Reon stared at the small pill resting in his palm.
It was smooth, round—almost like a piece of dy.
For a fleeting moment, doubt flickered in his mind. Was this truly a Grade-2 Healing Pill?
It looked so… Unassuming.
Yet, as his gaze drifted back to his battered, broken body, he let out a weary sigh.
What choice did he have?
With ation, he brought the pill to his lips.
The moment it neared his mouth, a rich, intoxig fragranveloped him—a blend of various herbs and delicate floral notes, warm and reassuring.
A St that spoke of Healing and Vitality.
As his teeth pressed into the pill, a burst of fvor flooded his senses, unlike anything he had ever tasted.
A wave of heat spread through his body, seeping into every ag muscle, every fractured bone.
It was as if his very essence was beiored from the i. It was the first time in his life he had ever ed something so transformative.
A Miracle in the form of a Simple dy.
If something like this had existed ba Earth, it would have been worth millions.
But here, in this cruel, unfiving world, it was merely a Stepping Stone—ohat could mean the differeween Life ah.
[Ding! The Host has eaten a Healing pill for the first time. The effect of the Healing pill is increasing.]
[Ding! The Host has pleted the selected option. Host has received a Prote Item (Low- Tier Unon-Grade).]
[Ding! The Host has received a Novice Gift. Touch the box to unlock it. Depending on your Luck, you will receive an item or a skill.]
[Ding! The rewards have been stored in the System Iory. Check your Iory for further details.]
System notifications flooded his vision, but Reon barely paid them any heed.
Right now, there was only ohing that mattered—his Body.
If he didn’t recover within a week, he was as good as dead.
No— even if he were at full health, he would still die at the hands of the Protagonist.
After all, Xue Taiyang had beeen to death even at his Peak.
But that didn’t mean Reon would sit bad wait for fate to cim him.
As the minutes passed, he could feel it—his body slowly knitting itself back together.
After half an hour, the pain had dulled. His fingers flexed, his limbs moved. Though soreness lingered in his bones, it was nothing pared to the agony he had endured before.
Reon ched his fists. "Just how badly did this bastard get beaten?"
Had it not been for the System’s Enha, even a Grade-2 Healing Pill wouldn’t have worked this fast. It should have taken hours—maybe longer.
But now…
His eyes flickered toward the System Panel. It was time to check his rewards.
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[Iory]
[Name: Bull Stopping ShieldRank: Low-Tier Unon-GradeDescription: Desigo withstand oack from a Mid-Stage Qi-Solidification Realm Cultivator.Durability: 3/3 Uses Remaining]
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Reon’s lips curled into a small smirk.
"Not bad."
An Unon-Grade item might not sound impressive, but in the early stages of the novel, it was Invaluable.
Being able to block even a siack from a Qi-Solidification Realm cultivator could mean the differeween Life ah.
After all, even the Protagonist was only in the High-Stage Qi-Refining Realm at this point.
He took a deep breath, his mind recalling the structure of power in this world.
The Realms cultivator are divided into Nine Realm which are Qi-Refining Realm, Qi-Solidification Realm, Foundatioablishment Realm, Golden-Core Formation Realm, Elements-Refining Realm, Soul Realm, Void-Refining Realm, Body Iion Realm, Earth King Realm.
These realms are further divided into nine minor stages, with each set of three stages cssified as Low, Mid, and High.
Before breaking through to the realm, one must first attain the Peak Stage of their current realm.
And beyond the Earth King Realm?
The Earth Emperor Realm.
A realm spoken of only in Myths. A threshold that no cultivator had crossed in thousands of years.
Legends cimed that those who reached the Earth Emperor Realm could Asd to the Higher Realms.
But for millennia, no one had ever been able to firm it.
Thus, it remains a mere legend, first reted in the novel when cultivation realms were initially introduced.
There are nine grades of Items, Artifacts, Skills, and Teiques: on-Grade, Unon-Grade, Rare-Grade, Unique-Grade, Epic-Grade, Legendary-Grade, Mythical-Grade, Saint-Grade, Immortal-Grade.
Each grade was further divided into Low-Tier, Mid-Tier, High-Tier, aier.
And then there were the whispers—the Rumors of something beyond even Immortal-Grade.
Divine-Grade.
A level so high that no one had ever seen su Artifact with their own eyes.
Reon exhaled slowly. A Long Way To Go.
Closing the Iory, he turned his attention to the Novice Gift.
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[Novice Gift Box]Open to receive a random item or skill.
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His expression darkened.
"Depends on luck?"
He let out a dry chuckle. What luck?
He struggled to recall a single moment in his life when fate had been kind to him.
Nothing came to mind.
Well… maybe back when he was still a child.
Back when he lived in the Orphahe only pce that had ever felt like Home.
But everything ged when he lost the only family he had—his Childhood Friend and Beloved Sister Figure—to a Mysterious illness.
She was all he had.
And then, she was Gone.
At twelve years old, he was left alone, wandering the Streets with nothing.
No Home.
No Family.
No Warmth.
Time passed, and his memories of her face grew blurry unnaturally, slipping through his fingers like sand.
And that… that was what he hated the most.
He could no longer remember her voice, her smile—the light in her eyes.
Oiness remained.
And with that emptiness, he had lost something else, too.
His emotions.
For years, he drifted through life like a ghost, indifferent to everything.
A stray dog. A fotten shadow.
But here, in this world, he could not afford to be indifferent.
Here, he had to survive.
Pushing the past aside, he raised his hand and pressed the Novice Gift Box.
A Deep Breath.
No matter what, he would not waver.
He had made two promises.
Oo himself.
And oo her.
He would stop at nothing to see them fulfilled.
And now, the opportunity to do so had finally arrived.
[Ding! The Host has opehe Novice Gift Box.]
[Ding! The Host has received…]
