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ATTENDANCE CHECK HERE
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So… I actually have a system.
A bit of a late bloomer, huh? I thought bitterly, scratching my head.
The group of primitives kept following me around like ducklings.
"Damn it! Stop following me already!" I shouted, waving my hands.
Of course, they didn't understand a single word I said. They just tilted their heads and kept walking behind me.
Thorn had already started leading the others somewhere—probably to build a camp or something. But still, a few stubborn ones stuck near me. Honestly, they were starting to get on my nerves.
Then, as I was about to scold them again, a thought struck me.
Wait… why would the protagonist—Sunny—give me a sword?
That shouldn't have happened. In the novel, he only gave one weapon to Thorn, the first human leader. So why me? Unless…
I quickly turned my attention inward.
"System, are you there?"
[I'm here, Host.]
I let out a sigh of relief. "Good, you're at least responding properly."
Now that I thought about it, the main character in the story also created systems for certain chosen beings—though his version came from one of his demigod incarnations. That guy was ridiculously overpowered, far above anyone else in the same rank.
"Anyway," I said, refocusing, "System, what are your functions?"
[Host, my functions include only: Appraisal and Plane Travel.]
"Appraisal and… Plane Travel?" I repeated, blinking. "Well, Appraisal makes sense—it's basically scanning, right?"
[Affirmative.]
"What are the pros and cons?"
[Appraisal will only work on beings weaker than the Host.]
"I see. So I can't use it on gods or powerful beings, huh?" I muttered. "That's… fair, I guess."
Curious, I decided to try it out.
"Appraise myself."
A blue translucent screen appeared before me.
Name: Nameless
Age: 15
Title: N/A
Talent: Swordsman (D-Grade)
"Huh… so that's it." I stared at the screen for a moment. "So this is why Sunny gave me a sword. Because of my talent. It's one rank lower than Thorn's 'Super Strength (C-Grade).'"
I looked around at the other primitives and decided to scan them too. One by one, I checked their statuses.
Jump.
Stealth.
Tracker.
Throw.
All F-Grade.
"Figures," I murmured. "So only me and Thorn have higher-level talents."
While I was busy fiddling with invisible screens, the others just watched curiously. Some even started mimicking my movements—raising their hands and tapping the air like I was doing.
I couldn't help but smirk.
"Heh, guess I'm already starting a new trend here."
In the distance, Thorn was walking toward me, though I didn't notice at first. The people around me suddenly stopped grunting, and when I turned around, I saw Thorn approaching—followed by his group.
"You," he said, his voice rough but clear.
I was genuinely surprised that he could now talk. "You… you…" he kept repeating, then pointed at his mouth. Ah, so he wants to learn to speak, huh? I nodded. It would definitely help if all of us could advance faster.
"Tomorrow," I told Thorn before he nodded and walked off toward the cave.
I noticed some of the others were already making their own spears, just like Sunny had done earlier. I sighed as I realized that the smaller group behind me was still following me wherever I went. They weren't as many as Thorn's, but it was still annoying to have a bunch of people trailing me around all the time.
"Well, looks like I'll have to start teaching these guys first," I muttered. "You guys, follow me."
They responded with low grunts.
This is going to take a while… I thought, shaking my head. Great. I've somehow become a teacher—of primitive people, no less.