95: Chapter 95 The Meaning of Postcards

Chapter 95: The Meaning of the Postcard (Third update, asking for initial subscriptions)

The panel emitted a purple light that was even more colorful and unfathomable than usual.

Fang Cheng's eyes also flickered continuously as he carefully gazed at the specific ability description of the new talent.

[Omniscient Language]

[Proficient in the language of any spiritual creature, needing only to hear a complete dialogue or look at a simple line of text to instantly and completely decipher and unlock it through powerful instinct.]

[Resistance to all negative language-based abilities such as curses, bewitchment, and malicious thoughts is increased by 400%.]

"Hiss..."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, calming his somewhat excited emotions.

This talent was synthesized from language-type skills.

Although it could not directly increase combat power, it gave him the greatest convenience in his future life and study, and communication with others would be completely free of obstacles.

Moreover, the modifier "spiritual creature" was all the more thought-provoking...

The Omniscient attribute was simply like an ability possessed by gods.

The reason it was evaluated as "Epic-grade" rather than "Mythic-grade"...

probably also lay in the flaw on the level of combat power.

However.

When his gaze turned to the second ability of the Omniscient Language, this flaw vanished instantly.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, his gaze revealing an even more satisfied look.

In his combat philosophy, fighting against enemies was never just about focusing on offense and seizing the initiative.

It even required oneself to plant one's stance firmly and make defensive preparations before delivering precise strikes.

The spell resistance described in the new talent should mainly stem from the willpower blessing provided by the mental attribute.

Calculated based on his current basic attributes.

A 400% increase was equivalent to having the spell resistance that could only be possessed with over 100 points of mental attribute.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel emotional in his heart.

An Epic-grade talent truly lived up to being Epic-grade!

Skills that relied on daily hard practice and gradual upgrades had no comparability with it at all.

Or rather, all skills could only be considered truly accomplished and in Perfection once they were raised to max level and finally evolved into talents!

After evaluating the specific abilities of the new talent.

Fang Cheng reined in his thoughts and calmed his state of mind.

Instead, he opened the desk drawer and took out the postcard that had been lying there for a long time.

"I hope to have the honor of listening to your voice..."

Looking at this line of handwriting again, Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly.

He could faintly comprehend the state of mind of the sender when writing this line of words back then.

Then, his gaze swept over the subsequent string of meaningless characters.

The text symbols that originally appeared strange and eccentric suddenly seemed to become harmonious and orderly.

While Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, he instantly understood the meaning within.

Then, his expression also looked slightly eccentric...

This was a string of codes.

The eccentric thought did not lie here.

But rather because it happened to belong to the spell type.

But it was not the negative type of language that cursed others to death, but a medium that could be used to communicate with each other.

It was like... the special key needed to be entered to log into a private, dedicated chat room.

It was Fang Cheng's first time seeing such a thing, and not understanding the specific situation, he could only make a rough analogy.

After a little thought, his lips moved slightly, and he fluently recited this extremely awkward spell.

"Om, Ah, Mi, Ma, Wa, She, Mou..."

As the spell was recited word by word and sound by sound, it clearly echoed in the air.

The surrounding scenery receded with a rustling sound.

At the same time, countless voices surged into his ears.

Just like radio frequency crosstalk, receiving rustling and incomparably noisy human voices.

In a flash, the noise also receded rapidly like a tide.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes wide and looked around.

The small bedroom was as if completely shrouded in darkness.

It was so dark that even the sensory ability possessed by 33 points of mental attribute could not fathom it.

It was as if he was standing alone at the end of the world.

Vast, silent, and ethereal.

Fang Cheng was not sure whether this place was an illusion he imagined.

Or if it truly existed on some level of this world.

Looking outward, all the light in the outside world seemed to have been completely swallowed by the Universe, deep to the point of being oppressive.

But that darkness was not pure darkness either.

It flowed slowly as if it had substance, like a thick fog covering all things in heaven and earth.

Faintly, one could hear the howling of violent wind or the sound of waves crashing.

It seemed that countless evil entities were hidden within, wanting to choose people to devour.

It was somewhat like the state he was in when previously listening to the second syllable of the Primal Mother Vowel.

Every single one is correct, read one by one!

Fang Cheng's heart suddenly stirred slightly, raising his eyes to look, his pitch-black, shining pupils expanding slightly.

"That is..."

He saw a few somewhat sparse stars hanging high above his head.

Upon further careful identification, anomalies could be discovered again.

They were big and small, gathering and dispersing from time to time, their shapes and lights were all different, more like specks of light floating in the dark fog.

It's just that some were relatively bright, like stars hanging high, eye-catching.

Some were so faint that they were hard to be noticed, like the light of fireflies, flying up and down, drifting with the current.

And in the distant depths of that profound darkness, it seemed that more elusive specks of light were hidden.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, lowering his head to look at the halo emerging beneath his feet, and he instantly had a flash of insight.

Then he recalled the spell he had recited.

As his mind stirred, he stood in front of one of the relatively faint specks of light.

But when one approached close, that speck of light instantly transformed into the image of a manor gate.

Carved on the door were various intricate patterns, neat and symmetrical, appearing exceptionally noble and elegant.

Fang Cheng looked up at this door, raising his hand, preparing to knock.

Afterward, he paused again.

...

Jiangnan District, Daogu Street.

This could be said to be one of the luxury residential areas with the highest housing prices in Dongdu.

Late into the night.

Inside a villa with a garden and a swimming pool, all the lights were extinguished.

The servants had all fallen asleep, so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Only inside the master bedroom, a faint light flickered vaguely.

Seen was a shirtless, handsome-looking young man sitting cross-legged on the floor.

A circle of lit candles was placed around him, seemingly doing Meditation cultivation.

Suddenly his brows twitched, and he opened his eyes with some perception.

Then he scratchingly and somewhat distressfully ruffled his black hair that covered his brow corners, the corners of his mouth splitting into a creepy arc:

"Why won't you come in? I am very hospitable to my own kind..."

While speaking, that pair of eyes flashed with a faint green light.

At the same time, in another corner of this city.

A woman wearing silk pajamas with a graceful and voluptuous figure sat up from the bed.

As if she had just had a nightmare, she muttered to herself in her mouth:

"Haven't you contacted his girlfriend yet?"

"Although he is a newbie, it shouldn't be like this."

"Based on the reading speed he displayed, he should have already broken through the memory limit or perception limit, and his Meditation cultivation shouldn't be bad either."

"As long as he reads the pitch of those few words accurately, that's fine; he doesn't need to System-atically learn the true word spells..."

The woman knitted her willow eyebrows slightly, racking her brains in deep thought, somewhat finding it hard to understand.

Covering herself with the warm velvet blanket, wanting to continue entering dreamland, her sleepiness had completely vanished.