[Newbie Task Completed.
Reward Distributed: Solaris Common Language Proficiency.]
A large amount of grammar, vocabulary, and pronunciation rules instantly flooded into his mind.
The previously vague muttering and angry roars of the Crafters now, upon recollection, seemed somewhat understandable.
“Fuck…
you motherfucker…”
Noah fluently spat out a string of beautiful Solaris curses in the newly mastered language, directed at that pretending-to-be-dead system.
“Language!
You only gave me language!
I’m freezing to death right now!”
“Give me the ability to start a fire!
Give me warm clothes!
What the hell is the use of giving me a dictionary?!”
That damn system remained silent, as aloof as ever.
Fine, you’re ruthless.
Noah struggled to his feet and staggered over to one of the corpses.
Stripping clothes off a dead person is immoral?
Sorry, in the face of freezing to death, that can wait.
With trembling hands, he began to strip off the other’s thick, warm-looking uniform.
The surface of the clothes was icy to the touch, still covered in snow foam and some stains, but at this moment it was a lifesaving straw.
Noah had just taken off the jacket and hadn’t had time to put it on when a rhythmic sound of footsteps on snow approached from afar.
Noah stiffly looked up and saw several black shadows approaching from not far away on the snowfield.
What appeared before his eyes were a dozen or so people wearing uniform black uniforms, moving with practiced agility.
Their uniforms bore the familiar black flower emblem – Blake Bloom.
Black Shores, that was the righteous organization led by my great Wuthering Emperor Rover.
Solaris’s top international research institute, a hundred times better than Fractsidus, which experimented on innocent civilians.
Leading them was a tall woman with neat dark blue short hair and calm indigo eyes.
As soon as she arrived, her gaze sharply swept over the scene.
Three Fractsidus Crafter corpses, and a strange young man covered in snow who was stripping clothes off a corpse.
She raised her hand, and the team members behind her instantly spread out, maintaining vigilance, but their gun muzzles were not immediately aimed at Noah.
“Put down the things in your hands, slowly stand up, and place your hands where I can see them.”
The female Bloom Bearer’s voice was clear and calm, with a businesslike tone, but not particularly harsh.
“Who are you?
Why are you here?
Did you kill these Fractsidus?”
Seeing the people from Black Shores, Noah’s heart skipped a beat.
He slowly put down the dirty jacket and stood up as instructed, raising his hands.
His brain began to spin rapidly: Black Shores, a legitimate major organization in Solaris, with a reputation ten thousand times better than Fractsidus.
The other side was questioning him.
Tell the truth?
Say he was a transmigrator with a crazy system forcing him to kill?
He’d probably be treated as a lunatic and captured for research.
[System’s Friendly Reminder: Suggestion for the host, do not reveal information related to transmigration and the system to any native existence.
This is good for the host and good for the system.]
Noah: “…”
He took a deep breath of the cold air, forcing himself to calm down.
Thanks to the newly acquired language pack, he could understand what the other party was saying and organize his words.
“I…
my name is Noah.”
He answered the other party’s questions in slightly awkward but accent-perfect Solaris Common Language.
At the same time, his brain’s CPU began operating at full speed, combining his knowledge as a player and the on-site situation to start fabricating a story.
“I am from Chongzhou, Huanglong.”
Huanglong, a civilization with cultural prototype based on a certain Country on Earth.
Chongzhou’s prototype was also just below his old country’s home.
This was the identity he could most easily disguise.
“I was walking properly on the road…
but accidentally fell into a Sonoro Sphere that suddenly appeared.”
His voice sounded very weak and still shaken.
This didn’t require much acting; his current state was the best performance.
“That space was very chaotic.
I passed out.
When I woke up again…
I found myself lying in this icy and snowy place, almost freezing to death.”
He pointed at the corpses on the ground, with an expression of lingering fear and a bit of forced composure: “Then these guys…
they were from Fractsidus, right?
They discovered me and seemed to want to capture me back for experiments.
I had no choice…
Fortunately, I am a Resonator, of the Spectro attribute.”
“I resisted desperately and…
and killed them.
Then you arrived.”
Noah raised his hand, revealing the Tacet Mark, answering her questions while quietly observing the other party.
She was wearing a thickened silver-black combat suit, with a decoration on her shoulder that he couldn’t understand, seemingly a military rank, and a conspicuous black flower mark on her sleeve.
The female Bloom Bearer listened carefully, her indigo eyes examining Noah.
This young man looked very disheveled, his clothes thin, his face pale, with bloodstains and frostbite on his body.
The fear and forced calmness in his eyes didn’t seem fake.
Most importantly, there were indeed weak residual fluctuations of Resonance Ability he had just used on his body.
