Chapter 63: The Third Villain Simulator
"The third simulation is about to begin…"
"Talent entries are being drawn…"
"Please select three from the following five random talent entries as your initial talents for this simulation."
Five brand-new entries appeared before Orion's eyes. He scrutinized them one by one.
Pigeon Simulator (Green): When you promise someone something and want to back out, you can always find a reasonable excuse.
Orion tapped his chin, pondering. This ability, in reality, might be useful for dealing with some trivial matters. But it's completely useless in the simulation. He directly looked away.
Weapons Master (Purple): You can quickly master the use of any weapon and utilize at least 80% of its performance. When using the type of weapon you are most proficient with, you gain an additional attack bonus.
"Weapons Master?" Orion's eyes lit up. Perfect, although my strength has surged now, I don't have any handy weapons. With this, wouldn't I be proficient in swords, spears, staffs, and everything else? Even… do mechs count as weapons? Does this mean I'll even be able to pilot mechs in the future? He was quite satisfied with this entry.
Memory Armament (Gold): You can extract power from 'memory' to temporarily 'replicate' powerful weapons or armors you have understood or witnessed, in an eidolon form.
Effect Supplement: Replicated equipment possesses part of the original item's power and characteristics. Its strength depends on the depth of your memory of the item and your mental power.
Restriction: Only three Memory Armament can be maintained simultaneously.
Hmm? This seems to be an entry related to the Path of Remembrance? Materializing weapons from memory… This indeed pairs very well with Weapons Master. One is responsible for mastery, and the other is responsible for providing weapons, excellent.
Aha's Gaze (Green): You occasionally hear Aha's laughter and inadvertently perform some abstract actions that confuse those around you. There is an extremely low chance of screwing everything up at a critical moment due to an abstract joke.
"Aha…" Orion's mouth twitched, "The Joyful entries are indeed fun, but if that fun happens to me, especially at a critical moment, it's no longer fun."
"Aha, you can laugh by yourself, I'm not choosing this one."
Perfect Replication (Red): Touching an object allows you to copy its abilities, gaining all of its abilities for one day. However, after the replication ends, you need to wait one day before you can use it again.
When that dazzling red light entered his eyes, Orion was shaken! Immediately after, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy filled his heart. "Red entry! Perfect Replication!"
He meticulously read the effect description. "Touching a target allows me to copy all of its abilities for one day? It expires after one day, and then I have to wait another day before I can use it again… This, this is simply a heaven-defying divine skill!"
"All abilities… does that mean if I can touch a Star God, I can gain a Star God's abilities for one day?!"
As soon as this thought emerged, he gently shook his head. "No, it's debatable whether Star Gods even have physical forms, and even if they do, I can't easily touch them."
"But… what about an Emanator? If I can touch an Emanator, even if it's just replicating an Emanator's power for one day, that would be enough to destroy the world!"
"However, the 'need to wait one day after use' restriction is quite significant."
"And if I want to continuously replicate the abilities of a certain strong individual, I need to ensure I can 'touch' them frequently… That's a bit difficult. I can't just fight an Emanator every day, can I?"
"Unless… I can become good friends with them, the kind where we can often put our arms around each other's shoulders? Or… marry them and hug them to sleep every day, that's not impossible either…"
Some far-fetched thoughts flashed through Orion's mind, and then he pulled his attention back to the entry itself. In any case, this Perfect Replication is definitely a must-pick. With it, the room for manipulation is simply too vast!
With the five entries analyzed, Orion was incredibly excited. The quality of these entries far surpassed the previous two times! The red Perfect Replication is of a heaven-defying level of power. The golden Memory Armament combines offense and defense, has immense potential, and its synergy with Weapons Master is like adding wings to a tiger. As for the two green entries, they were completely out of his consideration.
"System, I've made my choice!"
[Talent entries selected.]
[Your goal is to obtain as high a Villain Value as possible at the end of the simulation.]
[Loading simulation world…]
Orion's consciousness was once again enveloped by the familiar dizziness. But this time, he felt much more immersed than before…
[At 1 year old, you gained consciousness in a lavish room in Dolos City.]
[You vaguely remember some warm fragments and gentle lullabies, but they were quickly replaced by the unfamiliar surroundings.]
[When you were hungry, you would cry. When you wet yourself, you would also cry.]
[Initially, crying would bring a woman in a simple uniform, who skillfully fed you and changed your clothes, but her eyes were always hollow, as if she was taking care of an object.]
[Gradually, you realized that crying and fussing seemed to only lead to longer periods of solitude, and an occasional, very impatient glance through the door crack.]
[Thus, you learned to be quiet.]
[With those unique golden eyes, you silently observed this lavish cage.]
Orion, in a state similar to an out-of-body experience, calmly observed his situation in the simulation. The lavish room decorations around him, clearly a mix of ancient Greek and Roman styles. Tall columns, exquisite carvings, gods and heroes on the murals, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: The location of this simulation, it wouldn't be something like Omphalos, would it? The architectural style is too similar…
[At 2 years old, you began to recognize the 'family members' in this home.]
[A man who always had a stern face, a woman whose eyes held disgust, and a boy a few years older than you who was always full of hostility.]
[You tried to call them 'Papa' and 'Mama' using the vague sounds you heard, but Aunt sternly stopped you, her gaze like a knife.]
Hmm? Another orphan start? Judging by this situation, this family definitely isn't proper relatives. But it doesn't matter, I'll lie low and develop first, and see how things unfold later.