Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo walked on the road to the village, his clothes still stained with the monster's blood.

Sunlight streamed down from the treetops, casting long shadows on the ground.

The wind blew through the woods, carrying the scents of earth and vegetation.

He touched the brass ring on his right middle finger; the contents were still there.

The portal is also in my mind; I can go back at any time.

The double portal and the hundredfold proficiency system have changed his fate. Now that he has been transported to another world, he should explore it thoroughly.

Perhaps I can learn skills that don't exist on Earth with a hundred times the proficiency, making myself stronger.

We can return to Earth anytime, our safety is guaranteed, there's nothing to be afraid of.

In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, drifting away in the wind.

He quickened his pace.

Several villagers at the village entrance were collecting herbs that were drying in the sun. When they looked up and saw him, they dropped the winnowing baskets they were holding.

"Monster...the monster is coming!"

A young man shouted at the top of his lungs.

A dozen or so people suddenly rushed out, some carrying hoes, some holding machetes, and some gripping wooden sticks, surrounding Chen Mo in the middle.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray short brown coat, with tightly bound leggings, rough hands, and calluses on the base of his thumb.

He was holding an iron sword, the tip of which was pointed at Chen Mo's chest, and he was shouting something that Chen Mo couldn't understand.

Chen Mo couldn't understand a single word.

But he understood the other person's gaze.

Vigilance, hostility, and a hint of fear.

He pointed the gun downwards and spread out his other hand to indicate that he meant no harm.

Instead of retreating, the village chief took a step forward, the tip of his sword less than a foot from his chest.

Someone came around from the side, trying to flank them.

Chen Mo sidestepped the sword's edge, clenched his right fist, and reduced his explosive force by seven-tenths.

The village chief thrust his sword at him, but he dodged it by turning his head. He then grabbed the other man's wrist and pulled him forward. The village chief stumbled and took two steps forward before regaining his balance.

He turned and glared at Chen Mo, then drew his sword and charged again, this time with a sweeping motion.

Instead of retreating, Chen Mo advanced, his shoulder sinking into the village chief's arms. The force exploded the moment they made contact, sending the village chief flying backward. His back slammed into a tree, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

Several villagers with machetes rushed forward, but Chen Mo glanced at them and didn't move.

The village chief got up from the ground, clutching his chest, his face full of disbelief.

He bent down to pick up the sword, hesitated for a moment, and did not thrust it again. Instead, he clasped his hands together, bent down, and mumbled a long string of words.

Chen Mo still couldn't understand a single word.

Just then, the system popped up.

[Host has been exposed to a new language: the common language of the Tianxuan Continent]

[Enter now?]

Chen Mo focused his mind.

A semi-transparent panel appeared before my eyes.

[Common Language of Tianxuan Continent (Beginner: 0/100)]

[Results: Able to understand basic vocabulary and express simple meanings]

The rambling words from before suddenly changed.

Intermittent, like a radio that's not tuned properly, but you can catch a word or two: "who," "where did it come from," and "blood."

Chen Mo pointed to himself, then to the way he came, and stammered out the words he had just learned: "I...kill...monsters. Over there."

The village chief paused for a moment, clutched his chest, and exchanged glances with the person next to him.

Several young men mustered their courage and crept towards the direction Chen Mo had come from.

A moment later, the man came running back, stumbling and crawling, his face as white as paper, repeatedly shouting:

"Dead! The monster is dead!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

The village chief sheathed his sword, clasped his hands together, bowed, and spoke a long string of words.

Chen Mo only understood the last few words—"guest".

He nodded.

Some people offered him water, some moved stools, and others got closer to look at his bulletproof vest and clothes, reaching out to touch them but not daring to.

A seven or eight-year-old child peeked out from between the adults' legs, looked up at Chen Mo, and stared at him with bright eyes.

He pointed at Chen Mo's white shirt, then turned and said something to his mother.

Chen Mo didn't understand, but his mother blushed, pulled the child back, and muttered a few curses under her breath.

Several women nearby covered their mouths and laughed, glancing at Chen Mo.

The village chief coughed, glared at the women, and then turned back to continue talking to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo sat down and gestured to the village chief.

You say one thing, I say another, if we're wrong, we start over.

