"[Master, I am initiating the transfer of all accessible data pertaining to my functions and capabilities directly into your cerebral cortex. You may experience some…discomfort during the process. Please attempt to remain calm]
As the System's words echoed in his mind, a wave of nausea washed over Jun Hao, followed by a sharp, piercing pain that radiated from the base of his skull. It felt as if his brain was being stretched, twisted, and filled with molten metal. He staggered, clutching his head, his vision blurring.
He stumbled towards the door, desperately trying to find an escape, a release from the overwhelming sensation. He fumbled with the latch, his fingers clumsy and unresponsive. Finally, with a burst of panicked strength, he ripped the door open, the wood splintering and cracking under his assault.
He rushed out of the room and into the corridor, gasping for air. The faces of passersby swam into focus – startled attendants, curious patients, and stern-looking disciples, all staring at him with a mixture of concern and bewilderment. He couldn't focus, couldn't think. The pain was too intense.
Driven by an instinct he couldn't explain, he stumbled towards the courtyard, his legs moving with a frantic urgency. He reached the edge of a meticulously manicured flowerbed and, with a strangled groan, collapsed to his knees, retching violently.
The air grew thick with whispers. People stopped to stare, their faces etched with a mixture of pity and disgust. "Oh, the poor boy," one woman murmured, clutching her child closer. "He must be terribly ill." Another shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Call the physician! The boy needs help!"
Jun Hao, barely aware of his surroundings, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The pain in his head had subsided slightly, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
"I...feel… stronger," he mumbled, his voice hoarse. A weak chuckle escaped his lips. A moment ago, he was on the brink of collapse, drowning in pain. Now, he felt… different. Enhanced, somehow.
He struggled to his feet, swaying slightly. The faces of the onlookers were still filled with concern, but he noticed a hint of curiosity in their eyes. He forced a smile, trying to reassure them.
"I'm fine," he said, his voice still a little shaky. "Really. Just a bit… dizzy." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I have a weird voice inside, but I will fight, thank you I have been alone that what I should tell."
With a newfound resolve, he turned and walked back towards the ruins of his room, leaving the hushed crowd behind.
He paused at the shattered doorway, running a hand over the splintered wood. The damage was extensive, far beyond what a simple "accident" could explain. A strange sense of pride welled up within him. He had done this. He, Jun Hao, the sickly, powerless orphan, had unleashed a force strong enough to tear apart solid wood.
A new determination hardened his gaze. He stepped over the debris and back into the room, his heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
"Step by step, Father… Mother," he whispered, his voice filled with a raw, aching grief.
"I will make sure I kill the Nyx that did this to you. I promise you, I will bring you back, Or what's left of you. This, this is the new path i had to take in life"
He sat down on the edge of his bed, took another deep breath, and closed his eyes. It was time to delve deeper into the mysteries of the System, to understand the power that now coursed through his veins.
He steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and whispered the words, "Status window."
Instantly, a small, translucent blue screen materialized before his eyes, filled with lines of shimmering text:
[Name: Jun Hao]
[Cultivation Level: Bone Tempering (Initial)]
[Skills: None]
[Innate Talents: Copy, Dao Comprehension, absolute sword talent]
[Cultivation Talent: Unparalleled]
[Descendant of the Ancient Supreme]
Jun Hao stared at the display, his mind struggling to process the information. He had never seen anything like it before. It was like… a game interface, or something out of the futuristic stories, but he didn't know how to call it, since those kind of things did not exist in his era or at least he thought it didn't exist, because he never left his village.
The Chaos System answered his unspoken thoughts.
[This is your System Panel, Master. It will serve as your primary interface for tracking your progress and managing your abilities. You can see your cultivation level the system and yourself and it can even hide your cultivation and talents from others, protecting your mind from illusions and mind control]
Jun Hao blinked, his eyes flicking over the words on the screen. "You can read minds too?"
[Master, I have already transferred the core knowledge of my functionalities directly into your brain]
"It's… tiring," Jun Hao admitted, rubbing his temples. The influx of information was overwhelming. "I'd rather just hear your voice. I've been alone for so long, especially ever since that incident happened six years ago." His voice trailed off, tinged with a sudden melancholy.
[What incident, Master]
The System asked, its voice laced with a hint of curiosity.
Jun Hao shook his head, a dark shadow passing over his face. "Never mind," he mumbled, his voice distant. "It doesn't matter." He forced a smile, trying to regain his composure. "Anyway… what other things can you do? Besides read my mind and give me a headache, of course."
The System's voice took on a more enthusiastic tone.
[I can hack into any software or informational database with little to no effort. I can generate missions, and each completed mission comes with a reward, The rewards give you a treasure]
"Really?" Jun Hao grinned, a spark of genuine excitement igniting in his eyes.
He began to bounce on the bed, his earlier exhaustion forgotten. "This is amazing! I can't believe this is happening! This is… this is like something out of a dream!"
His impromptu celebration was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Two young men, clad in the simple grey robes of the Divine Physician's disciples, peeked into the room, their eyes wide with surprise.
"What happened here?" one of them asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "Was there a fight or something?"
Jun Hao froze, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He hadn't even considered the impression he would make, leaving his room in such a state.
"I… I don't know," he stammered, averting his gaze. "I think I might have… ripped it off by accident. I'm not sure how or why".
The disciples exchanged skeptical glances. "Wow," one of them said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How strong are you, exactly?" The question was clearly meant to be mocking, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his eyes.
He didn't say anything that came from his heart.
"Anyway, we'll fix it for you," the other disciple chimed in, his tone suddenly businesslike. "Not for free, of course. Five hundred AMB. It's not too high. So this may come with a cost and it is always is."
Jun Hao's stomach plummeted. Five hundred AMB was a significant sum, especially for someone who had left all his money at home.
"Five hundred AMB?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's… that's all I have, Senior Brothers." He looked up at them, his eyes pleading.
The disciples exchanged a knowing glance, a cruel smile playing on their lips. "Well, little brother," one of them said, his voice smooth and menacing. "You can give it up, or want to have a quarrel with our master? It is, what it is, you know?"
Torn between his pride and his financial desperation, Jun Hao reluctantly handed over the money, his face burning with shame and resentment. "Here," he mumbled, averting his gaze. "That was my last… what you wanted"
The words are what you make but the heart is true". Of course it was a lie, but the words they said, didn't mean a thing
The disciples, their expressions smug, set to work with surprising efficiency. In a matter of minutes, the door was repaired, good as new, if not better. Jun Hao stared in amazement. Even if he were a master carpenter, he couldn't have achieved such results with ease, the door was repaired, good as new, if not better. Jun Hao stared in amazement. Even if he were a master carpenter, he couldn't have achieved such results with such speed. It was a stark reminder of the power and skill that came with cultivation.
"Good night, little brother," one of the disciples said, patting Jun Hao on the shoulder with a condescending air.
They left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Jun Hao alone . Although he had been officially discharged, he had nowhere to go. He had never left the village of Silent Stones in his entire life. Han County was a strange and unfamiliar place, filled with towering buildings, bustling crowds, and an overwhelming sense of… vastness. Overwhelmed and exhausted, he decided to sleep in the room he previously had been in .
The next morning, the Sect Leader, Zhou Tan, accompanied by First Elder Hong, walked into the room. Zhou Tan, his face still bearing the marks of his recent battle, stopped short when he saw Jun Hao, his eyes widening in recognition.
Jun hao seeing Zhou tan quickly recognised him
"You're…" he began, his voice filled with gratitude. "You're that man, thank you for rescuing me, back there." Something changed in his voice as he was about to speak, but stopped saying it, he remembered he was not a bad guy.