As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

The night is dark.

Moen lay on the soft, large bed, the moonlight streaming through the window onto the exquisitely crafted wool carpet in the bedroom.

Compared to the creaky hard bed in the previous hotel, this place is simply paradise.

Now in such a comfortable environment, Moen began to think about some things he had overlooked before.

"First, there's the assassin. I'm certain it was an operation by the Anmi Society, but why did he attack me?"

Moen rested his head on his arm and stared at the ceiling.

Now that I've killed him, this matter certainly can't be left unresolved.

Moen plans to visit the Black Rat Tavern, Ansec's underground intelligence outpost in Nohanville, to investigate and see if he can get any information.

Then there was the issue of killing the Void Hermit Crab in the afternoon but not unlocking the statue.

Moen arrived at the skill gallery, thinking about the [Void Hermit Crab], and then he came to a statue that was still shrouded in mist, but the mist on this statue was much thinner than that on the other statues.

Moen reached out and touched it, receiving a prompt:

[Unlock Condition: Defeat 0/1 Void Hermit Crab solo]

After reading the unlock conditions, Moen suddenly realized that the unlock conditions for this rare monster were quite demanding.

He turned around and touched the statue next to him, but there was no reaction.

It seems that the unlocking condition also requires killing monsters, which is like a nested doll.

Then, Moen opened his personal panel and his gaze fell on the blank career field.

Generally, players can choose to join a church in the early stages, and can change their profession at the church when they reach level 10.

Although Moen is currently level 13, he does not have a class displayed because he has not joined any church.

I recalled the prompts the system had given me earlier.

"Semantic resonance, rekindling, and a swan song?" Moen pondered.

At first, he also discovered that the fusion skill would have a new entry that wasn't there before, but no matter how he tried, there was no information prompt. Unexpectedly, it has now solved his confusion.

The attributes of these two skills should be generated based on the effects of the skills. If I can collect a set of skills with attributes such as Unyielding, Elegy, or Facing Death, I might be able to unlock the Martyr class mentioned on the panel.

However, we still need to ensure that the five fused mortal skills are related in terms of their affixes, so let's put that aside for now.

After considering all this, Moen checked his skill bar: [Mortal Skill Bar: 5/5 (Full)] [Holy Ritual Skill Bar: 0/3]

Because of the limited skill slots, Moen had specifically replaced [Desperate Burst] with [Crystal Web] in order to kill [Void Hermit Crab].

In this world, players can unlock slots through the church's ceremonies of divine grace.

Before reaching level 30, players only have 5 Mortal skill slots and 3 Holy skill slots by default.

Because each time you change a skill, you will be affected by a negative status called "Soul Lock," and you can only change skills again after the negative status disappears.

The cooldown for a single Mortal slot is 12 hours, while that for a Ritual slot is 24 hours. Furthermore, the skill effect is only 50% during the first hour after switching skills.

Therefore, expanding the skill slots is very necessary. If you want more, you need to wait until level 30 to do the skill slot unlocking quest, similar to the second job advancement in other games.

After completion, the number of Mortal skill slots will be expanded to 8, the number of Ritual skill slots will be expanded to 5, and you will also gain 1 general skill slot, which can be used to place Mortal or Ritual skills.

However, Moen can't join the church at all. Does that mean he can only use 5 skills for the rest of his life?

Moen tentatively clicked on the locked sixth mortal skill slot.

[Unlock the 6th Mortal Skill Slot?]

[Unlock Requirements: 5000 Mortal Shards + 1 Pale Life Stone]

"5000 fragments plus a Pale Life Stone?" Moen raised an eyebrow.

It's a bit pricey, but still within an acceptable range.

He then impulsively clicked on the fourth Holy Ritual skill bar.

[Unlock Requirements: 50 Sacred Ritual Fragments + 5 Pale Life Stones]

"..." Moen silently closed the window.

excuse me.

Putting aside the issue of Fate Stones, just the fact that a single Boss drops three or four fragments means it would take forever to collect 50 Sacred Ritual Fragments.

However, the Holy Ritual skill is still quite far from being available to me, so there's no need to worry for now.

"As for the Life Stone..." Moen sighed.

He also took action to punish some notorious local bullies or cult organizations.

Because he operated in secrecy, his alias earned him the nickname "Winter Night Knight," which brought him some empty fame, but he didn't receive any of the life stones he most desired.

Clearly, he doesn't fully understand the drop mechanism of Fate Stones yet; it could be due to probability or other reasons.