The system panel is jumping around.

[Common language proficiency in Tianxuan Continent +100]

[Beginner 100/100]

Congratulations! You've made it through: from beginner to proficient!

A flood of information rushed into my brain.

It's not about learning, it's about stuffing things in.

Vocabulary, sentence structure, grammar—it's like someone has taken apart a dictionary, crumbled it, and poured everything into it.

Chen Mo's head was throbbing, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to catch his breath.

When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly understood everything the village chief had said.

"Where did the guest come from? Which martial arts school's disciple are they?"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then tried to speak: "I was just passing by. I'm not a martial arts student."

He stumbled over his words, but he got the point across.

The village chief understood and looked him up and down.

The villagers nearby were also whispering among themselves, some staring at his shoes, others staring at his watch.

The young man leaned close to the village chief's ear and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Village chief, what kind of material is he wearing? I've never seen it before."

The village chief glared at him: "Shut up."

Chen Mo looked down at his clothes: a white linen shirt, light khaki pants, and white sneakers.

It was indeed different from their coarse cloth clothes.

He smiled but didn't explain.

The village chief asked a few more questions, which Chen Mo could understand, but he couldn't speak them fluently.

The phrases "not a bad person," "just passing by," and "killed the monster" were repeated several times, but the meaning was conveyed.

The village chief stopped asking questions and turned to instruct people to arrange accommodations.

The village is small, with a dozen or so households arranged in a circle.

The house was made of wood, the walls were made of rammed earth, and the roof was thatched.

The men wore short brown leggings, and the women wore skirts and had their hair styled in buns, similar to the attire of the Ming Dynasty in ancient Earth.

Several children were running barefoot in the open space. When they saw Chen Mo, they hid behind the adults and then peeked out.

As Chen Mo walked by, a little girl with pigtails poked half her head out from behind the door, looking at him timidly.

Chen Mo smiled at her.

She exclaimed "Ah!" and pulled back, then peeked out again two seconds later, clutching something in her hand, and handed it over.

"sugar."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then squatted down to take it.

The sugar is dark brown and sticky when you squeeze it in your hand.

Chen Mo accepted the food but didn't eat it; he wasn't sure if it was safe to eat.

The little girl giggled when she saw him accept the money, then turned and ran away.

The village chief arranged an empty room for him.

It wasn't big; there was a wooden bed, a low table, and a window facing the yard.

Chen Mo put down his backpack and sat on the edge of the bed.

The system panel is still there, but the language proficiency is stuck at Proficiency 200/500.

He stood up and pushed open the door. Several children in the yard were peeking out, but when they saw him come out, they shrank back in fright.

Chen Mo smiled, squatted down, and pointed to himself: "Chen Mo."

The children looked at each other.

One of the bolder ones stepped forward and pointed to himself: "Stone."

Another one chimed in, "Tiedan."

A little girl with pigtails squeezed through the crowd, pointing to herself: "Yaya."

Chen Mo nodded: "Stone. Iron Egg. Ya Ya."

Several children were amused and gathered around him, chattering and teaching him to speak.

The stone pointed to the sky: "The sun."

Chen Mo repeated, "Sun."

Tie Dan pointed to the ground: "Mud."

Chen Mo repeated, "Mud."

Ya Ya pointed to her braid: "Ya Ya's braid."

Chen Mo read it three times before he got it right, and Ya Ya laughed so hard she almost fell over.

As the sun began to set, his new language skills improved to proficiency, and he could communicate fluently with the villagers.

The village chief brought over a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of him.

It's thick and has a grainy aroma.

Chen Mo took the drink, took a sip, and looked up at the village chief: "Thank you."

The village chief paused for a moment, then smiled.

This was the first time Chen Mo had ever seen someone laugh in this world.

After finishing his porridge, he returned the bowl and went back inside to lie down.

The words I learned today are still going through my mind, and the faces of Shi Tou, Tie Dan, and Ya Ya are swirling around in my head.

The system can function here; languages ​​can be learned, and other things can be learned as well.

Settle down first, and slowly figure out what this world is all about.

Outside the window, the moon rose, its silvery light shining into the courtyard.

The village was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

He closed his eyes.

Keep working hard tomorrow.