Chapter Three: Am I Also an Original Demon?

Before leaving, Lin Feng activated the system's scan function on Lan Luomo, an acquaintance from the game, and obtained the following information:

[Individual Info: Lan Naluo — Lan Luomo]
Level: 36 (capable of manipulating elemental power, possessing strength beyond ordinary humans)
Attribute: Grass
Entries: Forest Spirit, Langarali 3, Dreamwalking, Growth
Mood: Happy
Friendliness: 70 (Xiao Nala stopped monsters and protected Lan Luomo, so is considered a good Nala.)

Most of the information matched Lin Feng’s expectations. After all, at this stage, Lan Luomo was not particularly strong within the tribe, so a moderate level was normal. However, seeing the friendliness as high as 70 made Lin Feng feel a twinge of guilt. Although everything Lan Luomo said was true, Lin Feng couldn’t shake a faint pang of conscience.

He mentally opened the detailed descriptions of the entries:

Forest Spirit: A descendant of the God of Wisdom, born from vegetation, capable of acquiring information from nature’s memories.
Langarali 3: A magic based on memory, with strength related to the richness of those memories.
Dreamwalking: The ability to freely traverse between certain dreams and reality.
Growth: As a seed, growing into the Sharan tree is the destiny of every Lan Naluo.

Seeing these details, Lin Feng began to speculate that the numbers following the entries likely represented the strength or development level of each ability—the higher the number, the more developed the entry. Entries without numbers were probably passive effects or innate traits.

If he scanned Lan Luomo who had accepted the memory of Lanmu Hukunda and was about to become the Awakening King Tree, the suffix for Langarali might well be an 8 or even 9.

As Lin Feng pressed forward, he pondered these thoughts, but without any transportation, a human’s pace was inevitably limited—especially through such a complex rainforest terrain.

Glancing at the treasure-stealing weasel sleeping soundly on his shoulder and comparing their sizes, Lin Feng decisively abandoned the idea of traveling relying on it.

Night gradually fell. There were no signs of human activity along the way. Raindrops pattered on the leaves with a sharp “pata pata” sound.

Worried about catching a cold from the rain, Lin Feng stopped traveling and nestled with the weasel in a hollow at the base of a giant tree, planning to continue his journey the next day.

Petting the obedient weasel in his arms, Lin Feng thought of a little puppy he had raised in his childhood, roughly the same size. Unfortunately, after growing up, the only way to see it now was to sift through old family photo albums.

Realizing he could never return to those days, Lin Feng felt a touch of melancholy. He buried his face in the weasel’s soft fur. The usually restless creature didn’t resist; instead, it gently rubbed its small head against him.

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Feeling the cool air and the warmth in his arms, stroking the soft, light gray fur on the little creature’s belly, Lin Feng suddenly thought of Paimon. Perhaps her importance to the Traveler far exceeded what he had imagined in his previous life.

“From now on, I’ll call you Little White. Although I think Paimon suits you too, since you both love to eat,” Lin Feng said half-jokingly as he stroked the weasel.

“Chirp?” The little one closed its eyes in contentment and nestled closer, clearly having no objections.

Lin Feng had long noticed that although Little White possessed a series of extraordinary abilities, its intelligence was not particularly high—about the level of a smart large dog in his previous life. It could understand commands but lacked complex reasoning.

Though Lin Feng and Little White shared a certain mental connection, roughly understanding each other’s intentions, Lin Feng doubted whether it could wield those boss-level skills on its own.

After all, for a simple treasure-stealing weasel, pulling a blade from an extra-dimensional space and performing a flawless “No-thought Severance” move was an almost impossible feat.

He decided to try it again when there was a chance. After all, even with a base level of 999, Little White was more than enough to protect him in Teyvat.

His only worry was his own fragile body—one stray attack could end him. Perhaps the best plan was to buy a small courtyard in Liyue and settle down.

Lost in these thoughts about the future, Lin Feng was interrupted by a “ribbit.”

A jungle tree frog glided nimbly between two giant trees, passing just before Lin Feng’s face.

Suddenly reminded, Lin Feng realized he had never scanned his own data since crossing over. Curious, he stared at his palm and mentally commanded, “Scan.”

Detailed data appeared before him:

[Individual Info: @￥%& — Lin Feng]
Level: 19 (Conditions not met) (A very strong ordinary person, a competent fighter among rookie treasure hunters)
Attribute: None
Entries: [#%*&], Elemental Resistance 7 (Conditions not met), Elemental Affinity 6 (Conditions not met), Robust Physique 3 (Conditions not met), Agility 1 (Upgradeable)
Mood: Shocked
Friendliness: —

!!!

Lin Feng was indeed shocked.

Although he had always felt his stamina was much better than in his previous life, he had attributed it mostly to the naturally superior physique of Teyvat’s people.

But seeing this panel—though far inferior to Little White’s—still quite impressive, gave Lin Feng a clear understanding of his own talent.

Yet his joy was overshadowed by an even greater shock…

“???”
“Am I not even considered human in Teyvat?!”

Staring at the garbled characters under the race category, Lin Feng was both amused and speechless.

Previously, Lin Feng had researched the so-called “Primordial Demon Cultivation System” within him.

As the name suggested, it could enhance creatures other than humans, including level modifications, adding entry abilities, and upgrading entry levels.

However, using these functions consumed the energy stored within Lin Feng. Overuse could cause severe weight loss, turning him into a mere shadow, or even death—forcing a reset of his life. Fortunately, if Lin Feng lacked sufficient energy, it would display “Conditions not met” and refuse to enhance.

How did Lin Feng know this? Because he couldn’t modify a single entry on Little White. Any attempt triggered a strong internal sense of mortal danger.

He had always considered this broken system useless. After all, with Little White by his side, no other creature could surpass this bug-level prodigy—although its appetite was also a bug.

But if he himself was a primordial demon, his operability would greatly increase: improve level → stronger physique → larger energy capacity → improve level again…

For a moment, Lin Feng thought being a primordial demon wasn’t so bad after all. If he didn’t do it, nobody would.

Seeing the only modifiable entry at present: Agility 1, Lin Feng’s heart surged with excitement. After asking Little White to keep watch, he decisively chose to upgrade it.

— Darkness swept over his vision.

The moment before, he had been ecstatic; now he instantly experienced the bliss of childlike sleep.