[Ding! The Host has received "Identify" skill.]

  [Name: Identify.

  Rank: High-Tier Unon-Grade (Growth-Type).

  Description: This skill allows the user to see the status of individuals. It only applies to those whose cultivation is five stages higher than the Host.

  If an individual exceeds this threshold, the skill will not work. As the Host's strength increases, further upgrades will be possible.

  By fulfilling specifiditiora Skills are unlocked, enabling the Host to fully harhe skill’s full potential and uncover more hidden information about his enemies.

  Extra Skills: (??), (???)]

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  Reon stared at the system panel, frozen in disbelief. His mind struggled to prehend the words staring back at him.

  "What... How is this even possible?"

  He blinked, unsure if he was seeing things, or if this was another cruel twist of fate.

  He stared at the dispy again, as if it might ge.

  But it remaiubbornly the same, as if mog his fusion.

  Uo shake the doubt, he pinched himself—hard—hoping to wake up from what could only be a bizarre dream.

  Ouch!

  But Nothing ged.

  No abrupt jolt back to reality.

  No harsh snap to the world he had onown.

  Instead, pain blossomed where his fingers had pressed.

  This was no Dream.

  The pain, the exhaustion, the fear—it felt all too tangible, too raw.

  It was as if this body had transformed into his true self.

  A world so familiar, yet sn.

  A world that seemed to follow the same rules as the novel he had once read, as if the events of the book were now unfolding in Real Life.

  Was this some ic joke?

  Was he trapped in a narrative meant for someone else?

  It felt as though some Celestial Being were meticulously crafting people's futures, perhaps to stave off their own boredom.

  Yet, he khis was an impossibility; there were far darker secrets hiddeh the surface.

  The questions g him.

  How had he ended up here?

  How could a novel ma into reality?

  Why was he inhabiting someone else's body?

  And more pressing: What had bee of his body in the real world?

  His apartment—was it empty? Would anyone find him there? Would his remains rot aloil the rent collector arrived to cim what little was left?

  What if—

  He shoved the thoughts aside, g his fists.

  The unanswered questions didn’t matter right now.

  What mattered was that he was here.

  He was alive.

  "System,"

  He growled, frustration rising in his chest.

  "If yoing to be of any use, now's the time to start expining."

  [..]

  He could almost feel the system's silence mog him.

  "So you’re just going to py dumb, huh?"

  [..]

  He smmed his fist against the bed, cursing.

  "Say something, you bastard!"

  The bitterness in his words alpable.

  He had spent his previous life as a failure, drifting through existehout purpose.

  At least that life hadn't been a stant battle for Survival, where even something as absurd as a Spirit Chi could be a deadly threat.

  Yet, a small er of his heart urged him to embrace life in this world, where the powerful could wield their will unopposed while the weak were crushed like mere ants.

  The greater the peril one faced, the stronger one became.

  That er of his heart urged him to embrace the danger and cultivate strength.

  He thought back to his vow—the promise he had made to himself.

  [Ding! The Host must seek the Truth himself. Heaven favors those who choose their owiny.]

  [This system will merely guide you iing that Destiny.]

  Reon was silent for a long moment, the words lingering in his mind.

  His gaze hardened as he looked back at the system.

  He had a choiow—a ce to carve out his own future.

  He wasn’t going to let anyone or anything dictate the course of his life.

  For everything he had lost, for everything he had yet to achieve, he would fe his own path.

  This time, no ohey Gods or King Yama—could usurp his freedom or the well-being of his loved ones.

  "To do all that, I rength," he whispered, his voice filled with vi.

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  His fingers hovered over the system panel, still grasping the enormity of the gift he had received.

  The "Identify" skill—it wasn’t just any ordinary skill.

  No, this was something far more precious, something that could shape his entire journey.

  This was the very same skill the protagonist of Rising of the Supreme Sword Immortal had acquired from his system after pleting a major quest ier stages of the novel.

  Reon vividly remembered that moment from the he protagonist, battered and almost broken, finally unlog the Identify skill.

  It was a turning point—a pivotal moment iory.

  Yet, it wasn't praised as a Growth-type skill, but rather as an Epic-Grade skill.

  In this world, Growth-Type skills and ons are the most coveted assets.

  They possess the unique ability to enhan potency as the user's strength increases.

  Moreover, by fulfilliain ditions, one also unlock additional abilities associated with a growth-type skill.

  That was why he felt so astonished.

  Even the protagonist of this world, a Child of Heaven, had failed to acquire the Growth-Type 'Identify' skill after pleting a Main Sario Quest.

  But here Reon was, a nobody with the worst of luck, having received it as a mere novice gift. Was this luck? Or was it something more?

  He couldn’t help but wonder if fate had finally smiled upon him, or if he had simply exhausted a lifetime’s worth of fortune iroke.

  Regardless, it was fortuhat he had acquired something immensely valuable. With the assistance of 'Identify' he could dis whom he should engage in flict with.

  Even if he couldn't perceive the status of higher-realm cultivators, the error margin of 'Identify' would still indicate that they were individuals not to be trifled with.

  It was truly a win-win sario, and he remained unaware of the full capabilities of the Extra Skills tied to "Identify."

  Moreover, as he enhanced his strength, he could potentially elevate "Identify" to a Mythical or even Saint-Grade skill.

  With future upgrades, he would also gain the ability to assess his oppos' secrets and skills.

  A surge of excitement coursed through him.

  For the first time in years, he felt something else stirred within him—a Spark of Hope.

  He pondered whether he could genuinely find happiness in this world.

  Closing his system panel, he dressed methodically, rising slowly from the bed and making his way toward the exit door.

  Just as he was about to turn the knob, he heard footsteps approag his door.