A System is a blessing for lazy people.
What was happening? Was life suddenly a video game? And then Wind remembered that he didn't know how to check his stats.
"No longer will I be a slave to my memories. Hahahhaahaha. God really does bless those who struggle. I am not a waste anymore do you see!" Wind shouted to nobody in particular.
Race: Human
Bloodline:
Strength: .4
Intelligence: 1.2
Endurance: .2
Creativity: .1
Skills:
Talents:
Knowledge Points: 0
Wind sighed, he knew his stats would be awful but he didn't know how awful.
"System what are Knowledge Points?" Wind asked. After about a second the system responded.
"Umm can you tell me how to open it?"
It was a lot like the VR games that Wind was so used to playing. Wind willed the library option to open. In front of him appeared several illusory bookshelves that were empty.
Wind thought this seemed very useful but he wasn't sure why he would be reading a lot of books but he didn't worry about it much. Back at the family, he had always read a massive amount, consuming almost all the fiction that they had there.
Next, he opened up the Skill Developments tab and found that nothing appeared.
"System, what's the point of Skill Development"
Wind had no idea what the use of that was but he thought it might be useful. Next he opened up the Store tab and was shocked. It had so much... things? When he opened the Store tab several other tabs came into existence.
In each one of the categories, there were only a couple options of what to choose but each of those options was shocking. In techniques, he found a couple of beginner cultivation manuals along with some other more strange things.
Sets the foundation for energy techniques.
Sets the foundation for body techniques.
Sets the foundation for soul techniques.
Sets the foundation for the manipulation of the bloodline.
Sets the foundation for the manipulation of will.
Wind knew what these techniques were. He had seen people in his family go crazy over "cultivation" but Wind knew what they really went crazy for, power. They wanted to control everyone and everything but at what expense, at the expense of people like Wind.
"System, I'm confused, I've seen techniques which are much more complicated than this why can't I learn them"
The system had an attitude that so much was sure. But to Wind that beginner bundle sounded very attractive. Wind hit the button for Gambling and was startled by what appeared. A giant gold slot machine appeared in his vision.
Wind pulled the slot machine lever down and as soon as he did the slot machine disappeared and was replaced an easel with paints. Wind had seen his father paint once, back then it was something Wind loved watching his father do but his father did not have an easel like this.
It was simply beautiful, one the side engraved in the wood were stories. Little wolves with bristling furs chasing dear maidens throughout forests.
"What is this? It's so, beautiful."
Rank: Diamond
It was created by the Stone Lattriksonn, a mystic ranked woodsmith, it is part of a series of wood tools and objects that he created for other professions to use. It has the effect of generating new ideas, the longer someone or something paints with it the more good ideas will come to them.
"But what do I do with it? Do you want me to paint? I've never done that before." Even saying that though Wind wanted to grab the brushes and start to paint something, paint anything.
Wind was reminded of the bitchiness of this "system." Wind looked at the pale canvas, the canvas looked back. The brush dawdled in his hands, what to do, where to go, how to be. Wind started to paint, first slowly each brush stroke taking a minute but then faster and faster and faster until the painting was done.
If you could even call it a painting it was more of a collection of colors but at least it was something. It was supposed to be a tree but giant stick with green would better depict it.
<+1 Painting XP>
<+1 Knowledge Point>
<"Tree">
Rank: Dirt
A painting made by a beginner painter. Might help show what not to do when to paint.
Color: F-
Composition: F
Creativity: F
Brush: F-
Wind sighed in defeat, this was going to be a long day.