Lying on his familiar bed, Shen Xingyan felt his vision suddenly darken, followed by a strange sensation of separation from his body. It was as if some force had transported him through space and time. The bizarre images made him dizzy, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
After a brief period of darkness, Shen Xingyan felt a solid surface under his feet. Coming to his senses, he cautiously opened his eyes. The world around him revealed itself in all its splendor—vibrant colors and picturesque landscapes created the impression of a fantastical reality. Seeing such a sight for the first time, Shen Xingyan couldn't help but marvel, wondering: could the outside world also be like this?
Looking around, Shen Xingyan found himself standing in the center of a massive platform. On its edges, mist swirled, obscuring everything beyond. In front of him stood majestic figures embodying different professions. Clad in luxurious armor, they exuded a powerful aura. Beneath each figure was a brief description of the profession's features and skills.
Shen Xingyan carefully studied the descriptions. Although he already knew this information from school, seeing the visual representations of the professions for the first time was very insightful. He looked at the combat professions with a hint of envy until he stopped before the figure of a seemingly ordinary old man who radiated an aura of antiquity.
Unlike the other professions with their luxurious attire and noble bearing, the old man representing the Farmer profession looked so mundane that he seemed to be just an unremarkable elderly person. His face was covered in deep wrinkles, even more noticeable against his tanned skin. His loose clothing was cinched with a coarse belt, and on his feet were badly worn cloth shoes that had clearly served him for a long time. The old man's calloused hands seemed to tell a story of the farmer's difficult journey to his descendants.
The old man's entire appearance spoke of hard work and hardship, eliciting not the slightest desire for admiration or emulation. Looking at him, Shen Xingyan involuntarily sighed, understanding why this profession was so unpopular. The very image seemed to portend the future—to become a wizened old man like him. At 18, full of hope, receiving such a predetermination was hard to accept.
However, Shen Xingyan saw it differently. Perhaps because of their shared profession, or maybe thanks to his early maturity and self-reflection, he had already come to terms with being a farmer. Looking at the frail old man, he felt no disgust; on the contrary, he felt a strange closeness. The old man's face seemed increasingly kind and familiar, as if he were looking at a family member.
Feeling respect for this ancient image, Shen Xingyan involuntarily bowed to the old man, as if to an elder relative or his future "self." As he bowed, he didn't notice the old man's face come to life, glowing with an unusual light. The old man's gaze, filled with approval, rested on Shen Xingyan, and a strange radiance flowed from him to the youth's forehead, after which the old man once again became motionless.
Straightening up, Shen Xingyan didn't notice any changes.
At that moment, a mysterious voice spoke: [Welcome to the Star Source world, young professional. Countless trials and opportunities await you here. Approach the statue of your profession and begin your professional journey!]
This sudden voice did not surprise Shen Xingyan—they had been warned about such prompts in the Star Source world at school. There were cases when people with lifestyle professions tried to approach the statues of combat specialists, but this only resulted in their expulsion from the world for 30 days.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Xingyan resolutely approached the figure of the old man. As soon as he made his choice, a beam of light enveloped his body.
[Profession selection successful! Please choose a name for the Star Source world. Take this seriously, as this name will accompany you for a long time.]
After some thought, Shen Xingyan remembered the words of an ancient leader: "A single spark can start a prairie fire!" He decided: "My name will be: Prairie Fire Spark!"
[Name successfully set. Loading personal information, please wait…]
His personal information appeared before Shen Xingyan's eyes:
Name: Prairie Fire Spark (Shen Xingyan)
Number: 9527
Profession: Farmer
Professional Skill: 1. Consuming a certain amount of Primal Energy points increases the growth progress of crops in a specified area by 10%. The larger the area, the greater the energy consumption. Duration: 10 hours, skill cooldown: 24 hours.
Strength: 10 points
Agility: 10 points
Constitution: 10 points
Spirit: 10 points
Health: 100/100 points
Primal Energy: 18/18 points
Stamina: 10/10 points
Physical Attack: 10 points
Magical Attack: 10 points
Defense: 10 points
Speed: 10 points
Talent: Summon Skeleton—summons a skeleton monster with all stats equal to 1 for combat (cooldown: 24 hours).
Money: 0 gold, 0 silver, 0 copper
[Load successful, establishing unique connection…]
[Connection complete. Enter the Star Source world?]
"Enter!" Shen Xingyan nodded.
Although Shen Xingyan had looked at his stats many times, he didn't notice any changes in his attributes. After his choice, his surroundings changed once more—the quiet platform disappeared, replaced by a rundown village surrounded by noise and bustle.