At noon, Long Zihua received a system notification the moment the bell rang for the fourth period.
Mission completed. Host, please check your reward.
Hearing the system prompt, Zi Hua opened the system in his heart.
[Host: Long Zihua]
Strength: 5 Constitution: 6 Spirit: 16 Intelligence: [15 Charm: 18-8 (Five points deducted if the hairstyle is not trimmed)(Average for ordinary adults: 10)]
[Popularity: 556,412]
[Shop: Open]
Number of Lottery Draw: 1
[Mission: Collect 10,000 true love fans. Reward: 1 special lottery chance]
The mission on the interface had been refreshed, and the mission reward had been issued.
System, let's draw the lottery!
The familiar wheel appeared and began to spin.
Thirty seconds later, the wheel stopped at 178.
Congratulations to the host for drawing the truth bloodline.
Bloodline of Truth? What is this, System?
The host can be understood as the entry-level bloodline of a mage. The fusion of bloodlines can allow the host to cultivate basic meditation techniques.
Hearing the system's words, Zi Hua's heart trembled. He had always thought that the system was joking when it said that it would help him become a god. Now it seemed that it was true?
Host, do you wish to fuse with the Bloodline of Truth? The system's dull voice continued to ask.
Fusion!
Without any hesitation, Zi Hua gave the order.
As a man, how could he not fantasize about being able to summon the wind and rain like the mages in novels? Zi Hua had also fantasized about it when he was in his middle school.
He imagined himself to be a mage who could fly into the sky and summon a big fireball. Now that he had the chance to realize his fantasy, even the usually calm Zi Hua was emotionally shaken.
Fusion begins
A familiar feeling appeared once again. An unfamiliar language appeared in Long Zihua's mind. The system named this language Tower Language.
The fusion lasted for about ten minutes.
In fact, nine out of ten minutes of the fusion was spent on adding a new language to Zi Hua. In the last minute, he integrated a set of techniques called the Truth Meditation Art.
To be honest, apart from the new language and Truth Meditation Technique, Zi Hua felt that his body didn't change at all after fusing with his bloodline.
"Zihua ~"
At this time, her sister came to the classroom door and asked Zihua to go home with her.
"Sis ~"
She replied and didn't think too much about it. She picked up her bag and walked out of the classroom.
"Zihua, what are you doing with your bag?"
Long Zijiao looked at her brother in confusion.
" Sis, I'm taking the afternoon off."
"What's wrong, brother? Are you feeling unwell?"
Long Zijiao's slightly chubby face revealed a worried expression.
"No ~ Sis, let's go home ~ We'll talk when we get home."
"Oh ~"
Zi Hua was very confident in his work. He believed that the Immortal Bird Press would call his house at noon today.
...
When he got home, his mother had already prepared the food and his father was smoking.
Father Hua's skin was dark and his face was clear. It wasn't hard to tell that Papa Hua was quite good-looking when he was young.
"I'm back ~"
"Yes, Mom ~"
Long Xiaojiao replied.
As soon as he walked into the rented apartment and placed his bag on the old sofa, the landline on the old coffee table in the living room rang.
"Xiao Jiao, answer the phone."
"I'll pick it up. It should be for me."
Zihua picked up the phone before her sister.
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