Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 428 Heart Sound Fist

The moving melody echoed in the campfire, a serenade from another dimension that brought peace to the soul.

His musical talent, when activated by Rean's Mind Calm for the first time, unexpectedly touched upon the instincts of his extraordinary professions as a monk and a poet.

The night watchmen around the campfire, listening to the music, subconsciously lowered their voices.

They were somewhat surprised, but also delighted; perhaps they could even boast about hearing the "Princess Knights" perform when they got out.

"He actually had this trick up his sleeve."

"It sounds pretty good."

"I can understand everything; it's like a nightingale singing."

This is not an echo of a noble ball, nor a heroic epic, but a serenade to lull ordinary people to sleep, a soothing melody for the weary.

This is a piece of music different from the mainstream style of this world; it lacks the heroic spirit of the singer, and...

"May I play this piece?"

A young bard, unable to contain his anticipation, took the initiative to ask.

Generally speaking, there's no copyright issue among poets. But this young poet didn't dare offend Rean.

"random."

Rean never expected that his first time copying from another world would be this one, where even the melody was something he had borrowed from the Lord of Drama. He didn't pay much attention to it.

He simply played the music silently, and inexplicably his mood calmed down. He began to understand why many martial monks had hobbies such as tea ceremony and painting.

When one is fully focused on pursuing "creating beauty," it is indeed very helpful for a martial monk who is always pursuing inner peace.

Rean smiled. He also found it ironic that the monk class, which appears frenzied and even insane in battle, a muscle class that pushes its body to the point of explosion, is actually the class that needs the most peace of mind.

Physical agitation, inner peace.

To control life, to give death.

His actions are swift as lightning, his inner strength as solid as rock.

Fists rage into the night, the mind's eye is like a mirror.

One movement, one stillness; one life, one death—this is the core of the monk. Despite being merely a "new monk," Rean's understanding of the profession has likely surpassed that of many great monks.

Is it because of Wu's teachings, or because his nature was suited to being a martial monk? Rean thought it was the latter; this kind of training that didn't require any brainpower was the most enjoyable.

Rean is theoretically a "rationalist" who thinks a lot but acts little. In reality, he prefers this kind of job that is all about getting things done without hesitation.

Therefore, he has a high compatibility with paladins, but a very low compatibility with mages (before acquiring multiple minds), poets, and clergy.

"Monks and paladins are actually quite similar; they are both 'warriors of conviction.'"

Both professions share similar foundations and practices: moderate basic abilities, unwavering will, inhumanly rigorous self-cultivation, and a practice that requires no "logic." The focus is on enlightenment rather than intellectual exploration.
"Uh, does this mean I'm a muscle-bound brute?"

Rean was joking; he actually knew that this was more like that of an "idealist" or a "martyr." How could he admit it?

After all, in his understanding, as long as he admits that he has no morals, he will not be morally blackmailed by others.

Playing a tune from his past life (restored by the master of drama), Rean's thoughts raced, and for the first time, the "Sound of the Heart" echoed in this area.

The heart was beating, the body was throbbing, and the blood vessels were expanding and accelerating in rhythm with the heart. The monk's skill in controlling his body and the poet's unique abilities had somehow blended together naturally.

"Snap!" He lightly stomped his feet on the ground, with the rhythm of a musical piece.

However, with each step, the footprints inexplicably deepened. Then, familiar footprints appeared on the rock wall not far away.

It was as if someone was walking in the void.

Then, in rhythm with the music, the steps became more lively and chaotic, like dancers in a quickstep.

"I see. There are no real barriers between professions."

After the "qi" entered the earth in the form of sound waves, when the ability of the "heart sound" master of drama was activated, Wu's ability of "breathing hole" was also successfully used.

The sound of drums, heartbeats, and breathing together form a "rhythm," which is Rean's conductor's baton, the rhythm that drives his life.

At this moment, Rean finally understood the true power of the Thousand-Faced Dragon.

All the heroic souls share the same origin, much like the gains a person has made over different years. When these gains are combined, the fluctuations of their souls collide, and the "learned scholar" experiences a great explosion of results from the exchange of multiple knowledge systems.

Each person is like a cup, constantly being filled and leaking water. When they reach the point of possessing "soul and mind abilities," the cup has probably already reached its final form.

Mindset, time spent in practice, innate abilities, and growth experience are all fixed. Even if there is extra time, once you reach the peak in one direction, it is difficult to explore new areas.

Rean's cup has no bottom.

He can continuously acquire new cups and combine the "water" inside them.
"Perhaps I can do more than just use it; I can integrate it into my own system."

And this awareness is because Rean has already achieved it.

"Snapped!"

With a heartbeat in hand, a gentle punch shattered a rock.

[Custom-created skill. Mind Sound Fist (Level Undetermined): My heart is my fist.]

Rean was somewhat delighted; this was the first professional skill that was entirely his own. And after acquiring it, he wouldn't necessarily need to attach it to "Heartbeat" or "Breath Hole" to use it. Of course, attaching these two Heroic Soul abilities would definitely provide a strong boost.

Perhaps this ability is still weak, but it means that Rean has forged his own path and obtained the evolutionary method for his own path to power.

Rean continued to play the piano happily, and because he had gained something from it, he switched to an even more cheerful piece.

The others gradually relaxed, because this "noble knight" also showed a friendly side. However, they could not perceive the source of Rean's joy.

Rean also obtained a lot of information from them.

There are some things that you can never experience without coming here yourself. Rean was worried that the harsh environment and conditions of the city (the countdown to the end of the world) would frighten them, but the opposite was true.

"Everyone is so eager to get started. Many of them have come from afar. They are not afraid of something big happening, but they are afraid of nothing happening."

Among adventurers, there are conservatives and radicals. In the eyes of some, instead of working hard for twenty or thirty years to save up for retirement, it is better to take a gamble while they are young and strong, risk the biggest risk to make a big profit, and then retire early.

They may be the minority in the group, but when many adventurers who heard that "a big wave" was coming, they naturally became the majority in the local area.

With official backing, "princes and heroes" from various countries as celebrity figures, and the Mirror Demon as a reputation expander that also provides logistical support, what wouldn't they dare to gamble on?

More and more participants joined in, some perishing while others became overnight millionaires. Most adventurers, however, subconsciously ignored the vast majority of the unlucky ones and focused their attention on the lucky ones.
"If it were before, I might have stepped on the brakes."

But considering this city might only last two years, what are you waiting for? Just floor the gas pedal!

Looking at their excited faces, Rean felt a strange sense of pride. Without his arrival and intervention, the city would probably still be in chaos, silently waiting for disaster to strike.

(End of this chapter)