Setenda had a name before his soul transmigrated, but it was no longer important now. He was now called Setenda.
Ever since he had transmigrated, he had gone through the initial hazy period. After he began to understand, he knew that he lived in a country called Ulster. He was the son of the king's sister, Decktell, and his name was Kuchulin. After that, he understood which character he had transmigrated into.
Wasn't this the legendary ancestor of the lucky E-Spearmen, Kuchulin? It was just that he had yet to kill Blacksmith Kuran's fierce dog, so he had yet to call Kuchulin.
Setenda knew that he was destined to die miserably in the legends, but how could he accept it?
Fortunately, when he was five years old, a system was activated on him.
" Ding-dong. The Strongest Heroic Spirit System has been activated. Detected that the host is possessing Setenda. Activating bulldozer mode.”
"F * ck, there really is a system. Who made you? What the hell was the bulldozer model?”Setenda could not help but ask when he heard the cold voice of the system in his mind.
"Answer host, this system is a fragment of the Main God's Space. Due to the intense conflict between several existences with similar functions and the system, the space collapsed and had to degenerate into a system to ensure its operation. Most of its functions are now useless.”
" So it's a defective product. Forget it, I'll just make do with it. It's a cheat after all." Setenda immediately revealed a disdainful expression.
”...
The Strongest Heroic Spirit System fell silent. He did not know if it was because it had nothing to say.
And now, the strongest Heroic Spirit System displayed his interface like this:
[Name: Setenda]
[Genre: Male]
[Race: Demigod]
[Age: 5]
[Character: Chaos-Neutral]
Strength: D
[Endurance: D ]
Agility: C
[Magic Power: E]
Luck: E
Treasured Artifact:
[Skill: Divinity D]
[Items: None]
Well, he was a five-year-old child after all, so Setenda did not have high expectations for his own interface. With his demigod body, as long as he continued to grow normally, he would definitely become the strongest warrior in Ulster.
Back in the real world, after the hunting of the Magical Boars, King Concubine of Ulster planned to hold a big banquet for everyone.
Naturally, the main course of the banquet went without saying. The elephant-sized demon pig was slaughtered, cut into countless pieces, and stewed for the guests.
Setenda had lived in the 21st century's foodie empire, so he was not used to attending such a medieval feast. A large group of people had their beards tangled together. They were eating barbecued meat with their hands without much seasoning. There was no need to mention how barbaric it was.
The only thing worth praising was that the Demon Boar tasted great. Its meat was very chewy. As expected of a fantasy creature that could not exist in reality. Even if it was cooked normally, it still tasted good.
After eating it, Setenda could feel his blood boiling faintly, as if he had absorbed some of the ingredients in the demonic pig's body.
Hence, he did not care about how he ate. He copied the people around him and grabbed the Demon Pork with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Not only did his bold eating style not disgust people, but it also became a bonus for him.
"That Setenda is not only so fierce when hunting, but he also eats so boldly.”
"As expected of the son of the king's sister. He will definitely be a great warrior in the future.”
Setenda was a little embarrassed to be praised by a few female nobles. It was just eating some meat. Did they have to do that?
During the banquet, Concubine suddenly went up to Setenda and patted his shoulder.
"Setenda, you have brought honor to us this time. What kind of reward do you want?”
Concubine's mouth was filled with the stench of ale. In Setenda's opinion, this wine that the Celts liked was not even as good as the Erguotou sold at the school gate.
"Me? I want to arrange for someone to teach me some skills.”
"Hahahaha, no problem. In Irvine, there were many strong martial arts students training there every day. They will become the best warriors in the future. You can also learn from them.”
Concubine Joseph laughed when he heard Setenda's reply. He was really afraid that Setenda would make a request that he could not accept. It would be a small matter if he only arranged for Setenda's training. It just so happened that he also had the intention to polish this unpolished jade.
After the banquet ended, when Setenda told his mother about this, he heard her exclaim,""God, I will never allow you to go alone. You are too young, unless you are accompanied by the soldiers of Ulster.”
"Mom, I'm not young anymore. Didn't you see me kill that demonic pig alone during the day?”
"You don't understand. There are many children there who are several years older than you. They will bully an outsider like you.”
Setenda did not think much of it. He was just going to train with a group of children who were not much older than him. What danger could there be?
However, it was not that he could not understand his mother's worry for him. In his previous life, his mother liked to worry about him over trivial matters.
After much persuasion, he finally convinced his mother to allow him to go to Yiwu for training.
A few days later, Setenda left Ulster with his luggage and headed to Ivory Bay.
Legend had it that King Concubine would often go to Ivory Bay to play chess, drink, and observe the training of martial arts students.
When he arrived at Ivory Bay, he saw about a hundred strong children training on the open ground. They were the martial arts students that Concubine had mentioned.
The so-called training might be more appropriate to call it playing. They used sticks to play a game called Irishmen's Hockley, which was basically the prototype of the later version of the game.
One of the martial arts students saw a kid coming from afar, so he deliberately sent the ball flying towards Setenda.
Slap! The ball was steadily caught by Setenda and held in his hand.
"Hey, kid over there, quickly throw the ball back!”
Seeing that he failed to hit Setenda, the martial arts student couldn't help but get angry and arrogantly shouted at Setenda.
"I'll give it to you then."
Setenda was expressionless. The veins on his arm bulged as he threw the ball to the martial arts student.
The technology at this time could not make the light hollow ball of the later generation. The ball used in the Irish-style field lacrosse was carved from hard wood.
The player who could not see the trajectory of the ball that Setenda threw with all his strength was smashed in the face. The entire ball caved in his face, making a sound of bones breaking. He fell to the ground unconscious.
"Where did you come from?!" The martial arts students were instantly thrown into disarray and started to make a ruckus. One of them questioned Setenda loudly.
"I am Setenda from Ulster. I am here to train with you.”
"Ulster? I am Prince Frevan of Ulster, why aren't you paying your respects to me?”One of the martial arts students heard that he came from Ulster and stood out arrogantly.
However, when he heard that the other party was a prince, Setenda only gave a faint 'oh' and asked,""So you're Concubine's son?”
These words almost made him vomit blood. This person should be a commoner of Ulster, but he didn't expect to see him with no manners at all. Shouldn't he kneel down and pay his respects to him?
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