My ability pool is superior to others

As the system notification sounded that the deathmatch was over, a handsome young man returned to the shelter from the deathmatch arena.

He looked at the unfamiliar living room, stood up and stretched, his bones all making crackling sounds.

"This so-called death duel is actually real."

He calmed down and felt it for a while, then his expression turned a little ugly: "It's actually a place without spiritual energy? In a world with such poor spiritual energy, it's very difficult to maintain my realm, let alone recover my cultivation."

The young man frowned and walked into the bedroom and turned on the computer: "Use the Internet to understand the situation?"

At first his movements were as clumsy as a beginner, but soon he became proficient and browsed information online like a normal person.

……

【Ding! 】

[The sixth deathmatch ends and the return begins. ]

[Settlement in progress——]

【Settlement completed.】

[Final ranking of Deathmatch: 1]

[Total Death Fighter Points: 246 (Double Points in effect)]

[The top ten rewards have been issued]

[First Prize Award Has Been Issued]

[Performance in this Deathmatch: Unbelievable]

[If you meet the performance requirements, you can permanently retain an ability you gained in this deathmatch]

[Reward details can be viewed in the data panel. 】

……

In the room, Lu Bai slowly opened his eyes.

I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of emptiness in my heart.

There is no way. The power gained in the death arena cannot be brought back to the real world.

Compared with the previous life-and-death duels, this time when returning from the world of cultivating immortals, Lu Bai felt very clearly that the seemingly omnipotent power in his body was drained away in an instant.

Such a huge sense of gap even made Lu Bai feel a little melancholy.

"No matter how powerful I am in the Death Arena, it is still fake, not real, so don't be obsessed with it."

Lu Bai let out a long sigh, adjusted his mood, and began to check the results of this round of death match.

[Death Arena Number: 92****8743]

【Username: Smart Moffit】

[Main title worn: Pure Smile (four stars)] (Click to view available titles)
[Already wearing the sub-titles: Crazy Slaughter (four stars), Ultimate Killer (four stars)]

[Talent: 137.2+24.6 (1 point can be converted into 0.1 talent, currently being converted, estimated time: seven days)]

[Abilities: ?, ?, Flash Time, All Ink, Spirit Time House (click to select)]

[Evaluation: It is difficult to evaluate. This is unreasonable. The system is undergoing self-inspection...]

Lu Bai was not in a hurry to check his abilities or titles as usual.

Instead, his attention was drawn to the review column, which he had hardly glanced at in the past.

In his impression, the comments in the last column of the personal interface are basically the deathmatch system's own self-praising methods in various ways.

I never thought that after this death match was over, the evaluation column was changed to unreasonable, and it also said that it was undergoing self-examination or something.

Lu Bai stroked his chin thoughtfully.

According to his understanding, the deathmatch system itself has no self-awareness and is more like a rigid program that is set in advance.

“So there is also a function for detecting bugs?”

Although this unexpected thing happened, Lu Bai was not too nervous. After all, abilities like [Load] and [Restore] should not be mastered by deathmatch players. They are the underlying logic of the deathmatch system.

This underlying logic is definitely no worse than system self-checking in terms of authority, just like I have never heard of a doctor who cuts off the patient's head before treating him.

Lu Bai was really curious about what the deathmatch system would eventually reveal.

He shook his head, put aside his chaotic thoughts, and shifted his attention to what he had gained from this fatal duel.

There is nothing much to say about ability retention.

The abilities selected in the three rounds are all pretty average, so I simply choose to keep the only color-level ability - [Iron Fist Cutting the Wind].

After choosing the abilities to keep, Lu Bai casually clicked on the title column.

As for titles, he believes that they should be used wisely.

Because strictly speaking, he actually didn't feel much help from the title.

After all, they are all passive effects and it is difficult to quantify them specifically.

[Compassion (1 star): The wearer is more likely to receive requests from others.] (Top ten rewards, generated based on the behavior style in the deathmatch, wearable)
[Unparalleled Patriot (Three Stars): After wearing it, management ability will be improved to a certain extent.] (A reward for ranking first, randomly selected from the pool of titles below three stars, can be worn)

Lu Bai didn't think carefully about where these two titles could be effective, and just threw them into the title library as star-up materials.

"It's time to go home."

He walked out of the Desheng Building and headed straight for the central area without paying any attention to his colleagues who had also ended their fatal duels on the road.

It is worth mentioning that the house given to him by the city council was completed and delivered a week ago.

If there is no opportunity, the brother and sister Lu Ziyi and Lu Qingyan can certainly endure the darkness.

But now that we can live in a better place, there is certainly no need to continue to squeeze in the pigeon cages of Livable City.

So on the second day after the house was delivered, Lu Qingyan started nagging Lu Ziyi to move out.

In addition, Lu Ziyi was just a teenage girl who was looking forward to living in a spacious and bright new house. She completed the move at the speed of light. Lu Bai wondered where they got such strong motivation from.

It is the nature of living things to pursue a better quality of life. Lu Bai can understand this and will not let the siblings suffer.

……

"Brother, you got off work so early today?"

Lu Qingyan, who was squatting in the yard playing in the mud, saw Lu Bai from a distance and rushed towards him excitedly.

Lu Bai's eyelids jumped and he took a step back: "Go wash your hands first."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingyan's eyes suddenly became moist.

He sighed in a nostalgic tone: "Brother, you have grown up, and finally become the person you hated the most when you were a child."

"Yes."

Lu Bai walked past the tearful kid and asked casually, "Is your sister not at home?"

"No, I wouldn't dare to do that when she's at home."

"Did you say where you were going?"

"Who knows? She's been acting so mysterious these past two days. I suspect she's missing a man."

"?"

Lu Bai was silent for a moment, then commented, "It's time for you to go to school."

The City Association was quite generous and approved a residential area of ​​200 square meters for Lu Bai, with a built-up area of ​​nearly 180 square meters.

If you are a little more ruthless, you can even build a livable building in such a large area and easily cram thousands of people in.

Lu Bai pushed the door open, changed into slippers, and collapsed on the sofa.

Then he picked up his phone and checked the poll data for each area of ​​the current shelter. (End of this chapter)