Translator: CinderTL
[Detected: Advanced Class - Berserker
[Requirements: Strength 25, Constitution 22, Spirit 4, Lv. 3 Blood Qi Surge, 3/3 max-level Heavy Weapon skills, 1/1 max-level Unarmed Combat skill, 2/2 max-level Thrown Weapon skills, 3/3 max-level Tempering Technique/Body Tempering Technique. 100/100 enemy targets killed while under the "Blood Qi Surge" state.]
[Would you like to proceed?]
"I will."
In an instant, brilliant golden text materialized before his eyes.
[Job change successful. Current Class: Berserker]
[Attribute Bonuses Gained: Strength +10, Agility +10]
A scorching, ferocious power erupted from the depths of his being like a awakened torrent, surging through every muscle and bone.
He could clearly feel his strength spiraling upward, while his body's agility and explosive power underwent a qualitative leap.
Yet, before Roland could fully savor the satisfying fullness of this basic attribute surge...
A more primal, more violent force, like an ancient beast slumbering in the depths of his bloodline, was completely awakened by the opportunity to take on a class. It erupted from his body with explosive force.
In an instant, Roland felt stripped of all external perception.
Sight, hearing, smell—
Everything in the surrounding cabin vanished. He was plunged into absolute void and silence.
In this dead stillness, only one sound grew increasingly clear, dominating his entire consciousness.
Thump—thump—thump—
It was the sound of his heart beating.
But this sound was no longer gentle. Instead, it resembled the heavy beat of war drums struck by invisible hammers.
Each beat was deafening, carrying a wild, savage rhythm that seemed to strain against the confines of his chest.
Driven by this war drum-like heartbeat, a ferocious force, so scorching it threatened to set him ablaze, was forced through every vein and artery with each contraction and expansion of his ventricles, surging into every limb and organ.
Like surging lava, the savage force surged and permeated every inch of his skin, every bone, and even—
completely merged with the blood coursing through his veins.
Just as his consciousness was about to be overwhelmed by this pure torrent of power, golden characters, as if written in burning blood and exuding boundless wildness, materialized before his eyes.
[Obtained Trait: Berserk Soul]
[Berserk Soul: You command blood with your will, and blood carries your fury.]
[When activated, your life essence blood becomes the fuel for your soul. In the forge of blood and soul, you can extract your mental attribute value and temporarily infuse it into your strength or agility through the boiling blood, or allow it to flow evenly throughout your body.]
[When the sea of consciousness is consumed by the boiling blood, the barriers of reason will completely collapse. Your life form will undergo a metamorphosis at that moment, gradually descending into the Triple Blood-Burning Realm.]
[Primary Combustion: Your blood boils like lava, granting you resilience beyond mortal limits. You become completely impervious to pain and physical injury, transforming into an tireless iron construct.]
[Deep Combustion: Your blood begins to evaporate, the rising blood mist forging your combat skills and muscle memory into a single entity. Every strike will be guided by instinct, unleashing a Fatal Flourish that transcends the limits of thought.]
[Total Frenzy: This will ignite all your blood and the very meaning of your existence. You will cease to be human, transforming into a surging calamity star, dominating the battlefield with absolute power.]
Yet when the flames of blood-burning die, the price you pay will be near-death depletion and utter stillness.
Roland carefully pondered the power contained within Berserk Soul, his heart churning with immense turmoil.
"This—this is a destruction engine born for war!"
It was utterly different from Battle Frenzy, which acted as a relatively mild and stable 'stimulant'.
Berserk Soul was more like a "key of destruction" that could autonomously control its explosive yield, fueled by one's own life and soul.
Its core terror lay in two points:
First, the attribute conversion and control.
It could actually temporarily convert his mental attribute by burning his blood.
It was important to remember that his mental attribute was currently at a staggering seventy points. Even a partial conversion, without severely compromising his sanity, would be enough to push one of his attributes past the hundred mark, reaching a level ordinary people could never attain. This was a fundamental application of power that defied common sense and shattered class barriers.
The second aspect was its progressive, cost-defying transformation. The Triple blood-burning Realm...
From the "iron construct" state, which granted immunity to pain and fatigue, to the "Fatal Flourish," where combat instinct and skill merged perfectly, and finally to the "calamity star"—
Each breakthrough came at the cost of burning his life force more intensely, in exchange for a temporary period of near-invincible battlefield dominance. This was the ultimate method of seizing power in dire circumstances, sacrificing one's very existence for strength.
In comparison, Battle Frenzy was more like an excellent sustained combat state, offering stable enhancements with manageable costs.
Berserk Soul, on the other hand, was a trump card that could only be used at the most critical moments, staking everything on a single gamble. Its instantaneous burst potential and ability to completely overturn the course of a battle far surpassed Battle Frenzy by several orders of magnitude.
"However..."
As his gaze swept over the final paragraph of the description, Roland's expression grew increasingly solemn.
Behind this ultimate strength lay a equally clear and terrifying price.
The fuel was life itself.
Its power source was directly linked to "blood"—the life essence.
Frequent use or prolonged maintenance was tantamount to slow suicide.
As the blood-burning Realm deepened, the barrier of rationality would collapse.
In states of "deep combustion" and "Total Frenzy," he would likely become a terrifying weapon, driven only by destruction and self-preservation, incapable of distinguishing friend from foe, and even capable of harming his allies.
Especially the final "Total Frenzy."
The description—"despair of near-death depletion and utter stillness"—was no mere exaggeration.
