[Spiritual Qi Revival + Bizarre Talent + Lighthearted + Hilarious + System]
Also known as: "Touch Me and Even a God Will Catch a Cold!"
Everyone else awakened god-tier talents from the start, but Wang Nan awakened... a whole body full of ailments!
Talent [Condition Transfer]: Whoever he touches catches whatever illness he has.
His System is even more unhinged. It guarantees a win every time, but the prizes are all colds, diarrhea, and migraines. Whatever he draws, that's what he gets.
Graduation exams. Secret-realm trials.
While everyone else showed off fireballs and ice blades, Wang Nan had his own unique style...
An F-rank wild boar caught the flu, smeared its face with snot, and crashed into a tree.
An E-rank steel-armored rhino's back pain flared up, leaving it flat on its back with all four legs in the air.
A lightningfang wolf's pharyngitis kicked in. Its howl cracked into a yelp, earning scorn from its companions.
The examiners fell silent as one. "What the hell kind of fighting style is this?"
Score: zero!
The rules required him to kill his opponents, but he hadn't killed a single one. They were all sick!
Just then, a D-rank behemoth awoke, and a fifteen-meter giant toad charged toward the crowd.
Wang Nan turned around and slapped the beast's belly.
"Take this: Toad Diarrhea!"
The D-rank mutated beast squatted right where it was, its expression changing from predator to desperate victim in need of a bathroom.
The examiners were struck by the biggest professional dilemma of their careers:
"You could call him strong, but he hasn't killed a single mutated beast."
"You could call him weak, but... he gave a D-rank diarrhea."
On the viewing platform, the examiners from the various bureaus wore complicated expressions.
Special Operations Bureau: "This ability... it's inhumane!"
Assassination Bureau: "The target's screams are too loud. Not discreet enough!"
Intelligence Bureau: "Can we get him to a hospital for a clean bill of health first?"
They all thought the kid's talent was bizarre.
But nobody knew that forget D-ranks...
even a god would catch a cold on the spot!
