He had read many novels where an MC transmigrates to another world with a unique package that helps them reach the apex of the cultivation world.
A system with an attribute calculator is the most common transmigration package in Chinese webnovels.
Could it be… I transmigrated to a cultivation world with a system, just like in those novels?
Kamanth couldn't believe it. He was honestly scared. He had always dreamed of becoming a cultivator if the opportunity ever came, but he'd convinced himself that reality and fantasy were two different things—they never truly mixed.
[Identified Foreign Language]
[Does user want translation?]
Kamanth looked at the notification once again. He immediately said "yes" without any hesitation.
[User's request is under process]
[The process is canceled]
[The user doesn't have enough Skill Points]
[Does user want to learn the language by borrowing the required Skill Points on credit?]
Kamanth was speechless. But he knew his current predicament. Learning the local language was essential. If he wanted to find out what was going on, he had to communicate with the people here. That was the only way to learn his location. So, without hesitation, he said "yes" again.
As soon as he responded, a flurry of information rushed into his brain. He felt a severe headache, but he endured it. He closed his eyes and let things take their course.
Xiu!
[Local language transmission completed successfully]
[User can now communicate with the locals here]
[User has learned the language by borrowing the required Skill Points in credit]
[User cannot learn any other skills until the debt is cleared]
[Skill Points Debt: 100,000 points]
100,000!!!
Kamanth was stunned. To learn a language, he had to pay 100,000 Skill Points? That meant, unless he paid back the 100,000 points, he couldn't learn any other skills! He would have to rely solely on his own effort and intelligence for everything else until the debt was repaid.
Are you kidding me? My IQ is less than 30, and I have to figure everything else out on my own until I clear my debt? How am I supposed to do that?
A system was supposed to help the user—at least, that's what happened in the novels. Why did his system feel like it was toying with him?
Still, he wasn't entirely upset. In order to survive, he needed to know the local language. Even if it came at a great price, it had been worth it.
Sure enough, where he couldn't understand anything the people here said before, now, as soon as the language data was transmitted to him by the system, the words all made sense.
"This is a once in a million year opportunity! Come, come, come! Test your talent and join the great and peerless Sacred Wind Academy!"
"Sacred Wind Academy is one of the top academies under the Royal God Sect!"
"This is a great chance for mortals like you. You could have the opportunity to rise to the heavens by joining us!"
"Don't miss it! You will never get this chance again! Take full advantage!"
A man among the crowd, wearing a uniform that probably indicated his organization, was shouting like a madman.
Academy!
Sect!
Sweeping the heavens!
These words were more evidence for Kamanth's earlier suspicion: he might really have transmigrated to a world where cultivation was possible.
But he still couldn't jump to conclusions. So he walked up to the "madman" to verify it.
"Excuse me! May I know more about the Sacred Wind Academy?" Kamanth asked. He spoke fluently, as if he'd been speaking the language his whole life. No awkwardness, no mistakes—thanks entirely to the system. Even if it had left him in debt, at least it gave him a way to start.
Hearing this, the "madman's" eyes lit up with delight. Someone had shown interest in joining his academy.
The recruiter turned toward the voice, excited, but when he saw who was speaking, his smile froze.
Standing before him was a fatty with extremely poor physical condition, his whole body greasy and his face full of confusion. Most importantly, Kamanth's age was not suited for a cultivation debut.
A cultivator's best starting age was around 12 or 13, when strong vitality made them easy to train. Starting any later left one's future nearly hopeless. At age 23, it was practically a disaster for someone to begin on the path.
The recruiter forced a smile and said, "Hahahaha! What a great talent you are. With just a glance, this big brother can see you have a bright future in cultivation!"
"I have talent?" Kamanth's heart leapt with excitement. "Then I really have what it takes to be a cultivator?"
"Indeed!" the recruiter replied quickly. "I'll be honest, your potential is good, but your physical body is lacking. Of course, we have ways to improve that—but it will require your full dedication."
"Don't worry, madm— I mean, big brother! I will definitely work hard! I won't let anyone down!" Kamanth said confidently.
"Good!" the recruiter said with a continued smile, though inwardly he was cursing his luck at attracting what might be the worst candidate in cultivation history.
He sighed inwardly. Their academy had once been the best in the entire sect. But now, it had declined to the bottom. Time was merciless, and there was nothing they could do to stop its decline.
The Royal God Sect ruled over vast lands, governing many academies in different places. If any academy produced a great talent, the sect would take them in exchange for wealth and resources.
Sacred Wind Academy was one such organization working under the Royal God Sect. Once, it had been the best; over time, it had fallen to rock bottom.