Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Name: Lugh
Age: 17
Level: 1-Star Rune-Master (Proficiency: 1%)
Life: Beginner
Just as Lugh walked out of the prison, his information panel changed. With a strong body rune and an invisibility rune, he had become a 1-star rune-master.
This surprised Lugh.
Progressing to become a rune-master in this world was usually a long process. Anyone who meditated on runes would first become a 1-star rune apprentice. Even before they could have a chance of being a 1-star rune-master, they needed to master many runes through continuous meditation.
But Lugh had been a 1-star rune-master from the very beginning, surpassing many people.
In the Simon Empire, even 1-star rune-masters held a very high social status and were respected by commoners.
“Right. What does proficiency mean?” Lugh asked the system, curious about the 1% proficiency indicated in his level.
“Proficiency refers to the skill and experience you have in using runes. As long as you keep using runes, you will be able to increase your proficiency. When your proficiency reaches 100%, you will be able to increase your level and become a stronger rune-master!”
Lugh understood. The system had explained it very clearly.
He was different from the others. He did not need to train hard in meditation. He only needed to keep using runes to become a more powerful rune-master.
Lugh clenched his fists in excitement, seeing how he could use this for vengeance.
“Just you wait, Berg. I’ll kill you sooner or later.”
…
Simon Empire was similar to the European empire in the Middle Ages. The architectural style was similar too. Pedestrians came and went. From time to time, a few carriages would pass through the streets. In the carriages sat nobles dressed in fabulous clothes. Seeing these galloping carriages, civilians dressed in ragged clothes would move aside, with nothing to do but look at these nobles with envy.
“F*ck!”
“Damn it!”
The coachman driving one of these carriages suddenly saw a burly man jump out onto the middle of the road. However, instead of slowing down, the coachman planned to speed up and rush towards this man.
The speeding carriage would definitely smash this man into a pile of meat.
“Lowly commoner, how dare you block a noble’s carriage!” the coachman said as his eyes flickered with contempt. He waved the horsewhip in his hand, as if crazed.
The commoner nearest to the man crouched down on the ground, not daring to remind the man to move away from the path of the carriage. He did not want to be in trouble with the nobles.
Some of the passersby even covered their eyes. They could not bear to see this man being smashed by the carriage.
Unknown to anyone, this man was really Lugh, who had just escaped from prison. He had deactivated his invisibility and had returned to his original state.
Lugh felt that he was walking in medieval Europe. He looked at the structures and the crowd around him with interest. For a moment, he actually did not notice the carriage that was speeding towards him.
Suddenly, Lugh sensed something and turned around abruptly. A carriage was speeding towards him; he was directly in its path.
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