YM778.TV Chapter 71 3 Promising Villagers
[Name: Zedd Devom]
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: Coach Driver]
[Loyalty: 90 points]
[Realm: None]
[Life Spark lvl1: 1.9]
[Soul Spark lvl1: 1.1]
[Divine Spark lvl1: 0.008]
[Talent: D]
[Evaluation: A helpful, dedicated and hardworking coachman in his former life. Sociable and educated, he knows how to adapt his conversation to any type of customer. His passion is taking care of his horses.]
Ikaris had chosen as his first target, the middle-age man who spoke to him first. At first he just wanted to check his stats, but he was surprised when he received more relevant information than he expected to gain with his current Appraisal Spell. He assumed logically that the Stele had interfered.
The two most interesting pieces of data were the talent and loyalty indices. The final evaluation was also very useful in knowing what to do with him, as was his former occupation.
Ikaris then quickly scanned the others with his Appraisal skill and soon gained a thorough and comprehensive grasp of his subjects\' potential. 2 A-talents, 7 C-talents and 3 D-talents. The two A-Talents were the two non-human refugees and indeed compared to the other refugees they were in a different league.
[Name: Kellam Crane]
[Race: Dwilde]
[Occupation: Seer/ Gunman/Swordman]
[Loyalty: 55 points]
[Realm: Novice Sorcerer]
[Life Spark lvl1: 3.2]
[Soul Spark lvl1: 23.6]
[Divine Spark lvl1: 0.01]
[Talent: A+]
[Evaluation: A talented Dwilde, one of the last of his kind. His potential is priceless and while earning his respect is difficult, he is loyal and will not easily betray.]
The first non-human was a rather handsome, pointy-eared albino young man whose unique feature was his translucent irises and hair like fiberglass. Meeting his gaze for too long felt like staring at two shimmering diamonds and it was a unnervingly disturbing experience. His skin also glistened slightly, as if he were covered in glitter.
When Ikaris scanned him with his magic, his eyes locked onto his with suspicion, but he relaxed immediately after. This made the boy acutely aware that his loyalty was much lower than that of other immigrants like Zedd. He put this down to Kellam\'s incredible Soul Strength, which gave him a measure of resistance to the Stele\'s magic.
[Name: Ezrog]
[Race: Lesser Oni]
[Occupation: Warrior]
[Loyalty: 90 points]
[Realm: Novice Sorcerer]
[Life Spark lvl1: 24.6]
[Soul Spark lvl1: 1]
[Divine Spark lvl1: 0.012]
[Talent: A]
[Evaluation: A thick brute who only respects the strong, but with a good heart. Properly led, he would make a very good soldier, but his mental faculties limit him to manual tasks.]
The second non-human was a giant 2.3 meters tall with beefy muscles, rather hideous features, as well as a shaggy mane of tangled black hair and two short horns of keratin jutting out on either side of his forehead. His skin was a faded blue, making him even more jarring compared to the others. The thing hanging between his legs was an ungainly anaconda, but the alien seemed to lack any sense of shame or modesty.
Unlike Kellam, this Ezrog was totally loyal to him, his Soul Strength being very ordinary. On the other hand, his Life Spark was already of a superhuman level, surpassing even his own after his evolution into a Crawling-Thrall. When he checked his attributes, he discovered that his Strength was 15. A Herculean strength.
This Oni had the makings of a great warrior.
Of the 7 C-talents, 6 came from Earth. All of them had a Soul Spark between 2.5 and 5, which made him confirm that the Earthlings had indeed something different with respect to the other Otherworlders. His curious mind was yearning to know why...
Among them were Nadeem Ganem, an Egyptian veterinarian, Juliette Hafner, a Swiss manager in an insurance company, Saalim El-Nasir a high school physics and chemistry teacher in Saudi Arabia, Taguchi Kaoru, a Japanese otaku, Marvin Sargent, a Jamaican firefighter, and Vicente Nunez, a professional mover.
The final C-Talent was a dancer and bard named Danchun. She was as pretty as a peach, and barely out of her teens. She had curves in the right place and a slim waist. Her snow-white skin was flawless as if she had never seen the sunlight. Her long black hair, exotic thick eyebrows and cute nose distinguished her from the other four women summoned. Her facial features were vaguely Asian but she came from a different world than Earth.
What appealed to Ikaris was not her Soul Spark of 4.3, nor her ethereal beauty, but her evaluation.
[Evaluation: A female Cultivator who lost all her cultivation while transmigrating to Neia. Her soul having suffered damage before transmigrating she is now just an ordinary human, but the accumulated experience is still there.]
\'Jackpot!\' Ikaris almost jumped for joy as he read her description.
Like any young person of his age he had read his fair share of webnovels and knew very well what it entailed. Even if there was no Qi or Spirit Energy on this planet, all roads led to Rome. It was impossible for such a person to resign herself to an ordinary life, and even if she did, he could still benefit from her guidance.
As for the three D-Talents, in addition to Zedd Devom, there was Martha, a cook, and Ling, a seamstress. Both of them were originally from a medieval world.
After having appraised all these people, Ikaris became aware of two things, the second being a huge problem for him.
The first was that everyone was extremely young. With the exception of Zedd, no one looked older than 20. When he asked Zedd, he learned that he was actually almost 60 years old. He had become significantly younger by transmigrating here.
This made the teenager realize that he was not the only one who had found himself in a body younger than the one he remembered. It was a conundrum he would like to solve as well.
The second thing he noticed was that none of these people had any expertise in construction! The vision of a flourishing and prosperous Last Saint Village was still far away...
Choking back his disappointment and dejection, Ikaris forced himself to smile at the other villagers and said,
"First let\'s get you some clothes and food."
Painfully aware of being naked, the women in particular thanked him profusely, relief evident on their faces. They were already tired of hiding their private parts and the gazes of the men weighed on them.
Danchun, especially, was already giving off a tangible killing intent. But when she noticed that the other refugees were totally indifferent, she realized that something was wrong. She tried to move her Qi and a glint of panic flashed in her eyes. Without her powers, she was nothing more than a helpless woman.
No, she still had her martial arts and cultivation techniques. What she had lost, she could regain again.
Ikaris could easily guess the turmoil she was going through, but he was careful not to disturb her. He motioned for the refugees to follow him, and with their help he brought the boxes of resources and necessities out of the cottage. In one of them, he found the basic clothing for his first refugees.