Hell is composed of three parts: Purgatory, Icebound Prison, and Sin Prison. Purgatory is filled with flames everywhere, and ordinary creatures cannot survive there except for demons. Icebound Prison, on the contrary, is the coldest place in the world, where if you don't take protective measures, even urine will turn into ice before it hits the ground. Icebound Prison is the realm of the Undead, although some ice attribute demons also survive there. Sin Prison is the most mysterious place, surrounded by a black mist. I tried to enter several times, but I almost got lost and had to retreat...

- Excerpt from "The Adventure Diary of Explorer Horadas"

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After what felt like a long time of being in a dazed state, I woke up the next morning. I saw Nicole lying next to the bed, her back and the back of her head exposed, and Rosca sleeping in the chair with his head tilted back towards the table. The sky outside the window was still somewhat dim, probably around 5 or 6 in the morning.

I slowly crawled out of bed, feeling pains all over my body, but fortunately, there were no internal bleeding or fractures. It seemed that Nicole saved me yesterday. Rosca was back too... I hope Alex and Hank were not killed.

The thought of those two guys being beaten by Rosca to the point of disability made a slight smirk appear on my mouth, but I wasn't the one who punished them. If I had the strength, wouldn't it be more satisfying to personally cripple Alex and Hank? Ultimately, relying on others is not a long-term solution. As the saying goes, "When the mountain collapses, run to another mountain." This is the truth.

With that thought, the slight sense of satisfaction in my heart immediately dissipated.

In the midst of my contemplation, Rosca was the first to wake up. He truly deserved to be a hunter; he couldn't miss any slightest movements in his surroundings. With his hair loose like a lion's mane, Rosca opened his fierce eyes, a gaze that could frighten anyone who looked into his eyes. However, after seeing me wake up, the fire in his eyes extinguished instantly, replaced by relief and happiness.

"Son, your old man was so worried about you!" Before finishing his sentence, Rosca rushed over and gave me a bear hug, holding me in his arms tightly.

"..." With Rosca's hands tightly wrapped around me, I had difficulty breathing. "Dad, please let me go."

"I won't let go." Rosca continued to pat my back, patting me more than ten times before stopping. "Your old man has already taught those two bastards a lesson. Next time you see them, feel free to beat them up. If they dare to fight back, your old man will break their legs."

So those two guys didn't die...

I don't know if I should be disappointed or what, but I weakly said, "I thought Dad would cripple them."

"Shahar stopped me. After all, he's the captain of the Public Order Team and to some extent represents the master's face." Rosca explained. With Nicole waking up too, it was normal. As soon as the little beauty woke up, she pinched my ear with her finger. "Xiao Ke, you shouldn't have fought back. If they wanted to take you away, let them. Just avoid them and come back to tell sister. Sister will help you seek justice."

"..." I didn't say anything.

"Yeah, when you have no power, you have to endure." Rosca also agreed with Nicole's strategy of avoiding conflict. He let go of me, his rough hands kneading my head, shaping my blue hair into various bizarre shapes. "Remember whoever bullies you, wait until you have the strength to get it back. If you can't wait that long, ask Dad and sister for help. If it wasn't for your sister worrying about you and following behind, I'm afraid..."

The situation was very dangerous then. If Nicole had come later, I could have been seriously injured or even killed by Hank. It's so ugly to be powerless. I thought that after transmigrating, I could be like Long Aotian, dominating everything, but I ended up being a useless piece of trash... So, whether on Earth or in a different world, there is a truth: ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.After the incident in which we robbed the money, I trained even harder, but the results were still in vain. It seemed that I really didn't have the talent for sensing qi. As for the second magic talent test... I never had any expectations. Magic aptitude tests are not like college entrance exams. If I fail this year, I can try again next year. Talent is something innate; those who have talent have it, and those who don't have talent are futile even if they die on the training ground.

So, this world has never been fair.

Two peaceful days passed, and I was training to cut straw dummies. When Nicole, who had gone out to buy groceries, hadn't even appeared yet, I could already hear her excited voice.

"Xiao Ke, sister's back!"

"Mm, welcome ba...ck..." I put down my wooden sword and smiled towards the yard, then froze.

Wearing a simple linen dress and with fiery red hair tied up in twin tails, the cute girl waved at me with her empty right hand as she walked. The focal point wasn't her, but the person following closely behind her. This person looked around 16 or 17 years old, with neatly styled short golden hair and a handsome and bright face full of vitality. He was wearing a school uniform similar to a warrior's combat outfit from a certain warrior academy... How is it possible? Salas is back!?

As soon as Salas, who was walking behind Nicole, saw me, he immediately approached and patted my shoulder, showing a flawless smile. "Xiao Ke, long time no see. Nicole said you've been working a little too hard recently."

"Um... it's been almost half a year..." Faced with Salas' enthusiasm, I could only respond reluctantly.

"I heard that Aled and Hank were bullying you. Are you alright?"

Faced with Salas' concern, I felt a bit uneasy. "It's all fine now."

