Chapter 77
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First contact? What does this mean?
Luo Ya's low sleepiness was dispelled by the System's words. His eyes widened as he recalled the dream, and his body broke out in a cold sweat.
No, it can't be?
In this day and age, people even skipped premonitions and went straight to reality?
Luo Ya gripped the quilt tightly. The bed in the monastery was already hard as hell, and now something like this happened. He couldn't sleep at all.
The black-haired teenager stared at the System's [Calculating], and his thoughts ran wild. According to the French System's conduct, it wouldn't take the initiative to cause trouble. Now that something popped up, it must be Luo Ya's own change. Another number also caught his attention.
[Bloodline Awakening: 80%]
Luo Ya stared at the number and looked at the time. It had been more than two hours since he fell asleep. Normally, Luo Ya wouldn't be surprised if it reached this number, but the problem was … the number didn't move.
He was stuck. As for why, Luo Ya already had a guess.
"Is this the answer to that question?"
The teenager muttered to himself. At the same time, the System moved again.
[Ding]
[Information updated]
[Host has obtained a special status]
[Gulan Daer's Promise]
[You have made a promise with the King, and you will bring back the truth]
[Effect: Obtain a powerful strength attribute bonus, temporary immortality (lasts for 30 seconds)]
[Remaining uses: 3]
"Immortality?!"
Luo Ya looked at his interface and couldn't help but exclaim. He never thought that he could get a skill from dancing on a burial mound.
Damn, what the hell is that big skeleton? It's too fierce, but the answer …
Luo Ya thought of the huge skeleton and couldn't help but frown.
How did the dead transfer their power?
Roja really wasn't clear about this problem. In the end, in this world with supernatural powers, what kind of person is considered dead?
For example, that mountain-like skeleton, it should have been a giant. That bloody plain with bones and swords everywhere must have been an ancient battlefield. It should also be the place where he died.
But is he dead?
It's hard to say.
And it's power, what kind of power does it transfer? Skill? Bloodline? Knowledge?
Luo Ya scratched his head and felt that the problem was a little complicated. But soon another matter diverted his attention.
Wait, he said I'm in trouble, what is this …
Luo Ya frowned. He had a bad premonition, but before he could think about it, he heard footsteps in the corridor. Croft's panicked voice came from outside the door.
"Not good! Lord, lord Luo Ya, Miss Nuo Aier has fallen ill! "
"I-I found Miss Noelle at the table when I woke up. There was a glass of water on the floor. It seemed like she wanted to drink some water. I touched her head and found that it was very hot. I couldn't wake her up, so I carried her here and hurriedly called you."
"Mm, I understand. Cultivator Crow, don't panic."
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