MTL - Venerated Venomous Consort - Chapter 2711 Family of three 2

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…

The cold wind howls across the Northern Wilderness, and Louis Calvin tightens his wolfskin cloak, standing alone atop an ice cliff.As the son of a Duke, he was thrown into this perpetually frozen wilderness under the guise of 'pioneering glory.'When he thought he was at a dead end, the Daily Intelligence System activated:[Thirty-seven ice-bound hungry wolves are lurking in the southeastern valley, planning a raid on the territory tonight.][At dawn, an Ancient God's corpse will emerge from the Ice Lake, with its heart retaining the godliness of winter.][The Church of Gold Finch will deem you a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knight Order has set out on a northern expedition.][A tide of the undead will sweep across the continent, with humanity's numbers dwindling to less than a million.]...

Fifty years ago, rifts appeared in the world. These rifts spewed spirit beasts, ancient artifacts, and fragments of lost civilizations. The human race brought forth Talent Sigils and built guilds and families for survival.These families include one of the oldest awakened bloodlines, known as “The Long Clan,” said to trace its lineage from the dragons of antiquity.However, rivalries also exist within great clans.His name is Long Hao, the son of a dwindling lineage family who is ridiculed for being the embarrassment of the clan. It is not impossible for people to believe that he has only mediocre talent because the clan already labels him as the failure who does not deserve the name dragon.But on the night before the awakening ceremony, there is a prohibited awakening within him.> [Eclipse System… Activating[Forbidden Talent Detected. Origin: Dragon-Eclipse BloodlineIt seems that *Heaven’s Law* itself has madeLong Hao wields forbidden talent, a skill feared not only by humans but also by the heavens.The day that follows, the Awakening Stone has no talent, and the world laughs at him.But Long Hao just smiled.When the first dungeon appears out of nowhere in his high school, chaos breaks out. “The trash of the Long Clan” emerges and displays power that shocks the city.He will overcome his destiny.Above the guilds.Above ancient clans. Beyond God's own command. A dragon ought to fly across the nine heavens, and he, named Long Hao, shall smash those who come to get in his way.A dragon should soar across the nine heavens—and Long Hao will shatter anyone who dares stand in his path.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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