Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 323 Bio-equipment
How can I make you satisfied?

In the dream, Rean was too lazy to guess with the spirits and asked the question directly.

“Singing, and performing.” Accompanying the resounding strings is a melody that sounds like lyrics.

The other party was very honest, but this answer was not very friendly to Rean.

"But why did you deduct 1% from my satisfaction rating for my performance in the square before?"

Rean had naturally already thought of this answer.

Full of energy, he put on makeup, grabbed a lute, and went out to busk.

But after singing only two songs, it stopped and the satisfaction and synchronization rates continued to deduct, even falling short of the basic values ​​required for Dream Mode.

"Oh, is that a performance? I thought you were performing a shamanistic ritual?" Even the usually indifferent Fisterion couldn't help but break into a smile.

“Who would perform a shamanic act at the main entrance of the square!” Rean deliberately chose the place with the highest foot traffic to perform. Anyway, he was not afraid of losing face, especially with the help of professionals to disguise himself.

"That's traffic management. Heh, pretty efficient."

Rean was taken aback at first, then became angry.
"After you started singing, the speed of traffic on that road at least doubled. Not to mention pedestrians running across, even carriages dared not stop." The bard shook his head. It was a tragedy that such a tone-deaf person could become his successor.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. The first half of the story is a bit problematic. Lies can hurt, but the truth hurts, and it's often real harm. What happened during the day hurt Rean quite badly.

Recalling the scene after he spoke, where the previously orderly vehicles and pedestrians suddenly ran away at lightning speed, Rean felt a pang of heartache. Even the cows started running far away, and the wild dogs didn't stop either.

If he hadn't run fast, the sheriff would probably have caught him and made Talia/Saliman take him away.

He sighed and remained silent for a long time, while the spirit opposite him silently played the zither, completely ignoring him.

"I can't learn it."

"Hopeless."

Both sides agreed that the other was not the right person, and even if they forced themselves to teach, the other would not learn at all.

Art is groundbreaking; it expresses the self and evokes emotional resonance. Rean may be a good user, but he is certainly not a pioneer.

He will instinctively pursue the "answer", even if he cannot or does not believe that it is the only answer, he will still try his best to pursue the optimal solution.

However, if all the groundbreaking paths in front of him are correct, without any fundamental distinction between superior and inferior options, and all have the potential to forge a future, he will naturally feel lost and completely unable to make a decision based on data.

"You could have just chosen based on instinct, don't waste your breath."

To Fisterion, Rean was a "common man," the kind that was completely beyond redemption.

Fisterion usually wouldn't bother with such mundane things. But if it were another version of himself, just witnessing them would make him feel ashamed.

It's like a scientist looking at their childhood self, who actually believed in all sorts of pseudo-scientific things like "water turning into oil," and just witnessing it makes them feel very uncomfortable.

That is precisely who I am, and I cannot deny it.
"Do one good deed a day. For every good deed you do that saves an innocent life, I will provide you with a basic satisfaction reward according to the system."

Since we can't talk about feelings, let's just talk about transactions. Since we can't truly pass on all the skills of the heroes, let's spread some of their ideas.

Fisterion seems easy to talk to, but that actually creates a barrier. It's like a homeroom teacher's attitude towards your studies: as long as you don't cause trouble, they'll give you a passing grade.

As he himself said, to truly satisfy him, new works that he would like need to be created, whether it be painting, drama, or music, Fisterion is not picky. But since they are all Li Ensu, plagiarism is ineffective, and Li En has absolutely nothing new to offer.

"As for my legacy, I suggest you learn how to play videos."

What does that mean? Playing a recording?
Rean thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. What if he couldn't learn it? He'd just copy what he could, imitating as much as he could. "Your vocal cords are useless."

"No, my mom used to praise my singing!"

"..." Fisterion played the piano for a while, speechless. You know it's your mother, she'd say "okay" even if you sang "Two Tigers".

“She’s practically useless.” Fisterion was surprisingly easy to talk to, perhaps because in a sense she was indeed his mother.

“But I can help you recreate a vocal organ. Your heartbeat is strong, but if you only have the ‘beat of life,’ you can’t make a complete piece of music.”

"This will solve my tone-deafness problem?" Rean clearly admitted it.

"No, but we can let you play a recording and create a vocal organ that can produce an echo."

Fisterion's meaning is clear: to have an additional "singing head," which means Rean will likely have to upgrade his bloodline again.

Moreover, the timing seems rushed, as Fisterion will be leaving soon.

"A singing dragon head. Does the Five-Colored Dragon have this?"

“That’s your problem then,” Fisterion said, still unconcerned.

This is probably what a teacher who just gives up is like: "I'll just do my job. Whether you can learn it or not is your problem."

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained a second-tier transcendent profession transformation.]

[Awakened Spell Abilities: Heal Minor Wounds (Level 1), Inflict Minor Wounds (Level 1), Minor Healing (Level 1)]

[Gained Extraordinary Ability: Bio-weapon (Unselected)]

Finally, Rean obtained his psychic ability profession, and through soul contact, Fisterion transmitted this "profession seed" into Rean's mind.

The characteristic of psychic abilities is the "seed of the soul," whose inheritance is similar to the initiation ritual of some monks. It is a collision of souls. In the Heroic Soul state, Fisterion easily helped Rean complete the transformation of his professional abilities.

The psychic abilities that had been burned to a certain degree were directly transformed into a second-tier psychic profession. This was entirely fair to a master like Fisterion, who was able to perform the perfect transformation with minimal loss.

Rean glanced at the abilities and nodded in satisfaction. As expected of a "cult profession," its strength was indeed quite high.

The three spells are not actually spell models, but rather spell-like abilities similar to those of Warcraft and wyverns. Their casting is somewhat close to the instinctive casting of warlocks, which also suggests that this class is a special "Warcraft-like" class.

"Finally, I can heal him." Due to the legacy of the Sul, Rean, as a paladin, had virtually no healing abilities, which was quite embarrassing.

Even if he later acquired the divine power of healing, the healing effect would be very poor due to the nature of its judgmental power, which is the root cause of his lack of pursuit of the divine power of healing.

However, this is a spell-like ability of a psychic profession, driven by psychic power rather than holy power. Therefore, as long as Rean's psychic power does not run out or mutate, its healing effect will be at the standard level.

For Rean, simply gaining this healing ability is already a great help, making this profession worthwhile. The godlike spell that causes minor injuries is still not as good as getting another hit.

"This profession is truly bizarre."

The spellcasting abilities mentioned earlier are fairly average, leaning towards a support-oriented spellcaster. However, the "bio-weapon" that can only be mastered at the second tier is clearly a characteristic of the Transformer class, and also where they are not human.

[Bioweapon (Self-Evolution Level): You can shape your limbs into weapons, inflicting psychological damage on attacks. No weapon type has been selected at present.]

This skill allows you to turn your arm into a weapon. Judging from the hints above, there are three common types: short sword, heavy hammer, and heavy crossbow.
"Each one is more outrageous than the last. The White Bone Blade turning hand bones and palms into swords is scary enough. Sacrificing an arm and replacing the entire limb with a spring-loaded flesh and blood hammer that can be thrown out. This directly transforms tendons, bones, and palms into heavy crossbows. Is it trying to cosplay as the Pistol Demon?"

This is indeed the core ability of this profession. The result of the Fisterion revamp is that three additional options have been added, making it seem stronger, but also less human-like.

(End of this chapter)