There was a long silence in the rental apartment.
Fang Ran looked to the left then to the right. In the end, he still did not dare to speak first. Looking at the system interface, he was also secretly baffled. 'At that time, didn't the system notification mention something like Z something A something Night Raven?'
'How did it suddenly become some Night Pilgrimage of Huginn and Muninn, what about Night Raven?'
However, deeply aware that right now he was just a brat who had caused trouble, he swallowed his saliva and obediently waited for the 'parent' to speak first.
At this moment, Ling looked at Fang Ran who was coming up with small crafty ideas and pretending to be a 'good boy'. Then, she looked at what was written on the system interface floating in front of her, Night Equipment ZXC9-A: Night Pilgrimage of Huginn and Muninn'.
Ling felt that either the world was going crazy or she was having hallucinations.
'Dear God, what exactly did this bastard do to be able to get his hands on a piece of Night Equipment at E-grade?!'
This was like a primary school student buying a pistol! How did he manage to do that?
In the data space, Ling was no longer floating. She stood on a flat surface and looked at the interface that displayed what was going on outside, her large eyes twinkling with disbelief!
'ZXC9-A'
'An A-grade Night Equipment?!'
'This is not even a question of a pistol anymore!'
Ling thought it was ridiculous, and wanted to laugh out loud. 'She, a veteran century-long Night Battle participant, only had one Night Equipment. He, who had only been a Night Battle participant for just three days, got his hands on an A-grade Night Equipment?!'
Ling feels that the world was no longer real!
"What exactly did you do in the scenario just now?!"
Ling snapped out of it and asked this question again, but this time, there was no anger to it. Instead, it was replaced with shock.
"Uh…"
Fang Ran's expression became stiff and he pressed his lips tightly together, as if he was saying, "I won't talk even if you beat me to death".
Ling watched him for a while, before she let out a 'hmph' and let the matter go. The fury she felt previously when she learned that Fang Ran had caused trouble, was also diminished by the shock at the news of this Night Equipment.
The 'brat' instinctively glanced at the 'parent'. After feeling that he was safe, he immediately smiled and asked Ling like a curious child,
"Um, is this equipment of mine not too bad?"
'Not too bad? If an A-grade Night Equipment is not too bad, then what is considered good?'
However, Ling did not want to say this to Fang Ran right now. She scoffed in her heart, before saying lightly, "Not bad."
Hearing this answer, Fang Ran rubbed his hands together and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he had not fought so hard in vain. He then quickly asked questions about the things that he was not sure about,
"Oh, by the way, previously, the system notified me that this piece of equipment is called 'Night Raven', why did its name change? Did you exchange it for another equipment for me?"
[Ding, the choice of Night Equipment is based on the system's observation of the participant's modus operandi in the scenario. No exchanges are allowed.]
[Ding, the English standard of the participant was detected in the scenario, hence, detailed Chinese translation was employed]
Fang Ran was speechless.
'F*ck! Sooner or later, I will pass my CET4 and prove it to you!'
"Did you hear that?" Ling glanced at Fang Ran and added, "Huginn and Muninn originate from Norse mythology. They are the two ravens on the shoulders of the main God, Odin. When you have nothing to do, read up on foreign cultures, also please don't behave like an illiterate dimwit!"
Seeing Fang Ran turning his head away and pretending not to hear it, Ling's heart turned cold. Night Equipment were commonly derived from things that were familiar to the people, both modern and mythical.
Fang Ran's [Night Pilgrimage of Huginn and Muninn] clearly belonged to myths. Furthermore, nowadays, when no one knows which Night Equipment of equal grades was stronger or weaker, it would definitely not be too bad since it was associated with a main God in myths.
The origin of the prototype were the two ravens perched on Odin's shoulders, namely Huginn which represented 'Thought', and Muninn which represented 'Memory'. They were Odin's informers, flying around the world at night, reporting what they had seen and heard to their master every morning.
"Uh… by the way, is there only one line of introduction?"
Fang Ran pointed at the interface with only the name of the Night Equipment on it. Ling glanced at it briefly and casually explained, "The descriptions of Night Equipment are all like that. The system will only provide you with this bit of information. The concrete powers of the Night Equipment are still dependent on the user to develop."
'If this guy were to develop its powers, he can consider using it according to their roles in the myth,' Ling thought.
"Oh…" Fang Ran nodded. Glancing at him, Ling saw that he did not seem to have understood and let out a sigh,
"What else don't you understand?"
"Uh… it's nothing much actually. I just want to know, what's up with the stats of the Silver Split Dragontooth and the specific stats for my own powers?" Fang Ran scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.
Ling glanced at him in surprise and thought, 'What on earth happened in that scenario? This guy who doesn't seek to improve himself, is actually making progress?'
"What are you referring to specifically?"
After thinking about it, Fang Ran asked the question that bewildered him the most, "For example, the magic stats. The magic stat of the Silver Split Dragontooth is 19, so what about mine?"
In the previous scenario, the changes that the stats made to him were significantly great. Yet, some areas remained unchanged, which made Fang Ran very confused.
In the scenario, he relied on [The Shadow] card to hold down the shadows of those C-grade powerhouses, rendering them immobilized. However, Fang Ran did not think that his magic stats were higher than his opponents.
'Could it be that… I am exceptionally gifted and my personal magic powers are extraordinarily high?!'
When he thought about this possibility, his heart was instantly set on fire.
Seeing Fang Ran salivating with a delusional expression, Ling poured cold water on his thoughts and said, "Heh, although I don't know what you are fantasizing about, it's most probably not what you're thinking."
"The magic stat only determines the mana value. The strength of the power entirely depends on the mana value invested in the attack. The same goes for the physical stat as well."
"Uh… Which means, it's not the action points that determine the damage inflicted, but the mana?"
"Do you only know to use such nonsensical wording…"
Ling severely despised this silver-rank noob. She then sneered and dealt him a blow, "As for your own attributes? Hmph, that's a tragic sight, so I didn't even bother to display it on the interface that I simplified for you."
"Oh God, it's like that?"
Burying his face in his hands, Fang Ran knelt down on the bed. Before this, he had thought that he was exceptionally gifted with a special physique that allowed him to eliminate those big shots. Turned out that the reason was because those people had run out of mana and physical stat values!
"And so!"
Ling controlled the power bank to float high above Fang Ran's head.
"Starting from tomorrow, you better work hard to hone your abilities every night."
"I won't ask what happened in the scenario this time, nor will I ask how you got your hands on another card."
"But!"
Ling's voice became extremely serious,
"You better do your utmost!"
When Fang Ran heard this, a chill ran down his spin. Trembling, he asked, "Do my utmost to what extent?"
Ling's voice was cold and firm. Now, she was just one inch away from Fang Ran's face.
"You already have a top-grade Night Equipment."
"Hence, in three scenarios, within one year, I want you to…"
"Reach D-grade."