It has been forty years since spiritual energy was revived, and talent is destiny.
During the awakening ceremony, Lin Che, a senior high school student in Jiangzhou, received the lowest rating ever - Grade F, empty slot.
The whole audience burst into laughter. His fiancée broke off the engagement on the spot. S-class prodigy Chen Yao stepped on his dignity and spoke:
"Trash should look like trash."
That night, half of the black iron token left by my father heated up and melted into the palm of my hand. Deep in the sea of consciousness, a dark stone trough slowly opened its "eye"——
Empty Slot·Awakening
[Defeat the target to swallow its talent fragments]
[Fragments can be superimposed, fused, and evolved infinitely]
Shicao doesn't ask about his origin or rating, he just asks: can he fight.
Hard skin, scales, thunder, poisonous miasma... The talents you are proud of will become my nourishment.
My sister is terminally ill and the cost of medicine is a mountain; my father "died" in war for ten years, and the truth is buried in the cracks.
From being beaten to death in a black market animal cage, to being famous in the city with one punch on the martial arts stage of life and death——
Lin Che tightened her grip on her father's sword: What you owe me must be repaid sooner or later with interest.
I dig out the people who betrayed my father one by one from their graves.
