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Just as Leon teetered on the edge of despair, his mind already brewing the thought of saying screw it, charging out to find the Night King, and betting it all on one desperate roll of the dice —
Whether some passing deity took pity on him or not, a voice tinged with apology surfaced in his mind.
Impossible to tell if it belonged to man, woman, child, or elder.
“You may call upon the ‘Panel’ at any time to allocate points.
You may also call upon the ‘System’ to view system functions.”
“As compensation for the delay, your Panel’s six core attributes have each been increased by ten points.
Additionally, you may select one skill specialization from the upper three paths.”
Leon was still reeling.
His lips moved on instinct, murmuring a soft call to the Panel.
And a panel, familiar yet strange, a relic from his past life — materialized before his eyes.
Identity: Leon Victor (Night’s Watch Recruit)
Level: 0
Clan: Level 0 (No fief)
Strength: 15 (One-Handed, Two-Handed, Polearms)
Agility: 13 (Bows, Crossbows, Throwing)
Endurance: 16 (Riding, Athletics, Smithing)
Cunning: 11 (Scouting, Tactics, Roguery)
Social: 11 (Charm, Leadership, Trade)
Intelligence: 13 (Steward, Medicine, Engineering)
Available Attribute Points: 0
Available Skill Focus Points: 0
Available Full-Skill Specialization Uses: 1
Inventory: Insect-bitten, rat-gnawed, bare and hairless, tattered Night’s Watch rag-padded soft armor | Rust-covered kingdom-issued one-handed sword | Battle-scarred kingdom-issued short bow | Bald-head arrows x21
Currency: 0 Gold Dragons
Leon studied his attribute panel carefully.
The grin that had been creeping up his face froze somewhere along the way into a stunned gape.
No mystery why.
He was just too damn poor.
On the perilous, mind-numbing Wall, where even taking a piss required caution lest your cock freeze off, his predecessor’s meager wages had likely all been donated to some technician at the Red Romance Leisure Club in Mole’s Town in exchange for psychological comfort.
So when Liang Ang logged into this account, all he inherited was a pile of equipment with pathetic prefixes and an economic power of exactly zero.
But Leon had been in despair just moments before.
Now the Panel and System were like a lamp lit in pitch-black night.
After a brief slump, he pulled himself together.
“No fear.
As long as I have the Panel, given time, cutting down the Night King solo is no dream.” He clenched his fist.
When he looked out from the watchtower over the unchanging wilderness once more, a thread of wild ambition inexplicably rose within him.
Combining what he knew of his predecessor, Leon realized that by the standards of an ordinary Night’s Watchman in this world, his brute strength alone already exceeded his peers by more than threefold.
This wasn’t simple one-plus-one arithmetic.
This was an exponential increase in power.
He speculated with confidence: when his Strength hit 30 points, even facing a giant, he’d have the courage to arm-wrestle one.
In the original Mount & Blade game world, without cheats enabled, around 30 points of Strength was enough to earn the title of Sword Saint.
You could rampage freely through the whole game.
But he was clear on one thing, this was the low-magic world of the A Song of Ice and Fire setting.
His understanding of the outside world was still limited, confined to the small patch around Castle Black where the Night’s Watch was stationed.
The wildlings beyond the Wall were still a mystery, filled with unknowns and dangers.
He knew dragons and White Walkers existed out there.
He didn’t know whether the Dragon Queen and the Night King followed conventional logic.
He began to worry whether his flesh-and-blood body could withstand a single blast of dragonfire.
Whether he could fight his way through the Night King’s army of a million wights.
These thoughts pulled his brow tight.
He understood he couldn’t afford to be too high-profile or careless, not if he wanted to avoid capsizing in a gutter.
Before he’d scouted all of this out, Leon needed to be more cautious.
“Given your current equipment, I recommend allocating your full-level specialization to One-Handed Sword Specialization.”
“Also, I must leave.
Do not forget to review the Many-Faced God System I left for you.”
The genderless, ageless voice had watched Leon cycle through dozens of expressions in just a few short minutes.
It had no choice but to speak up.
“Meeting is fate itself.
May the one who comes leave their name?”
Hearing the voice say it was leaving, Leon couldn’t help but grow anxious.
If things followed standard procedure, this guy hadn’t even opened the Newbie Gift Pack for him yet.
“…”
After a long silence, Leon was certain.
The owner of the voice had indeed departed.
The departed take precedence.
With that in mind, Leon followed the mysterious voice’s final wish and solemnly used this precious full-level opportunity on One-Handed Sword Mastery.
Not only because the one-handed sword was the weapon he was most familiar with right now, but because deep within his heart lay an endless pursuit of swordsmanship.
When that grayed-out icon flashed with dazzling radiance, Leon felt an unprecedented surge of power course into his body.
He seemed to merge into one with the one-handed sword.
Sword in hand, the world was his.
He casually picked up the rust-covered one-handed sword beside him and swung it twice.
The blade was worn and shabby.
In his hands, it seemed to radiate new life.
Every swing carried unstoppable momentum, as if no enemy before him could withstand the power of his strike.
Yet as the sword dance ended, Leon’s gaze turned deep and desolate.
The loneliness of standing at a height too cold.
The solitude of surpassing all others in mastery.
He seemed to already stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, looking down upon the masses, unable to find a single opponent worthy of matching him.
This sense of invincible loneliness left Leon at a loss.
He hurriedly sheathed the sword, trying to drive the feeling from his mind.
“Too terrifying.
Is this what it feels like to be max level?”
Snapping back to his senses, Leon was still gripped by lingering fear.
He quickly put the rusty sword back into its scabbard and stopped looking at it.
Fortunately, once the sword was sheathed, that invincible chuunibyou feeling finally subsided.
“Ahem.
Time to get to the main topic.
System!”
With a light cough from Leon, a similar panel appeared before his eyes.
Many-Faced God System (Growth-type)
Description: The faith of the Many-Faced God holds that death is the god’s “gift”, the end of suffering.
On the premise of receiving an offering, the god will bestow this “gift” upon every person in this world.
The assassinations of the Faceless Men are regarded as sacred rituals.
Active Quest: Kill Alliser Thorne.
Reward: The Black-and-White Kiss, a world-class Valyrian forged steel sword.
Unyielding sharpness is merely one of its unremarkable properties.
It seems to contain a trace of the Many-Faced God’s divinity.
Passive Quests:
1.
Bloodthirst: After killing or defeating 10 people, unlock partial stamina recovery.
(0/10, infinitely scalable)
The System’s explanation was concise — practically foolproof in its operation.
Leon, however, had two questions.
One: who was Alliser Thorne?
Two: what did “partial stamina recovery” mean?
➤ Next: Alliser Thorne, You Have Forfeited Your Life