The panel emitted a more splendid and mysterious purple glow than usual.
Fang Cheng’s eyes similarly twinkled non-stop as he carefully scrutinized the detailed introduction of his new talent.
[All-Knowing Language]
[Mastery over any language of sentient beings, needing only to hear a complete sentence of dialogue or glance at a line of simple text to instantly translate and unlock it entirely with robust instinct]
[Increase resistance to all negative linguistic abilities such as curses, beguilements, evil will, etc. by 400%]
Fang Cheng took a deep breath to calm his somewhat excited heart.
This talent, synthesized from language-based skills.
Although it didn’t enhance direct combat ability, it granted him the utmost convenience in future daily life and learning, eliminating all barriers to communication with others.
Moreover, the phrase "beings of sentience" aroused endless speculation...
An All-Knowing Attribute, akin to a power possessed by deities.
The reason it’s rated as "Epic" rather than "Mythical".
Probably also lies in the shortcomings on a combative level.
When his eyes moved to the second ability of "All-Knowing Language", that flaw seemed to vanish instantly.
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, his eyes revealing even more satisfaction.
In his fighting philosophy, confronting an enemy was always about more than just offensive focus and seizing the upper hand.
It required also firmly rooted stances and defensive preparations to execute precise strikes.
The Spell Resistance described in the new talent was likely mainly derived from Spirit Attribute’s boost to willpower.
Based on his current base attributes calculation.
A 400% enhancement equated to Spell Resistance that one would only have with over 100 points in Spirit Attribute.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but feel moved.
An Epic talent lived up to its Epic name!
Reliant on daily diligent training and gradual skill upgrades, it was incomparable by comparison.
Or rather, it could be said that skills only truly achieve perfection when elevated to full level and finally evolve into talents!
After evaluating the new talent’s specific abilities.
Fang Cheng reined in his thoughts and calmed his mind.
Then, he opened his desk drawer and took out the postcard that had been lying there for a long time.
"I hope to have the honor to hear your voice..."
Seeing this line of writing again, Fang Cheng’s thoughts were slightly stirred.
He could faintly sense the emotions of the sender when they wrote these words.
Next, his eyes scanned over the following series of unintelligible characters.
The originally odd and quirky characters seemed to become harmonious and orderly all at once.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng understood their meaning.
And then, his expression also became slightly strange...
It was a string of codes.
The odd thought was not in this.
But because it belonged to the type of a Spell.
Not the negative type that curses others to death, but a medium for mutual communication.
It was like... entering a special key required to log into a private chat room.
Fang Cheng, seeing this kind of thing for the first time, was not familiar with the specifics and could only approximate a metaphor.
After brief contemplation, his lips moved slightly, fluently reciting this exceedingly awkward Spell.
"Om, Ah, Mi, Ma, Wa, She, Mo..."
As the Spell was pronounced one character and one sound at a time, it echoed clearly in the air.
The surroundings whirred backward.
At the same time, countless voices surged to his ears.
Like a radio changing frequency, picking up the rustling, excessively noisy hum of human voices.
In the blink of an eye, the noise retreated rapidly like the tide.
Fang Cheng widened his eyes, looking around.
The cramped bedroom was as if entirely shrouded in darkness.
Darkness so deep that even the perception of a Spirit Attribute of 33 points could not fathom it.
It felt as if one stood alone at the very end of the world.
Vast, quiet, and ethereal.
Fang Cheng wasn’t sure whether this place was a hallucination born of his own imagination
Or if it truly existed on some level of this world.
Looking outside, all light seemed to have been completely devoured by the cosmos, the depth oppressive.
But the darkness wasn’t just mere darkness.
It flowed slowly as if it had substance, like a thick fog covering all things under heaven and earth.
And faintly, one could hear the howling of the wind, or perhaps the sound of waves crashing.
As if countless evil creatures lurked within, waiting to choose their prey.
It was a bit like the state he was in when he listened to the second syllable of the "Original Vowel".
Fang Cheng’s heart stirred slightly, and as he raised his eyes, his dark and glossy pupils slightly dilated.
Above his head in the sky, hung a few sparse stars.
With closer scrutiny, anomalies could be discerned.
They varied in size, sometimes clustering, sometimes dispersing, their shapes and glows all different, more like points of light floating in the dark fog.
Some were bright like stars hanging high, captivating onlookers.
Others were so dim they were hardly noticeable, like fireflies’ lights flickering up and down, adrift with the current.
And in the far depths of that profound darkness, it seemed there were even more elusive points of light.
Fang Cheng’s eyes sparkled, and as he looked down at his feet, a ring of light emerged, and he instantly understood.
Then he recalled the Spell he had chanted.
At the slightest stir of thought, he stood in front of one of the fainter points of light.
But as he approached, that point of light transformed into the image of a mansion gate.
The gate was carved with various intricate patterns, neatly symmetrical, exuding an air of nobility and elegance.
Fang Cheng looked up at the gate, reached out his hand, ready to knock.
Then, he paused again.
Jiangnan District, Dao Valley Street.
This area could be considered one of the most expensive residential districts in East Capital.
Within a villa equipped with a garden and swimming pool, all lights were extinguished.
The servants were all asleep, so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.
Only in the master bedroom, a faint glimmer of light flickered.
A young man with a bare chest and handsome face sat cross-legged on the floor.
Around him, a circle of lit candles suggested he was engaged in meditation.
Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly, sensing something, and he opened his eyes.
Then, somewhat annoyed, he scratched the black hair covering his brow and revealed a chilling smile:
"Why don’t you come in? I’m quite hospitable to my own kind..."
As he spoke, his eyes flashed a hint of green light.
Meanwhile, in another corner of this city.
A woman dressed in silk pajamas with a graceful and voluptuous figure sat up from bed.
As if just waking from a nightmare, she muttered to herself:
"Still haven’t made contact with his girlfriend?"
"He may be a rookie, but it shouldn’t be the case."
"With the reading speed he demonstrated, he should have already broken through his memory or perception limits, and his meditation skills wouldn’t be poor."
"All he has to do is read the pitch of those few words correctly, he doesn’t need to systematically learn the True Word Spell..."
The woman furrowed her brows in deep thought, somewhat perplexed.
Covered with the warmth of the velvety blanket, she wanted to return to sleep, but sleep had completely fled.