Once activated, it would almost certainly lead to a mutual destruction, a true last resort.
"A double-edged sword—no, this is more like a demon blade that wounds its wielder before it's even sharpened."
Roland slowly clenched his fist, feeling the dormant, savage power within him, ready to erupt at any moment.
"This trait must be used with extreme caution."
"Swapping attribute points is secondary; the blood-burning Realm... one should never enter it lightly, unless absolutely necessary, especially—the Total Frenzy that follows the burning of one's very existence."
As Roland pondered deeply, a familiar golden radiance once again lit up his vision.
Detecting class advancement, integrating related skills—
Acquired skill: Unarmed Combat Mastery
Detecting hidden trait in host: A Knight Does Not Die Unarmed
Conditions met, triggering trait fusion...
A Knight Does Not Die Unarmed and Unarmed Combat Mastery are fusing—
Fusion complete
Acquired hidden trait: Body as Weapon
Body as Weapon: When the capacity to wield all things merges with the war soul that burns through the eight directions, the mundane path of martial arts is utterly transcended, evolving into an eternal authority etched into your bloodline.
From this day forth, all you grasp becomes a divine weapon. Every punch and kick you throw becomes a blade's edge.
Not only do you retain the ability to instantly comprehend the "weapon skill" of any object you touch, but you also master the "unarmed" state.
Your very body now serves as a legendary armament, eternally roaring and never shedding its armor.
When your fists swing, they become the judgment of heavy hammers. When your fingertips glide, they gleam like short swords. Every thrown fragment of stone carries the might of a ballista, and your swirling cloak can unleash a deathly storm like a flail.
All things in the world—gold, stone, earth, and wood—are imbued with the destiny and soul of weaponry the moment you touch them, submitting to your divine combat prowess.
You need not seek weapons, for where you stand is the armory. You need not choose tactics, for every movement you make is the embodiment of war itself.
Before Roland could recover from the lengthy text, an unprecedented, innate "understanding" and "instinct" surged through his body like a warm tide.
He looked down at his hands. In his eyes, they were no longer mere flesh and blood, but—
* Embryos of weapons forged through a thousand hammer blows and a hundred chains, the starting point of blades carrying infinite potential.
With a mere thought, he didn't need to assume any stance.
Simply by slightly clenching his fingers and sensing the subtle tension in his muscle fibers and the support structure of his bones, the clear imagery of "fists like heavy hammers, fingertips like short swords" naturally arose.
As if he could unleash a terrifying force like a battering ram with a mere swing of his fist, if he so willed.
A gentle flick of his fingertips could create a razor-sharp edge that tore through the air.
Is this the state of "Unarmed"? The body itself is the weapon...
Driven by intense shock and curiosity, he immediately sought to test this.
Roland swiftly left the shell ship's relatively fragile cabin and emerged onto a relatively open, rubble-strewn space outside the Granary Hall.
His gaze swept across the ground, and he casually selected an ordinary, fist-sized rock with sharp edges.
Previously, he would have had to pick it up and use A Knight Does Not Die Unarmed to understand its properties before effectively using it as a throwing weapon.
But now...
He didn't even bend down.
With a seemingly casual scrape and flick of his right foot, the rock was lifted into the air by an invisible force, hovering just inches above his instep.
Then, his lower leg sprang forward like the arm of a fully drawn crossbow, his instep striking the bottom of the rock with pinpoint accuracy!
Whoosh!
A sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the air.
The stone transformed into a blurred gray shadow, streaking across the distance with a speed and force far exceeding what a bare hand could achieve. It struck a crumbling wall in the distance like a bolt from a heavy crossbow, instantly crossing dozens of meters to slam into the already half-ruined structure.
Boom!
The impact sent a deafening explosion through the air.
The section of the rammed-earth and rubble wall that was hit burst open, creating a crater the size of a washbasin, from which dust and debris billowed.
The destructive power was already comparable to some potent low-circle spells.
Roland slowly raised his hand, not drawing on any Battle Qi. He simply used his palm as a blade and slashed downward through the air.
There was no light, no whistling sound.
Yet in his perception, the trajectory of his palm-strike was even purer and more lethal than when he wielded the Radiant Moon Longsword in swift, agile strikes. The "edge" of his palm felt razor-sharp, and the intent to "cut" was absolute.
He could even "sense" that if a solid log were placed before him, this single palm-strike would cleave it cleanly in two.
He surveyed his surroundings, taking in everything within his field of vision:
The gravel underfoot, the shattered stone pillars, even the air currents flowing around him...
In his current perception, everything seemed to have shed its original concept of "object" and been imbued with a new "soul"—the potential to become a "weapon" or "armament."
He felt as if he were standing within an invisible, colossal armory that he alone commanded.
"No need to seek weapons, for where I stand, there the armory resides—"
Roland softly repeated the phrase from the maxim, an irrepressible smile curving his lips, a blend of awe and absolute confidence.
This Body as Weapon was not merely a physical enhancement; it was a complete sublimation of his combat prowess. It perfectly forged together the skills of a weapon master, the authority to wield all things, and his own physical potential, transforming them into an instinctual, almost Dao-like, understanding.
From this day forth, Roland himself would be a walking fortress of war, a living, legendary armament.
Every environment would become his domain, every object his blade.
Just as Roland's spirit soared, golden subtitles reappeared.
[Detected Apprentice Knight class. Job resonance can be triggered.]
[Job Resonance]
[Berserker + Apprentice Knight]
[Obtained additional buff: Glorious Execution]
(End of the Chapter)
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