“E-Excuse me, Sir Believer! I’m also a believer in the True God! We’re all brothers here, so could you…”
Rot… or rather, Franlot, spoke incoherently. He suddenly felt a chill running through his body, and there was a strange sensation of wetness below.
Looking down subconciously, he realized he was currently in a mortifying, reputation-shredding situation.
“Ah…?”
In an instant, Franlot’s handsome face contorted, and then all color drained from his skin.
‘Maybe… I should just be sacrificed?’
‘Is there really any point in staying in this world?’
Fortunately, before he could sink further into despair, a small blue dot within his soul seemed to sense his thoughts and began to ripple.
[Ding! Thinking capacity restored! Binding the Strongest Player System…]
‘A… System?!’
Franlot’s mouth hung open in disbelief.
But soon, a grin spread across his face.
“Heh… Hehehe…”
‘The Transmigrator’s standard-issue System finally arrived! The Strongest Player System… It seems I was right; this really is the game world of Dark Continent!’
[Binding… 10%… 40%… 70%… 99%… Binding complete.]
Whoosh!
In the next second, a flash of light appeared before Franlot’s eyes, and a game-like panel manifested in front of him.
—
[Status Window]
Name: Franlot
HP: 75
MP: 5
Race: Human
Level: 1
STR: 6
CON: 4
AGI: 4
SPR: 4
[Talents]
Noble’s Might (E): A high-and-mighty human noble. When facing humans of lower status, you can release a “Might” to intimidate them.
Casanova (E-): You are a bit weak. It is a bad habit to ignore your health just because you are young. Hidden attribute “Charm” is slightly increased, but STR and CON are reduced by 10%.
—
‘What kind of trash talents are these?!’
‘What kind of trash character is this?!’
Never mind the character he had meticulously raised in the game Dark Continent.
Even the starting character for the worst class, the Deprived, had all stats at 10!
‘What the hell is this 6-4-4-4?!’
‘And… with this hellish start, it’s impossible to become the Sword God of Shili Slope!’
“If you truly believe in our great True God, you should feel honored to become a sacrifice for him.”
Seeing the sacrifice perform strange movements after waking up, the Cultist did not say much, simply focusing on his assigned task.
“W-Wait! Wait! What… what are you doing?”
Seeing the man’s movement, Franlot quickly reached out to stop him.
“Cleaning you up…” The man seemed a bit slow-witted, as he pointed directly at the wet patch on Franlot’s clothes.
“I…” Franlot pursed his lips, his finger pointing at the Cultist, who looked calm as if saying “this is only natural.”
He wanted to curse, but he did not dare.
“You… let me do it myself. I’ll do it myself, okay?” Finally, he suppressed his temper and forced a smile that looked more painful than crying.
The Cultist looked Franlot up and down before slowly nodding.
However, the man did not leave. Instead of cleaning Franlot, he simply stood there and watched Franlot clean himself.
‘Deep breaths… stay calm, stay calm…’
‘At least I’m not dead yet. There’s still a chance to turn things around…’
Though he was not a lore enthusiast, he knew a bit about the game’s setting.
The New God Sect was a cult founded by a group of lunatics to offer sacrifices to an Evil God. They were resentful of the original Supreme God of this world and used cruel methods to deceive commoners.
From the perspective of a normal person, they were the ultimate villains.
‘In this situation, I’m definitely a sacrifice…’
‘Dammit… the original owner of this body was the second son of a Duke. How did he get caught by these lunatics?’
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He was good at playing games, but analyzing reality…
While Franlot was worrying, a burst of fireworks suddenly exploded in his vision, and a large golden gift box appeared!
‘There it is! The System is so reliable…’
Tears nearly welling in his eyes, Franlot tapped the golden gift box in the void.
[Would you like to open the Beginner’s Gift Box?]
‘Open!’
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the next second, several items flew out of the golden box.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the skill: Detection]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the talent: Beginner Sword Mastery]
[Congratulations! You have obtained System “Mall Coins” x5]
Phew!
Instantly, Franlot felt his body become much lighter.
Although the attributes on his panel had not increased, the sensation of swinging a sword hundreds of times a day filled him.
It even made him feel like a Swordsman who had been constantly practicing and training.
“This feeling…”
Unfortunately, he did not have a sword at the moment.
‘Dammit! You gave me the Beginner Sword Mastery talent, but you couldn’t give me a sword?’
Franlot grumbled internally, but the System did not seem to hear his complaints.
As for Detection…
Franlot tried casting the so-called Detection on the Cultist in front of him.
In the next second, a red frame appeared around the man’s body, and his information was presented in a digital format.
—
[Status Window]
Name: Joey Hadoum
HP: 480
MP: 20
Race: Human
Level: 7
STR: 15
CON: 10
AGI: 8
SPR: 11
[Talents]
God’s Gaze (A): Being watched by the god of one’s faith. Able to release infinite potential, increasing all stats by 75%.
Cultist (D): Believing in a certain existence. At certain moments, it is possible to enter a “Fanatic State.”
—
‘Holy crap… these stats are more than just a little bit stronger than mine…’
‘His leftover HP is more than my total? I’ve never heard of excessive indulgence reducing your maximum HP…’
While Franlot felt like crying, he noticed someone standing in the ruins of a building to the side through the red frame of Detection.
This person’s clothing was completely different from the cultists.
Furthermore, for some reason, a large area of shadow beside that person was also marked with a red frame.
It was as if the shadow itself could be detected.
Currently, the person was standing in the shadow of the building, watching them.
Whoosh! In the next second, the person seemed to notice Franlot’s gaze.
As their eyes met, the recently transmigrated shut-in shuddered once more.
‘What terrifying eyes…’
Almost subconsciously, Franlot cast Detection on him!
—
[Status Window]
Name: Arthurline Reseredon
Level: ???
STR: ???
CON: ???
AGI: ???
SPR: ???
—
Aside from the name, all other information was replaced by question marks. It seemed the gap between them was too large.
‘Hiss… Is this a hidden boss?! Or… a high-ranking member of the cult?’
‘There didn’t seem to be a boss like this in the game…’