From the traces at the scene, it roughly matched what he said: after a fierce resistance, he luckily counter-killed them.
Although Crafters were the lowest-level grunts of Fractsidus, they weren’t something ordinary people could handle.
This young man named Noah had decent strength and luck.
As for what he said about falling into a Sonoro, Black Shores had handled quite a few abnormal Sonoro events.
Cases of people being thrown into strange or even dangerous places did occur.
The female Bloom Bearer’s vigilance decreased somewhat, but her professional ethics made her continue questioning.
“Noah, a Spectro Resonator?”
Her tone softened a bit.
“In an unfamiliar environment, being able to single-handedly counter-kill three Fractsidus Crafters, even if they were just the most basic grunts, your combat ability and psychological quality are commendable.”
“However, just now you were…”
She glanced at the uniform that Noah had discarded.
“I’m about to freeze to death, ma’am.”
Noah gave a bitter smile, his voice trembling.
“I just wanted to find something to keep warm.”
The female Bloom Bearer nodded, seemingly accepting his explanation.
In extremely cold environments, it was understandable for people to make unconventional moves to survive.
She signaled to a team member beside her.
That team member took out a thick gray insulated coat from the accompanying backpack and walked over to hand it to Noah.
“Noah, put this on first.”
The female Bloom Bearer said, “My name is Lia.
We are the reconnaissance squad of the Second Battalion of the Black Shores Special Bloom Bearer Rapid Response Force.”
“It’s very dangerous here.
Fractsidus has been active frequently in Roya Frostlands recently, and the virtual mass magnetic storm here hasn’t disappeared yet.
We’ve already contacted a frigate patrolling the nearby waters.
They will send a small boat to pick you up.”
Noah took the coat from the team member and quickly wrapped it around himself.
A wave of warmth enveloped him, almost moving him to tears.
By the way, this Bloom Bearer just said she was from some Black Shores rapid response force.
Did the game have this thing in Black Shores?
Whatever, staying alive was more important.
“Th-thank you!”
“No need.
Protecting citizens of various nations and handling abnormal threats is the duty of Black Shores.”
Lia’s tone was calm as she continued asking, “Do you have any other companions?
In the Sonoro, or here?”
“No, just me alone.” Noah shook his head.
“Regarding that Sonoro, do you remember any details?
For example, the scenes inside, did you see any special sights or hear strange sounds?”
Based on the game’s descriptions of Sonoro Spheres, Noah picked some common characteristics and spoke vaguely.
For example, spatial disorientation, gray fog filling the air, seeing intermittent strange light and shadows, etc.
True and false mixed, but it sounded quite plausible.
While listening, Lia took out her personal terminal and quickly recorded, nodding from time to time.
During the questioning, the roar of an engine came from not far away.
A small landing craft cut through the snow waves and quickly approached.
“Let’s go.
Come back to the ship with us first.
We will verify your identity.
If everything checks out, we will arrange to send you back to Huanglong.”
Lia gestured for Noah to board the boat.
Noah breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
At least his life was saved.
He followed the Black Shores team members onto the small boat and huddled in a relatively warm corner, watching the snowfield and glaciers rapidly receding in the distance.
Just now, this “Lia” Bloom Bearer said they were in Roya Frostlands…
If he remembered correctly, beneath the icefield was a warm and humid underground oasis.
The Lahai-Roi Academy City was built there.
He had really transmigrated into the world of “Wuthering Waves”, and his starting point was in such a damn place.
Speaking of which, his system…
the Villain System?
He suddenly remembered his golden finger and tried to call out to his system in his mind.
Soon, a system interface appeared before his eyes.
He cautiously glanced around at the Black Shores Bloom Bearers; none of them noticed what he was doing.
Noah secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed this interface could only be seen by him.
The system interface was currently very simple, with only a character panel.
[Host: Noah]
[Task Record: Newbie Task (Completed)]
[Abilities: Spectro Resonance Ability (Common class)
Solaris Common Language (Proficient)]
The panel had only these few lines of text.
Besides that, there was nothing else.
This system not only had a weird name and weird tasks, but also prohibited him from revealing the truth.
Speaking of which, Black Shores wanted to verify his identity and send him back to Huanglong?
He was an unregistered person.
Once checked, he’d be exposed.
What then?
Sigh, take it one step at a time.
The small boat broke through the ice sea, heading toward a silver-gray warship with stern lines in the distance.
Noah looked at that Black Shores warship, but his heart was not at ease.
The road ahead was uncertain, and he had this not-quite-normal system by his side.
This so-called Solaris Great Villain path had hell difficulty right from the start.
Moreover, he really didn’t want to be the villain!