My ability pool is superior to others

In fact, the deathmatch system is a system where you either admit defeat or make threats.

Lu Bai could understand everything, but he really didn't understand what the Deathmatch System meant by uttering such a nonsensical sentence.

He was silent for a moment, then sat down cross-legged on the spot: "Explain?"

Before he finished speaking, the text in front of Lü Bai's retina changed.

If this were an online chat, the deathmatch system would be like receiving a reply instantly, but unfortunately, there's not much useful information in the content.

According to the rules, I cannot disclose this to you.

Lu Bai wasn't annoyed by the riddle-like deathmatch system.

After all, he already knew that the underlying logic of the Deathmatch system was extremely rigid.

Lu Bai snapped his fingers, and a steaming cup of tea appeared in his hand.

She casually brought the bottle to her lips, took a sip, and then said unhurriedly, "Then tell me everything you can."

In just two short sentences, the whole process felt like the deathmatch system reporting to him.

But this wasn't even him deliberately putting on airs; he was simply brimming with confidence.

Please provide keywords related to the content.

The text in front of the retina has turned into cold, mechanical language.

Lu Bai had many questions he wanted to ask, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Let me explain the system permissions in detail first."

The system permissions are as follows: Copy, View, Protocol, Write, Restore, Manage, Structure, Algorithm, Driver, Mechanism, Interconnect, Update.

These system permissions constitute the Deathmatch system.

Whether it's the deathmatch arena, the deathmatch fighters, or all sorts of abilities...

All of these are formed by the combination of these system permissions.

Lu Bai's heart skipped a beat.

He never expected that his casual question would elicit such a...surprising result.
Indeed, many of these system permissions looked very familiar, and some of them were already his.

But he felt something was wrong.

The quantity is incorrect.

The number of system permissions he sensed was probably eleven.

The information listed by the Deathmatch system now includes twelve types of system permissions.

Most importantly, the name of one of the system permissions gave him a vague idea.

The name of that system permission is "Update".

Even if the specific function is not yet clear.

Looking at the name of this system permission, "update," it can be simply and crudely understood as "upgrade."

"Update?" Lu Bai murmured.

He hadn't forgotten what the most crucial thing was that allowed him to stand out from countless deathmatch trainees and grow to the point where he could communicate with the deathmatch system.

It is that unknown power that can raise the power pool by one level in each round of the deathmatch arena.

This is not self-deprecation.

He knew that without this ability pool that was a level above others, he might still have become an elite-level deathmatch fighter, but he would never have been able to grow to where he is now.

Given the frequency with which he participates in deathmatch battles, it's more likely that he will die in one of those deathmatches.

If he wasn't mistaken, he roughly understood what the Deathmatch system meant by "You're back."

Lu Bai remained silent for a long time before finally speaking again: "What are the specific effects of this update?"

The Deathmatch System can grant system permissions to Blood River Ancestor and provide detailed instructions for use. Naturally, it can also inform Lü Bai of the purpose of updating this system permission.

As the text in front of his retina changed, Lü Bai's expression gradually became more complicated.

Judging from the function and usage of this system permission.

Clearly, he guessed correctly.

Instead of angrily accusing the deathmatch system of deceiving him and saying things like "I don't believe it," he calmly asked, "Did you do this?"

【I don't understand you.】

Lu Bai maintained his composure, asking, "Why is this system update permission attached to me?"

"Always been there."

Lu Bai suddenly gave a meaningless laugh.

He found this statement absurd, considering that he had only been in this world for about half a year.

however……

The deathmatch system seemed to know what Lü Bai was thinking at that moment.

Still can't remember? Only six months? Are you sure?

Unbeknownst to them, the words sent by the Deathmatch System had taken on a more emotional tone.

For a moment, Lü Bai felt as if he were having a conversation with a person, rather than a rigid system.

But Lü Bai doesn't have the extra energy to care about that right now.

He was stunned after seeing the message from the Deathmatch System.

Yes,

Am I sure?

Am I really from another time?
Lu Bai suddenly realized that he couldn't remember anything from his past life.

No, it wasn't sudden.

Instead, from the very beginning, he seemed unable to recall what he had experienced in his previous life.

Who was I in my past life? A little Taoist priest?

What about other things?
Family? Friends? Fellow students?
I don't remember!

Lu Bai frowned.

I hadn't noticed this at all before.

He couldn't remember anything about his past life.

He doesn't remember how he died, and he's not even sure if he transmigrated because of death.

All he knew was that he was a lowly Taoist priest in a dilapidated temple.

This……

This is not a memory.

This is clearly just a persona.

"who I am?"

Lu Bai looked down at his hands and felt that he should ask himself, "What am I?"
Thinking about it carefully, it really is strange.

Why is it that as a human being, I have no negative emotions?

Even if it can be forcibly explained from a medical perspective, it must be admitted that there is only one case of his condition.

An isolated case means that it cannot be verified, and it also means that the clinical conclusion may not be correct.

You are Lü Bai.

"What I'm asking is, what was I in the beginning?"

According to the rules, I cannot disclose this to you.

Lu Bai took a deep breath.

He spoke as if testing the waters, yet also as if stating with certainty: "I am inquiring of you in my own name."

Before he could finish speaking, Lü Bai suddenly heard a helpless, bitter laugh, which vanished in an instant, as if he had hallucinated.

You are our creator, and also the primary authority, the central processing unit.

This answer was actually not unexpected by Lü Bai.

It should have been expected that the system permissions for the Deathmatch system could not be obtained so easily, and that any random Deathmatch player could use them.

I've come to understand this.

Lu Bai raised his hand, and twelve black dots representing system permissions lit up and revolved around him.

In fact, from the very beginning, he didn't need to acquire system privileges; he had always had the right to use those privileges.

"I wasn't human after all." (End of Chapter)