Chapter 2: Since My Attributes Are Lacking, I'll Have to Exploit the Bugs!
In the dim, empty world, a grand hall of stars floated in the void.
Su Mubai lay within the hall, his eyes tightly shut.
A heavy breath echoed through the celestial chamber, signaling that he had escaped danger; awakening was now only a matter of time.
[Welcome, Blue Star player, to the Myriad Worlds Game. Beginning body data scan.]
As the system prompt sounded, a pillar of golden light descended from above, sweeping over every inch of Su Mubai’s skin.
[Scan complete. Generating initial panel...]
Buzz—
In an instant, the golden pillar dissipated. Su Mubai’s fingers twitched.
Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, greedily gulping in air.
“So—it’s real!”
Shocked, he surveyed his surroundings, his eyes wild with the ecstasy of survival. The thick suffocation he’d just experienced still left his heart pounding in fear.
“Liu Ruyan, Zhao Xu!”
The thought of that treacherous pair made Su Mubai grit his teeth in fury.
He should have died by their hands, his immense fortune stolen without remorse.
Yet now, with the arrival of the Myriad Worlds Game, fate had granted him a chance for vengeance.
“Next is talent awakening, isn’t it?”
He drew a deep breath, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
“Let’s hope I’m not too unlucky.”
It had been so long since he’d opened his eyes that he struggled to adjust at first.
Fortunately, the colors and lights within the starry temple were gentle.
He didn’t have to wait long. The system prompt sounded again.
[Character panel generated. Beginning talent awakening.]
Every player entering the Myriad Worlds Game would automatically awaken a talent in the starlit hall.
From the lowest grade F, up to the supreme SSS, there were nine ranks in total.
The game never revealed what determined one’s talent, but it was clear: to rise powerfully in this world, a strong talent was essential.
Soon, the system voice delivered a stunning surprise to Su Mubai!
[Talent awakening complete. Congratulations, player, for successfully awakening an S-grade exclusive talent—“Ascension.”]
“S-grade!”
Wild joy shone in Su Mubai’s eyes.
According to the Myriad Worlds Game, the odds of awakening S-grade talent were one in ten million.
He had actually awakened such a powerful gift!
Talents below S-grade were considered ordinary—many players could awaken the same ones.
But S-grade and above were called exclusive talents.
This meant “Ascension” was unique to Su Mubai; no one else could ever obtain it.
[Ascension]: S-grade exclusive talent. Consumes a certain amount of lifespan to permanently elevate any skill by one tier, up to S-grade skills. (No cost for the first three uses.)
“Any skill?”
Su Mubai was startled, but before he could ponder further, the system prompt rang out again.
[Upon entering the game, your identity is “Descendant.” Please confirm your in-game name.]
In the Myriad Worlds Game, all NPCs were living beings; every human from Blue Star had been transported to this world and digitized by the system.
As for returning to Blue Star, the game offered no answers.
After a moment’s thought, Su Mubai spoke:
“White Night.”
[Naming successful. Welcome, player “White Night,” to the Myriad Worlds Game. Please select your class.]
A hum sounded, and dozens of beams of light fell from the sky.
Within each beam stood a figure identical to Su Mubai, each representing a different class.
These were the basic professions: Physical, Magical, Defensive, and Support.
Warrior, Archer, Rogue, Brawler, Mage, Priest—every role was present.
There were also hidden classes in the game, but those couldn’t be chosen at the start.
Normally, players would select the class best suited to their awakened talent.
But Su Mubai’s “Ascension” talent could be applied to any class.
“Warrior? Or perhaps a mage?”
He stroked his chin, examining the various options.
But soon he realized he was overthinking.
The figures before him began vanishing one by one.
[Player “White Night’s” initial attributes do not meet requirements. Excluding unavailable classes.]
The system’s prompt made Su Mubai’s face fall.
In just a few breaths, only one figure remained before him.
[Based on the player’s initial attributes, the only available class is—Necromancer.]
[Class selection successful.]
Without giving him any choice, the last figure shimmered with light and merged into his body.
At the same time, Su Mubai’s hospital gown transformed into a tattered linen robe.
A faint aura of death slowly emanated from him.
“Open attribute panel!”
Staring at his new attire, Su Mubai’s face was ashen.
It wasn’t that he thought necromancer was a bad class—he just wanted to see how low his starting stats truly were!
[Attribute Panel]
[Player: White Night]
[Level: 0 (0.00%)]
[Class: Necromancer]
[Strength: 1]
[Constitution: 1]
[Agility: 1]
[Spirit: 10]
[Free Attribute Points: 0] (Gain 5 points per level.)
[HP: 1/1] (Maximum permanently locked, reason unknown.)
[MP: 200/200] (1 Spirit = 20 Mana.)
[Attack: 1]
[Spell Power: 10]
[Physical Defense: 1]
[Magic Defense: 5]
(Different classes receive different attribute bonuses.)
[Exclusive Talent: Ascension]
[Class Skills: Summon Little Skeleton (Lv1), Scorch (Lv1)]
[Summoning Slots: 0/1]
[Equipment: Practice Bone Staff, Patched Robe]
[Lifespan: 1 year]
“Damn it, why is it like this?”
Staring at his miserable attribute panel, Su Mubai was momentarily at a loss.
All his attributes besides Spirit were a mere single point.
No wonder he could only become a Necromancer.
Other classes—even Mage and Priest—required at least two points in Constitution or Agility.
Normally, the average person’s starting stats would hover around five, give or take a point or two.
But Su Mubai was the complete extreme.
Spirit maxed, everything else crippled...
And his max HP was, for some unknown reason, permanently locked at one!
Just a single point of life—any touch would kill him. How was he supposed to play like this?!
And only one year of lifespan left, which made him despair.
It seemed the Myriad Worlds Game had only pulled him back from the brink of death, without truly solving his problems.
At this thought, Su Mubai sighed.
Indeed, the Myriad Worlds Game owed him nothing.
But he was still unwilling—it was as if hope had been placed in his hands, only to be snatched away again.
This crushing disappointment was far worse than utter despair.
“A single year of life, is it?”
Gritting his teeth as he looked at his panel, Su Mubai muttered, “With no way out, I might as well gamble everything!”
With that, he lifted his head sharply, shouting with resolve:
“Ascend ‘Ascension’ for me—three times in a row!”