God Of Body

"Oh, sh*t... Kian, we're doomed. Did you see her talent?" Ben whispered, his voice trembling. "That sword was definitely born to slay men, because of her hate against them. We need to be careful !"

Kian remained silent, his gaze fixed on Silvy as she emerged from the other side of the portal. The black sword hovering before her radiated an ominous aura, making her appear like a true killing machine in the making. Envy stirred within him as he watched.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, his expression one of approval.

"Impressive, little girl. You're a one-in-a-million talent. I'm sure your sword has other uses besides slaying a few men," he chuckled, his tone both amused and encouraging.

"Okay," Silvy nodded simply as she moved to the Virtue Faction without showing any excessive emotions.

The Sin Faction watched with unreadable expressions, while the Virtue Faction cheered, pleased to have her among them.

"Hey, beautiful missy, want to team up?" one adult male human asked eagerly from within the Virtue Faction.

"No, join us. We're strong. I have a third-grade Talent," another furry giant chimed in, his large frame towering over everyone present.

Several others, including females, extended their invitations, but she cared little for their offers.

She glanced at Kian with interest, finding him to be the most innocent and harmless person among those present.

Her hatred against men wasn't directed at all of them, but only at those with impure motives and questionable personalities. She possessed a strange ability to see through one's true character since birth, a trait that set her apart from others in her previous life.

And she saw Kian as the most trustworthy person here.

"Eh, who is she looking at?"

"Haha... A weakling brat, nonetheless. Truly disappointing!" a wolf-kin humanoid scoffed, shaking his wolf head as if disappointed in Silvy's perceived foolishness.

"Yes, let's see what talent he gets. Then we'll see what she does after that. I've seen many females like her," another human sneered, his voice dripping with jealousy.

Kian was puzzled as to why Silvy was looking at him so intently. He didn't appreciate the jealous and envious attention from others at all.

It made him feel uneasy and exposed in the sudden spotlight.

Ben nudged Kian's shoulder playfully. "Oh, hoh, looks like she likes you, Kian. Lucky man! But hey, be careful. If she senses any impure motives…" he added, casting a teasing glance at Kian's pants.

Kian didn't take Ben's words seriously. He knew Silvy's gaze wasn't one of love or affection like what he had seen on Reva's face. It was something else—something he couldn't quite comprehend.

The awakening continued, and Kian's anxiety grew with each passing moment.

It would soon be Ben's turn, followed by his own. The thought made him nervous—a shivering sense of anticipation, mingled with a faint hope that he might awaken something, anything.

Suddenly, a young human, seemingly the same age as Kian, caught everyone's attention.

The young man's eyes were cold and calculating, radiating an unsettling presence. An ominous aura seemed to spread outward from him, sending a shiver through the crowd.

The old man's eyes sparkled once again, his disappointment from the many lackluster talents vanishing in an instant. He leaned forward slightly, as if expecting something remarkable.

Before entering the portal, the young man paused and gazed at the old seer deeply.

"Hey, old man, can I choose not to reveal my talent like that?" the young man asked, looking displeased.

He didn't like the idea of shouting his secret to his potential enemies like an idiot.

The old man shook in amusement. "No, boy. Perhaps you didn't pay attention. There were so many requests regarding that, and all have been rejected. The same applies to you."

The dark-haired young man's frown deepened.

"Well, what if I owe you 10,000 merits for the favor?" the young man still pressed on.

The old man chuckled.

"Aha, still no, boy. Besides, do you even know the meaning of 10,000 merit points? It's a really big amount. If your talent is proven worthless, it will take forever to repay."

The young man smirked slyly after hearing the old man's words.

"Just tell me if it's possible or not," he asked calmly.

"Absolutely not!"

The old man's voice turned firm, with a hint of threat in it.

Kian and a few other sharp-minded individuals realized the old man was scheming something, perhaps trying to ignite a competition of wits already.

Among the tens of thousands of souls, remembering who gained which talent was difficult. Those who could manage it would gain a significant advantage.

Hmph...

The young man snorted and then stormed into the portal, his expression sour and unpleasant.

The portal activated, and mysterious characters began to materialize one by one.

Everyone watched with bated breath, intrigued by the dark-haired boy's enigmatic demeanor. His eagerness to conceal something only added to the suspense.

Kian also grew cautious, sensing an unsettling air about the young man. It was as if he was a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing, hiding his true nature behind a facade.

[ Name: Dragzul Azaroth ]

[ Faction: Sin ]

[ Soul Force: 100 (Peak) ]

[ Talent: Dark Demonic Dragon Constitution (Heaven) ]

The old man's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he announced the results. This was precisely what he had anticipated.

The dark-haired young man emerged from the other side of the portal, a sinister shadow of an evil dragon looming behind him.

The crowd's eyes widened in shock, and many instinctively recoiled in fear as the young man strode forward, radiating an aura of confidence and malevolence.

Dragzul appeared innocent on the surface but exuded a deep, sinister essence that couldn't be ignored.

Kian, Ben, and a few others silently felt grateful to the old man for revealing Dragzul's talent and true nature so openly. It gave them a chance to prepare should they ever need to confront him in the future.

Only after the announcement, Silverlina looked at Dragzul with weary expression. She had finally met her potential opponent.