First blood
307 Words
The forest was too quiet.
Klaus moved carefully through the underbrush, sensing fully alert. The foreign memories in his head told him one thing very clearly—
This world was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
After walking for nearly half an hour, he finally confirmed his current situation.
Southern Continent.
Lower Region.
And judging by the thin spiritual energy in the air…
He was in one of the weakest countries.
“… Good,” he muttered.
Starting weak meant fewer early monsters.
Suddenly—
Rustle!
The bushes ahead shook violently.
Klaus's eyes sharpened.
Out stepped a wolf-like beast, its eyes glowing faintly red.
A Gray Fang Wolf — equivalent to a Martial Apprentice.
“… Of course,” Klaus sighed.
No starter pack.
No weapons.
Just vibes.
The wolf lunged.
Klaus barely dodged, rolling across the grass. His body moved far more smoothly than he expected.
So this was the benefit of his new body.
The wolf attacked again.
This time—
Klaus stepped in instead of back.
THUD!
His fist slammed into the wolf’s neck.
The beast yelped.
They struggled briefly—
Then the wolf collapsed.
Silence returned.
Klaus stood there, breathing slightly faster.
“… That was closer than I’d like.”
[Ding!]
[First combat victory recorded.]
[Reward: +50 Sect Points]
[Reward: +20 Cultivation Points]
His eyes lit up.
“Oh?”
Finally.
Progress.
But the system wasn’t finished.
[Special Beginner Reward Unlocked.]
A small black book materialized in his hand.
[Item: Void Sect Grimoire]
Klaus's brows rose.
“… What does this do?”
The moment his spiritual sense touched the book—
Space twisted.
The world flipped.
And Klaus vanished from the forest.
He reappeared in a vast empty space filled with faint spiritual mist.
His pupils shrank.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The beginning of his sect…
had just found its true foundation.
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