In his own corner of the cave, Thiago settled down to assess his new status fully. Status.
Name: Thiago Khan
Breed: Black Tiger
Species: Magic Beast
Cultivation: 1st Tier of the Student Realm
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System Points: 5
Shop: unlocked
Affinities
Darkness
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Skills
Cultivation Technique: Abyssal Darkness (Basic Understanding)
Notable changes. His species had evolved from 'Animal' to 'Magic Beast.' All his combat skills had leveled up significantly from the intense fight. And most importantly…
He focused on the skill description.
[The black hole can now also be cast outside of the host's mouth and be attached to the tail. The suction force and the radius have been increased. Radius is now 50 cm.]
Excellent. Far more versatile. I'm not just a mouth with a vacuum anymore.
With only 5 points left, browsing the shop for attack techniques was pointless. Instead, he let himself dream. He browsed the higher tiers, setting goals.
His breath caught.
[Small Inner World (Upgradeable) - 45,000 Points]
[Description: A blank and completely empty small inner world (basically a void) that will fuse into your body and allows you to enter and leave freely.]
A personal dimension. An unassailable sanctuary. An ultimate escape hatch. The applications were endless. It wasn't just a goal; it was a necessity for any being planning to defy heavens and traverse worlds.
45,000 points. A staggering number. But he'd earned 75 in a day as a Novice. As a Student hunting stronger prey… it was achievable. A clear, shining objective on his horizon.
He spent another hour browsing, marveling at the sheer scope of the shop—computers, vehicles, things utterly out of place in this primal world. All for points. The system was his connection to everything.
He closed the shop and began to cultivate, running the Abyssal Darkness manual. Mana swirled into the familiar vortex above him.
Two hours later, he stopped, restless. Gods, this is boring. How do those old monsters sit in caves for centuries? He was profoundly grateful for his cheat. Hunting, absorbing, evolving—that was a thrilling, active path to power. Meditation was a supplement, not the cornerstone.
As full darkness enveloped the forest outside, the Black Tiger named Thiago slept. In his dreams, he didn't see the McRonalds uniform or the city lights. He saw endless forests, soaring peaks, arrogant cultivators toppling before him, and a gateway of shadows leading back to a promise. The hunt for power, for points, for a way home, had truly begun.