Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 410 The Matchmaker

Rean was very weak. All of his paladin skills were sealed, and he was completely unable to use his usual combat techniques. The fact that even "Wallbreaker" was sealed proved that the Mind and Soul ability did indeed come from the foundation of extraordinary abilities.

Rean is dangerous; after losing some of his abilities, he gained a completely different set of senses.
"I feel like I can shatter it."

Looking at the wall in front of him, Rean murmured.

He spent a lot of effort suppressing the urge to punch the ground, but even more so, he suppressed the urge to pound the earth with his head down.

Any obstacle in his eyes, whether it be a wall, a rock face, or even a person, makes him feel uncomfortable.

It wasn't disgust, or even discomfort. It was just that they were a bit of an eyesore.

Such a fragile existence would perhaps be better suited to be broken into pieces or grains.

"Rean!"

Suliman's voice brought him back to his senses.

But what he held in his hands were now just pieces and fragments of marble; the stone table, sofa, and wooden chairs had all become history.

"I saw you walk over, tap the table lightly, and it shattered. Then you rubbed it with your hands, and it broke into pieces."

Suliman repeated Rean's actions. He instinctively tried again, but couldn't replicate it.

“Something’s wrong”

Theoretically, I shouldn't be able to use the abilities of the Heroic Spirit right now. But I did manage to use them, almost like an instinctive subconscious reaction.

If you don't have professional skills, your own extraordinary characteristics, or your mental and spiritual abilities, can you just play like this?

Looking at the shards scattered on the ground, Rean estimated that if it were flesh and blood, there would be no difference, and it would even be easier.

Looking at the damaged equipment, his inner desires were somewhat satisfied, and he even felt a sense of peace. But the next moment, even greater hunger arose.

Destruction, tearing, killing, extermination—an endless urge to destroy surged within me.

This is the War Demon, not a demon skilled in combat, but a demon with nothing but fighting and destruction. Destruction and slaughter are its sustenance for survival.

[Soul. Breathing Hole (Diamond): All things have life, all things circulate, all things breathe, yet you yearn to stop them, to silence them forever.]

They're so noisy. —Wu.

The blind war demon, who had killed countless people when he was still alive, always sought only his own peace.

Using the resonance of souls, a large amount of killing intent and destructive desire poured into Rean's heart. This was only a fraction of his true nature.

Rean understood why that spirit loved fishing so much; by focusing all his attention on the fishing rod that could be pulled at any moment, he naturally ignored the restlessness around him.

"Fortunately, he was a martial monk."

Rean originally thought that Wu was a monk who had gone astray. Monks who strictly adhered to the precepts were often more ruthless than anyone else after breaking them.

But the truth is quite the opposite; he was a "normal" monk from beginning to end, using the precepts and practices of a monk to bind himself, temper his mind and body, and suppress his instincts.
"He was an anomaly from the very beginning."

The reasons are irrelevant; the result is that this undisciplined monk needs to kill and destroy to survive.

The era and environment in which he lived were certainly not lacking in such messy things.

[Temporary professions acquired: Tier 1 Monk, Tier 1 Holy Fist, Tier 1 Assassin.]

"He was also a thief and a monk."

This is a fairly common ability configuration; the rogue class abilities can provide some support to the monk, but this "Holy Fist"...
"Outrageous, they have always been devout followers of order."

Lawful evil is still lawful. As long as the killer is executed indiscriminately, it is still an existence that simultaneously possesses both lawfulness and chaos. "Holy Fist" means that he has also gained the approval of gods or great demons.

Aside from the Holy Fist, the Monk and Assassin classes often coexist within a single special class.
"Assassin." This isn't a supernatural profession; they're simply human eliminators in society, professional hunters of their own kind.

But with the addition of the Holy Fist, a skill only priests possess (which Sull also has), Rean could only think of one thing.

"The Church's black gloves, or rather, the inquisitors of heresy."

[Satisfaction increased by 1%]

The fact that the Heroic Spirits showed this increase in satisfaction hinted at Rean's suspicions.

Satisfaction rate: 15%, Synchronization rate: 40%

What Rean couldn't understand was the absurdly high synchronization rate. No other heroic spirit had ever come up with such a high degree of compatibility, or even directly infused its instincts into Rean's body and soul.

It seems that this heroic spirit and Rean have an amazing compatibility.

"Dude, you're really straightforward."

Rean even realized that it would be quite simple to improve the satisfaction and synchronization rate of this hero.

Just kill them.

As long as you keep satisfying them, they will naturally give back.

"How about you improve your fishing skills? I think your technique is pretty bad."

[Satisfaction increased by 1%]

It looks like it's actually working! Is this what fishermen are all about?!

To be honest, the addiction was so strong that even Rean felt quite uneasy.

The main problem is that he's really bad at fishing. He doesn't choose the right rod, doesn't pay attention to technique, and doesn't choose the right bait. He just grabs a bunch of worms and tries to fish without even baiting the area. He really looks down on fish.

[Satisfaction decreased by 1%]

Okay, the fisherman is furious.

But in reality, Rean was overthinking it. In Wu's era and the world environment, fishing wasn't that complicated. He used to fish mainly for carnivorous animals, using half-dead carcasses as bait. If he played like a modern angler, he would end up empty-handed.

Rean wouldn't actually go fishing to boost his satisfaction rating; by then, the time allotted for his spirit possession might have passed without any results. Fishermen have a different sense of time than normal people.

"What? It's been a whole day? I've only just started fishing. Look, this bucket is all empty."

He looked at a small booklet, a little gift from the spirit of the fallen hero. While the spirit was idly fishing, the booklet contained some of his cultivation insights as a reward for allowing him to reappear in the mortal world.

Rean also has a vague memory of what the other person was thinking at the time.

"Want to balance your physical body? Practice as I teach you."

However, now that he's opened the first page of the booklet, Rean immediately closes the book. Is this really something a human can do?
"I can't do it, goodbye!"

Although he said that, a dozen minutes later, he also showed a subtle smile.

At this moment, he was upside down, supporting his entire body with just one finger.

This skill, which was considered outrageous in my previous life, is actually quite simple to do. All you need is strong enough fingers; the Dragon Finger is indeed strong and hard enough.

But then, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Use the strength of one finger to bounce yourself up 100 times in a row, and keep the same landing point. After you are proficient, put a needle below the landing point of your finger, but don't break the needle."

(End of this chapter)