Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 556: The Hunter’s Son, Sick and Injured on Bed_1

On the bed, a pale-faced young man suddenly opened his eyes, his expression serious.

This is the last simulation. With the previous preparations, this time I must raise the first Heroic Spirit to Unparalleled Quality.

With a Heroic Spirit of Unparalleled Quality, I can secure admission to Yan University and also access better Heroic Spirit mediums for simulation!

The young man he was currently simulating was Zhang Dao, the son of a hunter. His parents had died, and he had inherited some hunting skills. Of course, in previous simulations, he had already mastered these skills.

"They should be here soon," Zhang Dao muttered quietly.

Sure enough, the sound of violent kicking came from the door, bringing a murderous glint to Zhang Dao's eyes.

The hunter's son whose body he currently occupied had accidentally injured his internal organs while hunting not long ago. The injury wasn't severe, but during his recovery, he had caught a cold, leading to his current weakened state.

These afflictions weren't lethal. Apart from the cold making him feel somewhat weak, he appeared to be on death's door.

Consequently, Zhang Dao's cousin had set his sights on his property. In Zhang Dao's eyes, it was as if his cousin was waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce on his vulnerability and seize everything.

Indeed, that had been the case. In several early simulations, he had been killed by this very cousin. After seeing that Zhang Dao was apparently recovering, the cousin had then suffocated him in the night while he was weakened by illness and pain. That way, everything in the house had fallen into his cousin's hands.

However, for Zhang Dao, who had already gone through nearly a hundred simulations, this was no challenge at all.

He remained silent and motionless, closing his eyes and pretending to have fallen into a coma.

The door was finally kicked open, and a burly man walked in. "Zhang Dao, what's wrong with you? I yelled from outside for ages! I thought you were dead... dead?"

Upon entering, the man started shouting. However, Zhang Dao, lying on the bed, showed no sign of movement, which gave the man a fright.

His intention had been to check on Zhang Dao's condition, hoping he was dead so he could take over the family property.

He quickly reached out to check Zhang Dao's breathing. It was still there, and he sighed in relief.

While he wanted Zhang Dao dead, he couldn't afford for it to happen right now. If it were investigated, he would be in trouble. Anyone with discerning eyes would know he coveted his cousin's property.

Even if he decided to kill him, he would have to secure an alibi first before striking; he couldn't implicate himself.

"Good, you're still alive. You scared me to death, you little pest," the man grumbled, then departed awkwardly.

Inside, he prayed that Zhang Dao wouldn't die today—better yet, the day after tomorrow. This was to avoid getting the stench of death on him, which the other villagers could use as an excuse to kick him out and deny him a share of Zhang Dao's property.

When leaving, he even took the trouble to close the door. It wasn't that he was being considerate; he was afraid Zhang Dao would catch a further chill from the draft, die during the night, and then he would be unable to clear his name.

As for killing him outright and seizing his assets? He didn't want to be branded a murderer. The world outside was chaotic, and the Court's situation was unclear, making the Clan their greatest authority. If he dared to kill a kinsman, would those from the same Clan forgive him? He might even have to pay with his own life.

Of course, killing him wasn't out of the question; he just couldn't let anyone find out he did it.

After the man left, Zhang Dao opened his eyes. He had experience in feigning injury or death. In his initial simulations, this skill had helped him avoid many dangers.

Cough... If it weren't for the lack of materials, with my current injuries, I'd only need five Disease Dispelling Charms and five Healing Charms to fully recover, he thought.

At first, he had indeed not regarded charms highly. They were troublesome in many ways, especially their high cost and low power, making them seem like utter trash. Besides, the inherited knowledge about them was incomplete.

However, he had quickly identified a key aspect: the efficacy of charms varied greatly. In their current state, they were inadequate. But once he became a Heroic Spirit and they received amplification, even originally weak charms would become incredibly potent. Furthermore, the charms currently in circulation were only low-grade. Lost middle and high-grade charms also existed. As a Heroic Spirit, he could use these more advanced charms, and their power would be even greater.

