Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

To say that human beings are small in strength and fragile in body, and it is inconceivable that any carnivorous beast can easily take their lives.

But such useless human beings have stood at the undisputed peak of the food chain. The most powerful and only powerful thing is that they know how to think and have a smart head.

Think, act, suffer setbacks, think, discover deficiencies, think, improve deficiencies, act, suffer setbacks, think, discover flaws, think, remedy flaws...

It is in such a process of non-stop thinking and continuous self-improvement that human beings have gradually climbed to the position of planetary hegemony.

Lessons from the past... that is really enough.

At the beginning, I naively thought that it would be a counterattack road through Jiajinfinger, and become a winner in life easily and without pressure... Then I almost died in the dungeon.

After possessing power, I didn’t know how to use it, and I didn’t have the self-consciousness of being a strong person. I have done many things that I regret, and I have hurt many people. It is really an unforgettable memory...

Maybe that guy was right?

I must be the kind of bad type who only knows how to repent after having tasted the lesson of blood.

So what went wrong this time?

There is no matter, no energy, no time, no space, no law, and even the concept of "non-existence" does not exist. There is a polyhedron that is as bright as a nebula, and a pentagram emerges. And the star-shaped dodecahedron cup is shining light in all directions.

Then a consciousness slowly came to life.

He thought about it seriously, and came to the conclusion: "Struggle" itself is wrong.

Because struggle creates nothing but endless hurt and pain.

This unprofitable consumption behavior... um, like a moth?

System, what do you think?

There was no response from the nothingness, only the thoughts of the consciousness itself kept floating like echoes.

so lonely...

Consciousness was tired, so he fell into a deep sleep.

He decides not to wake up because he's tired of fighting, maybe it's okay to just keep sleeping?

Unfortunately, his wish was not fulfilled.

Under the light of the star cup, a glazed sword shadow swaying with purple flames emerged from nothingness.

"It's not time to rest yet—uncle!"

Chapter 1 Happy Orphanage, Quality You, Me, Him

There are always many strange people in this world.

For example, people who do inexplicable things, say inexplicable words, have inexplicable ideals, inexplicable hobbies...

But there is nothing strange about these, after all, even the whole world is inexplicable, let alone a species with a changeable personality like human beings.

And in the orphanage, from the dean's mother to the staff and teachers to the orphans who have no father or mother, everyone agrees that Chen Mo is an inexplicable person.

When the female teacher on duty saw him for the first time, it was snowing heavily, a thin little boy who smelled bad all over his body, dressed like a refugee, stood at the gate of the orphanage, and he didn't speak , staring at her with a pair of bulging black eyes, which exuded the feeling of despair that people who are about to die would have, almost scaring the teacher out of his mind on the spot.

At that time, Chen Mo was indeed dying. According to what he said, the last time he ate was a week ago. He ate half a piece of dirty bread, and his stomach was so empty that even the parasites were digested.

This is of course an exaggeration. The next day the dean dispensed pills from the hospital that were specially used to fight roundworms for children. Not long after mixing them with sugar water, he pulled out a bunch of messy parasites.

Orphans who live outside live a precarious life every day. If they are so hungry, they must eat whatever they see, and they don't care about being unhygienic.

The dean is very experienced in this. She kindly looked at the little boy who was sitting on the chair after killing the insects, and asked questions about his origin and life experience.

However, for the dean's inquiries, except for the initial answer of Chen Mo's name, all other questions were answered as "don't know".

He doesn't know where he came from, who his parents are, why he became an orphan... In short, he has no memory of his past at all.

As a social welfare institution, the orphanage itself was set up to take in homeless orphans. Besides, when encountering such a poor child, the director of course would not sit idly by, so Chen Mo has since become the orphanage a member.

And after that, his abnormal traits were gradually revealed. For example, although he was a child of seven or eight years old, his mind and personality were more mature than other adults, and although he couldn't remember his past, his The versatility really astonished everyone.

Ever since Chen Mo went into the kitchen and cooked a bowl of shredded pork noodles for himself, and was caught by the patrol teacher on duty, he had paid for the meals in the orphanage by himself. Of course he complained a lot about this, but patiently Unable to resist the temptation of the private dormitory proposed by the dean, he finally lowered his stubborn head.

In addition to his magical cooking ability, he also inadvertently revealed his proficiency in multiple languages. He can watch movies without subtitles with gusto, and occasionally spit out a few authentic American accents. It was so sharp that it made all the teachers around it ashamed.

This is an amazing little guy!

It seemed like nothing could bother him.

So at the end of the year, the headmaster approached Chen Mo and gave him a task that was presided over by teachers in previous years.

"Mr. Miki, Mr. Miki, can you see if you can play this sheet music?"

After Chen Mo came out of the principal's office, he went directly to Miki Momanogi, the teacher in charge of teaching music to the children, and wrote a score for her.

Composing the score on the spot, from writing to closing, there is no pause in the middle, and the action can be said to be done in one go.

This kid, can he still compose music...

Miki Momoku stared at Chen Mo with sparkling eyes, until he stopped writing, he put away the surprise in his heart, picked up the sheet music, and smiled and comforted: "Although liking music is indeed a very elegant hobby, but if you want to If you create a score, it’s not…”

Halfway through the speech, it stopped.

"What's the matter, Teacher Miki, what is it?" Chen Mo opened his innocent eyes with a puzzled expression on his face.

"But, it's not... it's not..." Miki Momoki stammered for a long time, and finally managed to smooth out the words: "It's not... something that any mediocre person can do."