I can only take on the appearance of other creatures. I will always be precluded from obtaining their skills and racial traits. But my [Status] is also a part of my facade. It surely reflects the abilities that others believe I have.
"Lantai empat, lantai tiga....."
His gaze instantly transformed from an undecided one to a determined one and he... turned around and entered the tunnel "I've decided, I'll go to the colony. Humph it's because I'm sure my will is stronger than some stupid ant instincts, not because I fear that beast roar. Who knows, maybe with my superior intellect I will be able to submit all the colony and make them my slaves hehehehe".
I then woke up with the feeling like I had lost the tooth. I checked with my tongue and my tooth is still there.
Race: Human
Jackson terdiam ia tak dapat berkata apa apa sedikit pun.
It was not his first, his second, or even his third guess as to which was correct, however he did soon make a successful intercept, making sure of those others by slaughtering them all in turn.
Seira pun tidak banyak berkata lagi. Secepatnya ia mengeluarkan jurus bayangan ilusinya yaitu cahaya cermin.
I simply took a outward step back, the punch dying out as it started, instead a knee was driven into my diaphragm. I coughed and slouched forward from the impact, not much I could do their.
'This chapter is only two thousand words, I'll just skim it before bed.' I am lying to you. I am lying because I started reading Chapter 1 at what I told myself was a reasonable hour, and I am now reading the end of Chapter 2 with the blue light of my phone burning my retinas and zero regret. Let me decompose why this pacing works so well, because the author is doing something really clever here. Chapter 1 is structured like a slow unfurling. It starts with atmosphere—the snow, the stool, the quiet observation. Then it introduces the family dynamics through action (Huirou's playful aggression, Consort Miao's gentle protection). Then it drops the transmigration reveal like a bomb, but does it through internal monologue rather than exposition dump. We learn about the Rejection Reaction, the System, the two-year sealing period, all woven into Zhao Xin's thoughts as he watches his sister and mother interact. By the time we get to the third brother's death, we already understand the political stakes because the narrative has been building that understanding gradually. The pacing then accelerates sharply with the news of Zhao Xi's death. The information about his posthumous titles, the succession crisis, the ministers' expectations—it all comes in a rapid-fire sequence that mirrors Zhao Xin's own racing thoughts. And then the countdown. Oh, the countdown. The author keeps the System interface visible throughout, ticking down from 30 minutes to 6 minutes to... zero. Right as the political situation shifts from 'manageable' to 'I am now the heir to the Song dynasty.' The timing is surgical. Chapter 2 then does something even smarter: it slows back down. The Emperor's arrival is drawn out scene by scene—the procession, the crowded room, the ceremonial bow that gets waved away, the embrace. The pacing here is almost agonizing because we're waiting for Zhao Xin to speak, and the author knows we're waiting. Every paragraph builds toward that single line: 'Father, don't cry.' And when it comes, the chapter doesn't resolve—it pivots. Empress Cao's astonishment, the attendants weeping, Zhao Zhen's emotional whiplash. The chapter ends on a note of pure narrative tension. This is what good pacing looks like. Not fast for fast's sake, but rhythmically deliberate. The author knows when to breathe and when to suffocate the reader with information, and the result is that I cannot stop reading.
[Mission [First Blood] complete. Calculating grade...]
"I- I, don't know exactly what happened, I just wanted to punch him, and when I got up, I was suddenly in front of him and my fists were like glowing, white, yes- white, white for a moment before I punched him, and it was so powerful, and it didn't even hurt me, like when you punch someone hard, it hurts on your knuckles, but this time it didn't, that white glow was some kind of shield and a power booster... "