Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

After a moment, he asked again, "Lina, I'm curious, how are your strengths generally classified? For example, how is the Gold Knight level determined?"

Upon hearing Link's question, Lina immediately explained to him in detail the division of the power system in this world.

On this vast continent, power is mainly divided into two major systems: martial arts and magic.

Because there are more people who can master battle aura than magic, the ways to use battle aura and the fighting styles are also more extensive.

There are many sub-schools based on fighting spirit, which can be broadly divided into two schools: Martial God School and Sword God School.

The Martial God School excels at wrapping battle qi around the body, using oneself as a weapon to grant the user extraordinary physique and strength. The fist wind wielded by the strongest can even split mountains and shatter rocks.

The Sword God style is not simply about using a sword, but refers to those schools of combat that imbue their weapons with fighting spirit. This style places greater emphasis on the study of weapons.

Lina, for example, belongs to the Sword God style.

Within the larger system of magic, there are also subdivisions.

There are priests who focus on healing wounds with holy power, and priests who are skilled in various auxiliary magic.

However, Lina didn't go into details because she didn't know much about it.

Indeed, at first glance, this power system appears complex and intricate, like a tangled mess.

However, in reality, there are very clear standards for classifying levels based on the strength of the fighting spirit and magic power within the body.

The entire system is divided into ten stages.

首先是最底层的下四级，分别为：见习（1-9）、下级（10-19）、中级（20-29）、上级（30-39），再往上便是中三级，分别为：青铜（40-49）、白银（50-59）、黄金（60-69），以及上三级：圣级（70-79）、王级（80-89）、帝级（90-99）...

According to Lina, her level in the game should be between 60 and 69.

"If that's the case, then what level is above the Emperor level?" Link frowned slightly, voicing the question in his mind.

“Lord Link, legend has it that above the Emperor level lies the God level. That is an unattainable realm, and to this day, no one has ever reached it,” Lina replied respectfully, bowing slightly.

“I see…” Link muttered to himself thoughtfully.

The maximum level in the game is set at 100, which makes sense in this respect.

Once you reach the maximum level, you are indeed qualified to be called a "god".

Just then, another question began to linger in Link's mind.

Now that he has acquired Sterula's combat abilities, what level is his current strength at?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, a semi-transparent system panel popped up.

Name: Link

Level: 41

Special Abilities: None

Magic: None available

Bika Points: 27.5

Unlocked doujinshi worlds: *Golden Tree Foothills*, *Brave New World*, *Shakurin*, *Big-Breasted Warrior Dogeza Hypnosis*, *Red-Haired Demon God*

......

Level 41?

Well, it seems my current strength is still inferior to Lina's.

Link turned his gaze to Lina and silently chanted "Display level" in his mind, but the system remained silent.

Then he turned his gaze to Agnes and silently repeated it in his mind as well.

This time, a system dialog box suddenly popped up.

It seems that this system can only display its own level, as well as the information of the characters that the system manifests.

Name: Agnes

Level: 90

......

It's very simple, and it doesn't show any skills or anything like that.

This system is garbage; it's really useless.

10. Planning

Just then, Lina whispered, "Sir, the slums are just ahead. Should we turn back?"

Link snapped out of his thoughts and replied, "It's alright, let's go in and take a look."

Link stopped worrying about his level and followed Lina into the slums of Winterfell.

What comes into view are rows of extremely simple thatched huts.

These makeshift dwellings, worn down by the relentless passage of time, are now riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.

When winter arrives and snow piles up on the roofs, they are simply unable to bear that weight. Once they collapse, the residents inside can only leave their fate to chance, enduring pain and even death.

Then look at the curious onlookers on both sides of the road. They are dressed in thin, tattered linen clothes, some even barely clothed, their thin bodies exuding a sickly frailty.

Their eyes were empty and blank, as if they had been crushed by the burdens of life and had lost all hope for the future.

"My lord, those living here are mostly orphans abandoned by Winterfell, and veterans crippled in past battles. In addition, there are some..."

Lina was speaking when her words abruptly stopped, and she swallowed the rest of her sentence.

"Speak freely, there's no need to hold back. I won't blame you," Link said calmly.

"My lord, because you once trusted Orlando too much, entrusting him with many political affairs, he abused his power to ruthlessly eliminate dissidents and amass wealth. Those who were driven to desperation by his suppression are now left struggling to survive in these slums..."

Link scratched his head helplessly; this matter really had nothing to do with him!

Upon his arrival, he decisively eliminated the treacherous Orlando, denying him the opportunity to continue causing trouble.

That was already considered decisive and ruthless.

However, he naturally couldn't sit idly by in the face of this thorny situation.

"Alright, I already know. I'll try to make proper arrangements for the rest. Lina, lead the way back to the manor."

"Yes, my lord."

After a simple dinner, Link held a cup of coffee in his hand, the steam rising gently in the lingering night air.

That night, he didn't rest for a moment, planning the future of Winterfell.

