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Chapter 20: Die, You Brats
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:21:06 +0000 UTC[Age 8: Due to the influence of adults, the Buli children in the clan constantly harass you. They call you "mongrel," and you are filled with rage…]
[1. Die, you brats!]
[2. You need time to grow. Endure for now.]
Solon stared at the options and fell into deep thought.
When it came to bullying, there was no such thing as just once. If you gave in, they'd only get worse.
Besides, he was now a Buli—one of the most brutal races, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme.
No one would feel sorry for him. Hell, even if he got killed, the others would say he deserved it—for being weak.
In the Buli's eyes, the weak exist solely as food for the strong.
And also… there was another reason—
"Die, you brats!"
The very thought cleared his mind.
Even before transmigrating, he'd suffered at the hands of obnoxious kids. Now, in this world, he was supposed to let them bully him again? What a waste of a reincarnation that'd be.
Solon chose violence without hesitation.
[Though you appeared skinny and small, your powerful bloodline made your body far stronger than the average Buli.]
[You crushed the brats who came to provoke you. During the fight, you "accidentally" killed three of the ringleaders.]
[Three kids dead in one go—things escalated. Their fathers came looking for revenge.]
[In the eyes of the Buli, however, since you were ganged up on and fought back, killing them was justified. You'd even be seen as a hero. The real shame would fall on their parents.]
[But that's only the norm. Thanks to your father's… "support," the dead kids' fathers were given a special privilege: a 3-on-1 duel with you.]
[Surrounded by three grown Buli warriors, you barely managed to kill one, severely injured another, but were fatally struck from behind by the third.]
[You died.]
Solon frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
He had already considered this possibility when choosing to kill the brats.
He just didn't expect the system to pull such a twisted move—he didn't die because of the kids, but because "the fathers came knocking."
Since he hadn't reached the minimum milestone for rewards, Solon gained nothing from this run.
Without wasting any more time, he restarted the simulation.
Before long, he once again reached that critical fork in the road.
Since one path was clearly doomed, Solon forced down his frustration and chose the other option.
"Is this damn system trying to train me into one of those 'coin-flipping old men' types…"
He couldn't help but mutter.
But the system had another "surprise" in store:
[You chose to endure for now, awaiting your future development.]
[Your retreat emboldened your tormentors. During another group beating, one of the Buli brats blindsided you with a stone to the back of the head.]
[You died. Again.]
DAMN IT. Not giving me a single chance, huh?!
Solon flared up in anger!
…but only for a moment.
This top-tier trait clearly wouldn't come easy.
Thinking more deeply about it, both Battlefield Commander (Blue) and Bottomless Appetite (Green) were traits with enormous potential—but only after they'd been nurtured. They were long-term investments.
But this simulation clearly wasn't giving him any time to grow.
So what he really needed was something that would boost his combat ability immediately.
In other words, he'd gone completely wrong from the very beginning when picking traits.
Now that he'd figured out the issue, it was time to fix it.
Solon selected "Restart Simulation" and refreshed the trait list.
Everything changed—except for the unshakable Perfect Bloodline (Gold). Most of the others were completely new:
Slaughter Expert (Blue): You are a master of killing. Your techniques have been forged through endless bloodshed and are now instinctual. Anything in your hand—a piece of paper, a pen, a sunflower seed shell—can become a deadly weapon. This includes every part of your body.
Swift as the Wind (White): Your movements are fast like the wind.
Focus (White): Whatever you do, your attention is laser-focused.
Hunter (Green): In a hunt, the line between hunter and prey can shift. You are well-versed in the art of stalking and ambushing, capable of switching roles on the fly.
I Am Sword-Born (White): You are a natural-born master of bladed weapons. Any weapon classified as a "sword" will reach its maximum potential in your hands.
(Collecting all seven related weapon-type traits—sword, blade, spear, axe, bow, hammer, staff—can merge into the legendary Weapon Master (Gold) trait.)
Solon instantly picked Slaughter Expert (Blue)—just reading it made it clear how much it would boost his lethality.
Then he hesitated between Hunter (Green) and I Am Sword-Born (White).
Normally, you'd just pick the higher-quality one. But Sword-Born seemed to be a rare trait with great growth potential.
Meanwhile, Hunter appeared more focused on tracking and countersurveillance, rather than direct combat.
All things considered, Solon went with I Am Sword-Born (White).
With the traits locked in, he started the simulation once again.
[Age 0: You are born.]
[You are a hybrid of Buli and Foxian. A mysterious mutation grants you the perfect bloodline.]
[Age 1: You begin showing signs of exceptional talent in combat.]
[Age 2: Your father, recognizing your potential, wishes to forge you into his sharpest blade. To control you, he imprisons your mother.]
[Although you have great potential, you still need time to grow. For now, you endure and follow your father's commands.]
Solon's eyes lit up—the scenario was changing!
[Age 3: To mold you into the perfect battle slave, your father puts you through ruthless training. While other kids play and laugh, your companions are fists and weapons.]
[Age 5: Your combat skills skyrocket, rivaling those of average warriors in the clan.]
[Age 8: Your physique now matches that of a grown Buli warrior. Anyone who meets you for the first time can't help but blurt out: "He's only EIGHT?!"]
[Over a dozen Buli brats attempt a sneak attack. You kill or maim most of them singlehandedly.]
[The fathers of the five dead children want revenge. Your father doesn't stop them—instead, he arranges for a duel.]
[You know exactly what he's thinking. After years of forging you into a weapon, he now wants to test the blade.]
[After a brutal battle, you emerge victorious. You sever their heads and collect them as trophies.]
[Your father laughs heartily.]
[He believes the blade he's forged is nearly complete.]
