[ "Yes, that's a status window. You have skills that represent the special abilities that you have, the stats that represent a rough limit of your strengths, and then there are other uses of this status window that you will know about going forward." ]
The little snowball listened to this explanation and nodded his small head, understanding everything perfectly.
Then, he pointed at the very first skill that was listed in his skills.
"Miii?"
[ "That's right. That's the skill. You should try and think about using that skill. Just think about it. Using a skill is very easy." ]
Under the instructions of the words of the voice, the young dokkaebi triggered the skill of a rank so mysterious even the primordial ones who possessed them knew little about them, for the very first time.
[You have used the Extreme Skill: Hexenmind.]
[Under the effects of the skill, you will absorb the
[Under the effects of the skill, as you have not chosen any specific target areas, a random piece of unique knowledge will be given to you about the world.]
[Since no target was chosen, you will obtain a (Basic) appraisal of your perceived surroundings.]
The skills of this world were ranked from rank skills and there were ultimate skills known as the extreme skills like the one possessed by this little snowball.
The lower ranked skills could be the same since they are powers that one can obtain through various means but special skills are not something that one can just obtain.
One either had to make one or obtain one through the system rewards.
It wasn't an easy process, but the extreme skills were one of a kind and catastrophically dangerous.
Those who possessed it were categorised uniquely by the mere virtue of possessing these skills.
And this dokkaebi was one such existence.
"Miiiiii…!"
[ "It will feel painful at first since you're not used to this, but you will soon become familiar with accepting information after some time." ]
By using this special skill, three things happened.
[You have obtained important information for Class-advancement through the memories of the world.]
Everything within nature was a witness and the witnesses of nature shared a unique collective consciousness.
Through the use of this special skill, the snowball was given access to information about the world that no one else could read.
[You have apprised a total of 126 elements in your surroundings.]
With the same skill, he was allowed to apprise things and get access to their status windows, granting the dokkaebi access to information that was unique and important to the different elements of this world.
It wasn't possible to access the status window of various things in this world so easily at once. The process was awfully tedious and exhausting.
But, this one had managed to use appraisal for hundreds of things without wasting too much of their time.
And lastly…
[Random knowledge about (Elementalism) has been shared with you.]
The Dokkaebi could access any kind of knowledge from any field or any area as long as it was lucky.
It was not a normal ability.
Information was more important for a Storyteller than anything else in this world. And if he was born with the ability to access the unique information of this world, then there was little that would stop him from becoming the best in his field.
[ "Seems like this ability of his was underestimated. A reassessment of the skill may be needed in the near future.]
The skills that one is born with are inherent and not granted by the system so sometimes even the system that is almost omniscient fails to understand the powers that these special skills are capable of.
While it wasn't common among the streamers, special skills like this one were most certainly a distinguishing element among the great streamers.
The Mindstate cherished these individuals.
And similarly, it also cherished the ones that these individuals chose as the central figures of their streams.
"Miiii."
The Dokkaebi had calmed down.
And, equipped with new knowledge about the world and his role powers, he knew what he needed to do next.
[Skill: Hexenmind will be on cooldown for (24-hours).]
"Meee… Miu~!"
[ "That's right. You will need a Protagonist for your stream." ]
The voice affirmed the question of the dokkaebi. The reason there were no spectators present for his stream was exactly because of the lack of a central figure around whom the stream can revolve around.
The streamers themselves were always hidden from the stream because of the (Protection) of the system. No one would want to watch a stream of a newbie that didn't even have a protagonist now would they?
And only through a proper stream can the storytellers earn their lifeblood, the gems.
"Meeee!"
[ "That's right. But you should rest first before going out there." ]
There was a city not too far from this forest so the next stop of the little furball was already decided.
However, before he did that, he needed to do a few things.
"Yawn~."
And the first of it was to rest and recover from all the toll suffered from using magic and that high level skill of his.
While this was his journey, the story wasn't about him. He was the storyteller.
{Somewhere in the nearby city…}
The story, as he will come to know soon, was one that already had an initial premise to follow.
-Swish!
In the middle of the city, in a large mansion that seemed to belong to an influential individual, in the innermost corridor of this palace-like house, a shadow was cast on the gates of the bedroom chamber.
-Click.
The one who entered this room was none other than the master of this mansion, one of the richest merchants of this city as well as a collector that had amassed an immense collection of magical items.
"Yawn~. Haaaa."
Exhausted after a long day of work, the individual was just about to turn up for the day when he felt a strange stinging pain on his neck.
"Ouch! Damned bugs."
Instinctively slapping the part where it hurt, the wealthy merchant let out a curse… however he did not forget his main goal for coming here.
"Haaaa…"
He was sleepy.
Going to his bed, right as he was about to lay down, out of nowhere, his head felt heavy.
There was sufficient light in this room. The chandelier above was illuminating each corner of the room, and yet the merchant felt a kind of darkness cover his vision that did not make any sense to him.
"W-what…?"
He did not understand what was happening, however, he was certain that this was no normal occurrence.
"Have a good rest." A whisper spoke from the long shadow of the merchant that was now cast on the floor, catching his attention.
However, before he could turn around, the (sting) had already taken full effect.
"…"
The merchant fell. Not to the arrow of sleep or exhaustion, but to the sedative of the shadows.
"Move."
-Ooooooooooooooooong!
It was interesting to see how despite the body now laying down on the bed, the shadow that was cast on the floor had remained intact.
And even more interesting was how this very shadow rose from the darkness, materialising entirely as an individual clad in shadowy-shadowed outfit resembling an assassin.
A plain golden mask with only the opening of the eyes was covering his face, while the defined muscles all over his arms were covered by a white strip of embroidered cloth.
The embroidery seemed like magical enchantments, however, one would not know the truth of the day that was about to transpire here.
-Ooooooooooooooooong!
Much like the first assassin, from the various shadows of the items present in this room, defying the magic alarm system, individuals in black materialised into the room one after another.
"Move the body."
"Moving the target element."
Some of them moved the unconscious body of the merchant, while the others moved the giant bed that could fit six like the healthy merchant.
"Target in sight."
The one with the golden mask and red enchanted cloth strips covering his arms grabbed the hand of the merchant… as the target was still asleep, he pressed his hand on a certain part of the wall.
-Zaaaaa!
This revealed a device that was then used to scan the retinas of the merchant, the final action that revealed a staircase that grew upwards and connected with a secret room that opened on the ceiling.
"Prepare for the cleanup."
The shadows moved at the command of the one in the golden mask while he alone moved upstairs, leaving the unconscious merchant to his subordinate.
'The fated moment is approaching.'
He knew something that the others working for him did not.
He knew of a certain being that the 'others' were not yet aware of.
Of all that were going to play a crucial role in this world's tale, his was of the least significance.
But that was the story of the past…
'Not again.'
He knew things that the ones to come did not.
And so, he was going to capitalise on all that knowledge, and carve out a new path for everything that is yet to come.