a match for a knight.
Lar's kicks grew more frenzied, his face twisting with a cold, twisted pleasure. He knew these were just commoners - no threat at all. His actions served dual purposes: to set an example and to indulge his sadistic desires.
But then...
A foot suddenly appeared beneath Lar's boot, preventing him from landing another blow.
"Have you had your fill of kicking?!"