Chapter 480: Truth
In fact, the Deathmatch System doesn’t care whether it’s admitting defeat or throwing harsh words.
Lu Bai could understand either, but he really didn’t understand what the Deathmatch System meant by suddenly blurting out such a headless sentence.
He was silent for a while, sitting cross-legged in place: “Give an explanation?”
Before the words had even fallen, the text in front of Lu Bai’s retinas changed.
If this were online chatting, the Deathmatch System would be like instant reply, but unfortunately, there was no useful information in this content.
【According to the rules, I cannot reveal it to you.】
Facing the Deathmatch System, which was like a riddler, Lu Bai wasn’t annoyed.
After all, he had long known that the underlying logic of the Deathmatch System was extremely rigid.
Lu Bai snapped his fingers, and a cup of steaming green tea appeared in his hand.
He leisurely brought it to his lips and took a sip before saying unhurriedly: “Then say everything you can say.”
These two short sentences made the entire process feel like the Deathmatch System was reporting work to him.
But this wasn’t even him deliberately putting on airs; it was simply pure confidence.
【Please provide content keywords.】
The text in front of his retinas turned into cold, mechanical language again.
Lu Bai had many things he wanted to ask, but for a moment, he didn’t know where to start.
After thinking for a bit, he added: “First give a detailed explanation of system authority.”
【System authorities are respectively: copy, read, protocol, write, restore, manage, structure, algorithm, drive, mechanism, interconnection, update】
It was precisely these system authorities that made up the Deathmatch System.
Whether it was the Deathmatch Arena, Death Fighters, or all sorts of abilities…
All of them were formed by combinations of these system authorities.
Lu Bai’s heartbeat involuntarily skipped half a beat.
He hadn’t expected that a casual question from him would yield a result that left him so… surprised?
That’s right, among these system authorities, quite a few were very familiar, and a small portion were already his.
But he felt something was very off.
The quantity was wrong.
The number of system authorities he vaguely sensed should be eleven.
And the information listed by the Deathmatch System now clearly showed twelve system authorities.
Most importantly, the name of one of these system authorities made him vaguely form a certain guess.
That system authority’s name was—update.
Even without knowing its specific effect yet.
Just looking at this system authority’s name, update, in a certain sense, could simply and crudely be understood as upgrade.
“Update, huh?” Lu Bai murmured.
He hadn’t forgotten that his ability to stand out from countless Death Fighter reserves, and even grow to the point where he could converse with the Deathmatch System, the most crucial thing was what exactly.
It was that unknown power that could upgrade every round’s ability pool by one level in the Deathmatch Arena.
It wasn’t self-deprecation.
He knew that without this power one level higher than an expert’s ability pool, he might still become an elite-level Death Fighter, but he absolutely couldn’t have grown to this point.
Given his frequency of participating in Deathmatch Duels, he was more likely to die in some round of the Deathmatch Arena.
If he guessed correctly, he probably understood what the Deathmatch System meant by “you’re back.”
Lu Bai was silent for a long time this time, and only after a while did he speak again: “What specific effect does this update have?”
The Deathmatch System could provide system authorities to the Blood River Ancestor and give detailed usage explanations, so naturally it could also inform Lu Bai of the effect of this update system authority.
As the text in front of his retinas kept changing, Lu Bai’s expression gradually became complex.
From the effect and usage method of this system authority.
Clearly, he had guessed right.
He didn’t fly into a rage and berate the Deathmatch System for fooling him or say things like “I don’t believe it,” but instead asked flatly: “Did you do it?”
【I don’t understand what you mean.】
Lu Bai still controlled his tone: “Why is this update system authority on me?”
【It’s always been there.】
“Always?”
Lu Bai suddenly laughed meaninglessly.
He found this statement absurd, after all, he had only transmigrated to this world for a little over half a year.
However…
The Deathmatch System seemed to know exactly what Lu Bai was thinking at this moment.
【Still can’t remember? Only half a year? Are you sure?】
Unknowingly, the text from the Deathmatch System carried a bit more emotion.
Making Lu Bai momentarily feel like he was talking to a person, not a rigid system.
But Lu Bai had no extra energy to care about this now.
After seeing this text from the Deathmatch System, he was completely stunned.
Yeah,
Am I sure?
Did I really transmigrate here?
Lu Bai suddenly realized he couldn’t recall anything from his previous life.
No, not suddenly.
From the very beginning, he seemed unable to remember the specific experiences of his previous life.
Who was I in my previous life? A Daoist priest?
What about other things?
Family? Friends? Senior brothers?
No impression!
Lu Bai’s brows furrowed tightly.
He surprisingly hadn’t noticed this point at all before.
About his previous life, he couldn’t remember anything.
He didn’t remember how he died, or even whether he transmigrated because of death.
He only knew he was a Daoist priest from a rundown Taoist temple.
This…
This wasn’t memory.
This was clearly just a persona.
“Who… am I?”
Lu Bai looked down at his hands, feeling like he should perhaps ask, what thing am I?
Thinking carefully, it was indeed very strange.
Why, as a human, did he have no negative emotions.
Even if forcibly explained from a medical angle, it had to be admitted that his situation was a single case.
A unique case means it can’t be verified, and also means this clinical conclusion isn’t necessarily correct.
【You are Lu Bai.】
“What I’m asking is, what was I at the beginning?”
【According to the rules, I cannot reveal it to you.】
Lu Bai took a deep breath.
As if probing, or as if certain, he said: “In my name, I make an inquiry to you.”
Before the words had fallen, Lu Bai suddenly heard a helpless bitter laugh, which vanished in an instant, like an auditory hallucination.
【You are our creator, also the primary authority, central processor.】
This answer actually didn’t surprise Lu Bai.
He should have realized earlier that the Deathmatch System’s system authorities couldn’t be obtained casually, nor could any random Death Fighter just use them.
Having realized this.
Lu Bai raised his hand, and twelve black light spots representing system authorities lit up, surrounding and rotating around him.
Actually, from the beginning, he didn’t need to acquire system authorities; he had always possessed the usage rights to these system authorities.
“So I wasn’t human originally, huh.”