Just as Moen was about to shut down the system and go to sleep, a red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of his retina.

[System Announcement: Closed Beta Countdown: 06 days, 11 hours, and 59 minutes]

[Version Number: Ver0.1 The Eve of Divine Grace]

Moen sat up abruptly, all sleepiness gone.

"Closed beta test?! Only six days left?"

He remembered clearly that the public beta of "Blood, Fire and Wine" in his previous life was in the year 958 of the Holy Calendar, and now it was the year 956 of the Holy Calendar.

He thought the arrival of players was still a long way off, but he didn't expect to receive a notification for the closed beta test now.

Then another prompt popped up.

The official game forum is now open.

"I can actually connect to the forum?" Moen clicked on it with trembling hands.

The familiar blue interface, the familiar chat section.

Although there weren't many posts, the long-lost vibe of silly netizens was palpable.

Subject: "Holy crap! Is this promotional video real? It claims to simulate 100% pain?" — Posted by: Crazy Slasher Street

Subject: "Any experts out there who can analyze the class system? I want to play a necromancer, is it possible to romance the skeleton girl?" — Posted by: Night Dance

Subject: Urgent! How to snag a beta test qualification? — Posted by: Unlucky One

Looking at these familiar IDs, Moen couldn't help but smile.

"This guy who hacked through the whole street is actually a beta tester? That bastard always says 'I'm a newbie' to everyone he meets."

"Isn't Night Dance the legendary player from the Quiet Hall? She's been playing since the closed beta."

Moen was engrossed in browsing the posts. Time passed by, and before he knew it, it was late at night, but posts were still popping up on the forum.

According to official information, the time flow ratio between the game world and the real world is 3:1, meaning one day in reality equals three days in the game.

Moen felt he couldn't keep up with these night owls any longer, so he reluctantly shut down the forum and went to sleep.

The next morning, Moen got up with dark circles under his eyes and browsed the forum again while washing up.

A new post was pushed to the top:

Subject: This game is so hardcore! The ads say there's no auto-pathfinding, and you even have to buy your own potion bottles?

"Potion..." Moen looked at himself in the mirror and revealed a shrewd businessman's smile.

When players arrive, what do they lack most? It's not equipment, it's not skills, it's consumables! Especially recovery potions.

The mortality rate was extremely high during the initial clearing period, so medicine was like a second life.

"These adorable little leeks, their pockets are beckoning me with their coins."

But Moen faces a problem.

Although he knows the recipe, he hasn't yet switched to a side job.

Without acquiring the Alchemist class trait, even if he knows all the steps, it is impossible for him to successfully make the potion.

To mass-produce the potion, he needs to find someone with the Alchemist profession to collaborate with.

A figure instantly flashed into Moen's mind.

Green Wilder.

"The guest rooms on the first floor are still empty, and there's also a large area in the basement laboratory that can be converted into a medicine-making area." Moen spat out the foam in his mouth, his eyes gleaming with the glint of a capitalist.

"Elwin is in charge of making magical devices, Grin is in charge of mass-producing potions, and all I have to do is lie down and count... cough cough."

Moen realized his statement wasn't quite right and quickly corrected himself: "I still need to communicate with the players, how can you say I'm just lying around counting money! We can't underestimate our contributions, Moen."

……

The slums of Nohanville are located in the northeast corner of Nohanville, where the air is filled with the smell of rotting garbage and burning coal.

Moen obtained Green's address after spending a few copper coins in the slums.

It was a drafty shack, from which the faint coughs of a little girl and the gentle soothing voices of a man could be heard from time to time.

"Lily, be good. The pain will go away after you take your medicine. Daddy met a kind person a few days ago. We'll go and thank them together once you feel better."

"Perhaps that benefactor will take a liking to my father's alchemy skills and hire me. Then I can save up some money and buy a warmer house to live in."

Moen stood at the door, not going in immediately, but straightening his collar and knocking on the rickety wooden door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Who is it?" came Green's wary voice from inside.

He pushed open the door, clutching a wooden stick studded with rusty iron nails tightly in his hand.

When he realized that the person standing in the sewage-filled alley was Moen, the man who had helped him before, the wooden stick clattered to the ground at his feet. He frantically tried to cover himself, but then felt it was disrespectful, and stood frozen in place, completely at a loss.

"Hmm... my benefactor?!" Green was about to kneel down.

Moen grabbed his arm and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Green, the environment here is not very good, which is not conducive to the child's recovery."

"How about working somewhere else?"

"For example... my manor."