"If anything happens again, I'll teach them a lesson for you."

"My dad has already dealt with them, so they probably wouldn't dare to touch me again..."

"Mm, I heard about that too. It seems like Uncle Rosca beat them up pretty badly. It's been several days, and they're still lying in bed."

"Salas, you haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you have dinner at home today? I've already bought the ingredients." Nicole picked up the basket of vegetables and looked at Salas with an expression I couldn't quite understand. "I bought too much food today. If you don't help, Xiao Ke and I might get stuffed."

"Heh, since Nicole has spoken, of course I have to stay."

"That's great. Are you hungry? I'll go cook now... Oh, by the way, we're having beef tonight." Getting a response, Nicole happily ran into the kitchen.

After Nicole happily bounced away, the atmosphere became a bit cold. I didn't really like Salas, always feeling that he was a bit hypocritical. But Salas had never done anything bad, so my uneasiness towards him always remained as speculation. On the contrary, Nicole liked him a lot. I didn't know if this liking was admiration for an idol, siblings' bond, or something between a man and a woman. Perhaps that's why I disliked Salas.

"I'll continue training. Salas, you can relax."

"I'll join you. I can tell you some exercise methods I've learned at the academy."

"...Alright."

Salas is 16 years old this year, the only son of the security officer in Czech Village, Shara. He activated his qi sense at the age of 6, advanced to the second rank at the age of 10, and now he's already a third rank warrior, specializing in swordsmanship. He is adept at using a greatsword, which is longer than a person's height and two fingers thick. It's a heavy weapon that possesses incredibly high killing power, whether facing humans, demons, or large puppets. He serves as the backbone of the adventuring party in terms of damage output and can occasionally double as a defender. Warriors who use greatswords are known for their incredible strength. In the same rank, if a warrior wields a greatsword, it will be much easier for them to break through the entanglement of Fighting Spirit compared to other lighter weapons.

I don't like Salas because Nicole likes him. I'm jealous. Why don't I, as a transmigrator, have any plot armor, no grandpa, no superpowers, not even magic talent... not even qi sense? Being a useless person, my dream is something like having a harem, but it can only stay in my dreams. Since I'm not given anything, why did Heaven throw me into a different world? Couldn't I just start over on Earth and live each day seriously?

During dinner, Nicole and Salas chatted and laughed, and I couldn't get a word in. It felt like Nicole had distanced herself from me a bit. After dinner, it took a long time to send Salas home. They probably reached the doorstep.That night, I had trouble sleeping again.

Salas came the next morning, and Nicole and I were training at that time. I was still a useless person without Qi, while Nicole was striving to break through to the third level. As for Salas...he had already achieved the third level two years ago.

Nicole, with her sharp eyes, noticed Salas right away and eagerly pulled him over after he entered the yard, saying, "Salas, you came just in time. I have a question to ask you."

Salas smiled as he looked at Nicole and asked, "Is it about breaking through to the third level?"

"Yes, I found that the bottleneck has loosened a bit, and with my father not at home, I had to come to you."

"I see." Salas maintained his usual smile. "Let me briefly explain the difference between the second and third levels."

"Okay." Nicole put on an attentive expression, and I listened on the side.

Salas nodded slightly at both of us and said softly, "The first level is activating Qi, the second level is officially activating Fighting Spirit. In fact, each stage is a hurdle, and people with the talent for Fighting Spirit can activate their Qi by training hard, which is similar to activating Fighting Spirit at the second level. But the third level is different. In the third level, the Fighting Spirit that runs inside the body needs to be wrapped around the outside of the body. In other words, the third level is the same as the first level. It's almost impossible for someone without talent to achieve it in their entire life..."

"Um...is it really impossible for someone without talent to achieve it in their entire life?"

Salas's theory of talent was not the first time I had heard it. Every time I heard it, it left me deeply wounded. Although I was unwilling, I still had to struggle.

"Well..." Glancing at me, who was nervous, and Nicole, who looked worried, Salas forced a smile and changed his tone. "Actually, it's not absolute. It is said that there are some magical treasures that can activate the Qi of people without the talent for Fighting Spirit, allowing them to cultivate Fighting Spirit normally. It is said that some extraordinary treasures can even elevate the user's level to the seventh level or higher in a short period of time."

"What treasures are they? Do they really exist?" Nicole was even more anxious than me, grabbing Salas's hand and asking, "How can we get those kinds of treasures?"

"I've heard that some major noble families have them, but the number of these treasures is not many."

"And the names?"

"There are many types. The most common one is called Element Core, which is obtained from basic elements like water and earth. But to cultivate an Element Core...you must be at least at the sixth level..."

The sixth level! Rosca is only at the fifth level, so there is no way she can capture a sixth-level water element, and treasures of this level are not easy to obtain. Maybe it would be easier if they were purchased.

"How much does an Element Core cost?"

"This thing can only be found in auction houses. It is usually auctioned off for thousands of gold coins. It's unlikely to get it for less than 3000 gold coins."

3000 gold coins! Just go ahead and sell me.