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Rayal's body suddenly filled with a magical atmosphere, as if being engulfed by an invisible storm. He felt a strange transformation, a deep, unsettling change. When he looked down at himself, he was shocked to find that his once clean and tidy clothing had turned into a tattered garment that repelled the eye. The clothing was not only worn and torn, but also stained with mud and grease, its edges frayed to mere threads, as if it had weathered countless storms and witnessed too many homeless nights.
A foul odor immediately assaulted his senses, so strong that Rayal almost held his breath. It was a suffocating smell, a mixture of mold, rotten earth, and aged sweat, as if telling the world that the wearer of this clothing lived at the lowest rung of society, struggling every day to survive.
"What on earth is this?!" Rayal almost screamed, his face full of disbelief, his voice echoing in the empty trial room. "Are you kidding me?! Is this supposed to be the 'most sophisticated calculation'?"
The crystal ball emitted a somewhat mocking voice, "Oh, dear Mr. Rayal, are you questioning our excellent system logic? The allocation of each profession has been rigorously analyzed, representing the truest self deep within you."
Rayal was so angry that his face turned green. "So my 'true self' is just a stinky Wanderer?! Is there something wrong with your system?!"
"But of course not," the voice of the crystal ball remained calm as always, as if enjoying the conversation. "Everyone's starting point is different, Mr. Rayal. Yours is just... well... more unique. And as a reward, you will receive a special skill. Just think, this is truly unique, you should feel honored."
Rayal had a look of helplessness and curiosity on his face. Although he was full of doubts about this "sophisticated system," he also understood his powerlessness - no matter how he argued, it seemed that the system had already set his fate. But what exactly was the so-called special skill? Rayal was filled with doubt, but also a hint of anticipation.
As the light inside the crystal ball flickered, a soft beam of light floated out, seeming lifelike, and gently landed on Rayal. His interface immediately became active, and a series of achievement unlock pop-ups appeared before his eyes. "The first person in the world," "the first Wanderer," these he could understand, at least they sounded like great honors. However, when his gaze fell on the third achievement - "You really stink!" - his brow couldn't help but furrow deeply.
What a strange achievement is this? He clicked on the explanation of the achievement on the interface, only to find that it was because of his unbearable odor that some unknown character's favorability towards him had decreased. This left Rayal feeling very confused.
He raised his head and questioned the crystal ball, "There's no one here besides you and me, so how could there be an issue of favorability?"
The light of the crystal ball dimmed slightly, as if imitating a person's cough. Then the calm and merciless voice conveyed coldly through the flickering light: "Because of the odor on you, even as a lifeless existence, I also feel a 'displeasure.' So, I regret to inform you that our affinity has also decreased."
The tone carried no warmth, as if mocking how Rayal even in this new world, the only entity he could communicate with showed disgust towards him.
Let Rayal dumbfounded. He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. This new beginning, so different from the brave and just hero image he had imagined, seemed too absurd.
"I didn't do anything!" Rayal's retort sounded somewhat feeble, and he could feel the embarrassment and helplessness in his own words.
The crystal ball did not respond, but quietly emitted light as if enjoying the drama.
Rayal immediately caught the nauseating smell again, it was so strong that he could almost sense the color of the smell in the air. He involuntarily covered his nose, but the smell seemed to find its way into his nostrils. His throat spasmed, and he almost couldn't help but dry heave.
Rayal felt his stomach churning, but the crystal ball seemed indifferent to his discomfort, its voice still coming through calm and indifferent: "Mr. Rayal, please be aware that the odor debuff on you may bring many setbacks and crises in the early stages of your game. This will be a... challenge."
Listening to the seemingly serious but subtly mocking tone, Rayal felt an inexplicable anger rising in his chest, yet couldn't help but want to laugh - the whole situation was too absurd. He decided to no longer pay attention to this seemingly temperamental system, and instead focus on the shimmering achievement interface in front of him.
At this moment, the system emitted a prompt sound, and a new message appeared: "Congratulations on achieving the 'First Person in the World' achievement. You will have the opportunity to randomly draw a special skill."
Filled with anticipation, Rayal pressed the agree button without hesitation. The interface displayed a long string of skill rapidly rotating, flashing various enticing skill names. He suppressed his discomfort and loudly prayed to the cold air, "Please, give me a powerful skill!"
The skill in front of him spins rapidly like a slot machine, and each skill name represents different possibilities and futures. Rayal's heart beats with the flashing of the skill names, filled with hope for a journey of rebirth and regret for the irretrievable past.
Finally, the wheel slows down and comes to a stop, and a skill shines before him—this time, what kind of power will fate bestow upon him?
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