Conversely, if he were to choose firearms as his primary focus, it would reduce his Heroic Spirit's effectiveness. After all, the development of firearms in this era had only just begun. Naturally, their effects would be greatly inferior if used now.

However, that wasn't a major issue. After so many simulations, he had mastered the overall strategy for this stage.

He had gathered all the lore regarding charms, including intermediate and advanced ones, through numerous simulations, even though only basic charms could be used in the current era. He had found the complete charm legacy in the royal palace and also acquired parts of it from a traveling Temple Master.

The crucial point in breaking the current deadlock lay with this traveling Temple Master.

Once I'm healed, I just have to obtain the Heavenly Talisman Body from him. The rest won't be a problem.

This traveling Temple Master would pass through his small village tomorrow morning. All Zhang Dao needed to do was attach himself to the Temple Master and leave with him. Then, the accumulation phase could begin.

With his proficiency in charms, he could live comfortably under the Temple Master's wing and acquire the Heavenly Talisman Body, a potent acquired bloodline constitution.

The effect of the Heavenly Talisman Body was quite simple: it eliminated the need for complicated rituals when creating charms. Once the Heavenly Talisman Body reached Great Success, one could even perform Soaring Drawing Symbol, drawing charms in the air without any materials, needing only to borrow the power of heaven and earth.

In this way, even low-level charms, weak as they were, could exert formidable power, even against firearms.

There was a drawback: this ability was controlled by the traveling Temple Master. Despite Zhang Dao's repeated requests, the Temple Master was willing to teach him everything *except* the technique to create the Heavenly Talisman Body, claiming it was his livelihood. The Temple Master was only willing to help Zhang Dao *acquire* a Heavenly Talisman Body himself.

Ultimately, he hadn't forced the issue. It wasn't that he hadn't considered force; he had simply been unable to defeat the Temple Master in his early simulations. During the mid-stages, he had focused on improving his Heroic Spirit's quality. By the time he had grown stronger, the traveling Temple Master had vanished without a trace. Whether by force or by gentler means, he had been unable to obtain the technique.

So, eventually, he had given up on obtaining the *technique* for creating the Heavenly Talisman Body from the Temple Master. As long as Zhang Dao himself possessed the Heavenly Talisman Body, whether he knew how to bestow it upon others was irrelevant.

Wang Linyuan... an unremarkable person. However, according to the information I've gathered, he seems to be related to Wang Xueshu, the founding master of charm techniques—either as an offspring or from a line of successors.

He had researched history and interviewed several Heroic Spirits from the early Xuan Dynasty, learning quite a bit about the origin of charms. All clues pointed to this Wang Xueshu.

This traveling Temple Master claimed to be a monk practicing at Dai Temple. This puzzled Zhang Dao, making him hesitant to investigate further for now, but he kept it in mind.

If an opportunity arises, I might investigate. If not, improving my Heroic Spirit's quality remains the top priority.

And then there's my cousin... Zhang Dao's eyes narrowed. He knew that if he left with the traveling Temple Master, he likely wouldn't return for a very long time.

Therefore, the best course of action was to make his cousin pay the price before he left.

A price in blood. His cousin had seemed to back down today, but if Zhang Dao didn't die naturally within three days, the man would surely come at night to "help him along." He had experienced this kind of thing many times.

Therefore, tonight, he had to kill his cousin, repaying blood with blood to vent the fury in his heart.

He already had a solution, of course. Even though he was currently injured and ill, it didn't mean he lacked countermeasures. Having simulated this scenario so many times, he was thoroughly familiar with it.

In fact, if he wished, he could even make his cousin die in a genuine accident, not a fabricated one.

He had figured this out from experience: at the beginning of a simulation, the plotline wouldn't change much. Significant, uncontrollable changes only occurred with the passage of time. He had experienced such deviations before, but because they had occurred numerous times, he could somewhat predict what might happen next.

Otherwise, how could he be so confident in raising his first Heroic Spirit to Unparalleled Quality this time?

It's a pity that the Summoning Medium cannot be used as a simulation medium indefinitely, Zhang Dao sighed. If there were no limits on the number of simulations, I wouldn't have to make the final Heroic Spirit determination now. I would have confirmed all plot routes before taking action.