The next morning at nine o'clock, Link summoned Lina.

"Lina, take some soldiers immediately and gather all the citizens of Winterfell in the main square at the north gate. I have something to say to them in half an hour."

"Yes, Lord Link!" Lina bowed slightly and left to carry out her orders.

Half an hour later, the main square at the north gate of Winter City was already bustling with people.

The first to flood into the square were a group of poor people, dressed in rags and walking with difficulty.

The North Gate Plaza is right next to the slums, so they were naturally the first to arrive.

This was also part of Link's plan, since most of the things he was about to announce were closely related to these poor people.

Following closely behind, ordinary civilians from the city also arrived one after another.

Among the crowd were elderly people with white hair, women with haggard faces, and innocent, naive children.

Their eyes held a mixture of anticipation and unease, like travelers waiting for dawn in the darkness, yearning for the light yet fearing their hopes would be dashed.

Apart from hunters out hunting and farmers working in the fields, almost all the men, women, and children of Winterfell had gathered here under the orderly arrangement of Lina and the others.

Lina, with five or six hundred city guards, barely managed to maintain order at the scene.

Everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of their lord, Link.

Whispers rose and fell among the crowd, and various speculations and rumors spread like wildfire.

"Hey, have you heard? Our lord executed that bastard Orlando yesterday!" A young man exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed and his voice rising several decibels.

"Hmph, what nonsense! The lord entrusted Orlando with important responsibilities before, how could he suddenly execute him?" An old man retorted with a disdainful look and a frown.

“That young man wasn’t lying to you! Yesterday at the city gate, Commander Lina personally arrested Orlando’s wife and daughter!” A woman nearby interjected eagerly, her eyes filled with certainty.

"Really? That bastard Orlando, he's really dead?" someone in the crowd asked, their tone full of doubt.

"Sigh... I can't be bothered with all that backstabbing and infighting among the nobles. I just hope this lord can be more lenient and stop exploiting us like before!" Another woman sighed helplessly, her eyes full of exhaustion.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their words filled with distrust of Link.

Just then, the large clock in the square was struck loudly.

"clang--!"

"Everyone! Quiet! Now, please welcome your lord to the stage to speak!" After Lina rang the bell, she respectfully retreated to one side of the high platform in the square.

This shout was like an invisible command; the previously noisy people instantly fell silent, their eyes all turning to the high platform.

Lin Ke, dressed in a magnificent aristocratic robe, walked steadily onto the makeshift log platform.

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11. Moving a log to establish trust

He stood on the platform, looking down at his subjects below, his heart filled with emotion.

To be honest, this was the first time he had faced so many people, and what's more, their fates and futures were now firmly in his hands.

Link took a deep breath. There was an unpleasant smell in the air, but he didn't care and tried to calm himself down.

"I, Link, am the lord of this city. Grand Master Lina of the Knights had prepared a magnificent speech for me, but now, I have no desire for empty rhetoric. What I truly desire is to change you, to change the current state of Winterfell!"

A cold wind brushed against his cheeks, bringing a slight chill, and Link had long forgotten about the speech Lina had prepared.

He knew in his heart that this was not the time for empty words.

The people in the audience are yearning for concrete actions.

Below, the people of Winterfell listened quietly to the young man's speech on the stage, their expressions solemn and respectful, without a trace of impatience.

They could truly feel Link's sincerity and determination from his words.

This young lord seems to be quite different from before.

"Before explaining the next steps, I'd like to offer one silver coin to hire one of you to carry the felled, dead tree in front of the North Gate through the gate. Who's willing to take on this task?"

Link raised his hand, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and placed it steadily on the front edge of the platform.

In an instant, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of noise.

They had never seen such a strange lord who would pay people to move timber.

"What? Did I hear that right? You can get a silver coin just by carrying that dead tree through the North Gate?" A young man stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

"This is a silver coin! If we spend it sparingly, we'll have enough food for the whole week!" A woman's eyes gleamed with excitement, and her hands unconsciously clenched.

"Could this be a scam? Would this lord be so kind as to give us silver coins for free?" An old man frowned, his eyes full of suspicion.

There was a lot of noise below, but no one was willing to step forward and take on this seemingly simple job.

Everyone believed that Link was playing a trick on them and making fun of them.

In their conventional understanding, these lords and nobles have always been high and mighty, regarding them, the common people, as worthless. How could they do such a thing?

Seeing this, Link raised his hand again and took out a few more silver coins.

"Five silver coins! Who's willing to do this job for me!" Link raised his voice, making it boom like a bell.

The fact that five silver coins were offered for simply moving a log caused an uproar among the crowd.

Everyone felt that something was amiss, and that there must be something fishy going on. Surprisingly, no one was willing to step forward.

They were filled with fear, worried that this was a trap set by Link, and that they would fall into it and become a laughingstock.

However, a great reward always attracts brave men, and a burly man slowly stepped out from the crowd.

He was tall and robust, with dark skin and eyes that revealed his honesty and simplicity.