[8 years old: Under the influence of adults, the Borisin cubs in the pack always trouble you, calling you a 'mongrel.' You are very angry...]
[1. Damn brat, go die!]
[2. You need time to develop; endure for now here.]
Looking at the options, Seth pondered.
Bullying is something that happens zero times or countless times; the more you yield, the more aggressive they become.
Moreover, he was now a Borisin, a barbaric race that most revered survival of the fittest.
No one would sympathize with him; forget bullying—even if he was killed, it was deserved. Who told him to be 'weak'?
In Borisin's view, the weak only deserve to become food for the strong.
Of course, there was another reason...
'Damn brat, go die!'
This option cleared his thoughts.
Before transmigrating, he had suffered from brats; after transmigrating, being bullied by brats—then what was the point of transmigrating?
Seth decisively chose to strike hard.
[You appear thin and weak, but due to your powerful bloodline, your physical qualities far exceed ordinary Borisin.]
[You beat this group of brats black and blue, even 'accidentally' killing the three.]
[Three cubs died at once; the matter blew up. The fathers of the three cubs want to trouble you.]
[In Borisin's view, as the one being ganged up on, killing three of them not only poses no problem but would even make you a hero. In contrast, they would become the laughingstock of the entire hunting pack.]
[However, that's only in normal situations. Under your father's 'bias,' they got the chance to single you out—one against their three.]
[In the siege of three Borisin, you barely killed one, severely injured one, and were backstabbed by the third.]
[You died.]
Seth frowned but said nothing.
When he chose to kill the brats, he had already considered this outcome.
He just didn't expect the system to pull a sneaky one; he didn't die at the hands of the brats but from the shameless adults.
Since it didn't meet the minimum standard, Seth gained nothing from this simulation.
Without much delay, Seth restarted the simulation.
Soon, the simulation reached the previous key choice.
Since one path was blocked, Seth could only suppress his displeasure and choose the other option.
'This damn system is trying to train him into an old schemer...'
Seth couldn't help but think this.
Unexpectedly, the system gave him another 'surprise.'
[You choose to endure for now, to await development.]
[Your yielding led to their escalation. In one gang beating, a Borisin cub took the chance to backstab you, smashing your back of the head with a rock.]
[You died again.]
Damn! Not giving any way to live, huh!
Seth got angry in an instant!
But it was just for an instant.
This top-tier trait sure wasn't easy to get.
Thinking carefully, both 'Battlefield Command (Blue)' and 'Glutton (Green)' were traits with huge potential but requiring late-game payoff.
But this simulation obviously didn't give him enough development time from the start.
So he should choose traits that quickly boost combat power.
That meant his initial trait selection direction had a fundamental error.
Since he found the problem's cause, he naturally had to correct it.
So this time, Seth directly chose to start over from the beginning, preparing to reselect traits.
When he chose to start over, the trait list refreshed immediately, displaying a new set of traits.
Besides the unchanged 'Perfect Bloodline (Gold),' most traits changed.
[Killing Expert (Blue): You are an expert in killing; your killing techniques have been refined through countless trials and turned into instinct. No matter what—even a piece of paper, a pen, or a melon seed shell—can become a deadly weapon in your hands. Of course, this includes every part of your body.]
[Swift as Wind (White): Your movements are as swift as the wind.]
[Focused (White): No matter what you do, your attention is highly concentrated.]
[Hunter (Green): In a 'hunt,' the hunter and prey positions can switch. You are proficient in various 'hunting' techniques and can switch to hunter at any time.]
[I Am The Bone Of My Sword (White): You are born an expert in using sword-type weapons. All weapons with 'sword' attributes can exert maximum power in your hands.]
Seth chose 'Killing Expert (Blue)' without hesitation; this trait obviously greatly boosted his combat power.
Then Seth hesitated between 'Hunter (Green)' and 'I Am The Bone Of My Sword (White).'
Normally, one would choose the higher-quality trait, but 'I Am The Bone Of My Sword' looked like a rare trait with high growth potential.
Moreover, the 'Hunter' description showed it mainly enhanced tracking and counter-tracking abilities.
After comprehensive consideration, Seth still chose 'I Am The Bone Of My Sword (White).'
After selecting the traits, Seth immediately started the simulation.
[0 years old: You were born.]
[You are a mixed-blood of Borisin and Foxian. An unknown mutation occurred in you; you possess the most perfect bloodline.]
[1 year old: From a young age, you showed astonishing combat talent.]
[2 years old: Your talent moved your father; he wanted to forge you into the sharpest blade under his command. To control you, he imprisoned your mother.]
[Although you have powerful talent, you need time to grow; you can only choose to endure and obey your father's arrangements.]
Seth's eyes lit up; the simulation plot changed!
[3 years old: To train you into the strongest war slave, your father subjected you to extremely harsh training. While other cubs were playing, your playmates were always the teacher's fists and various weapons.]
[5 years old: Your combat power advanced by leaps and bounds, already comparable to ordinary warriors in the hunting pack.]
[8 years old: Your physique is already no less than adult Borisin warriors. Almost everyone seeing you for the first time can't help but exclaim, "This mongrel is 8 years old!?"]
[Over a dozen Borisin cubs teamed up to ambush you, but you alone killed them with heavy casualties.]
[The fathers of the 5 dead wanted revenge; your father didn't stop them but arranged for you to fight them.]
[You clearly understand his idea; after years of training, he now wants to test your quality.]
[After a fierce battle, you defeated them; their heads were cut off by you and became your trophies.]
[Your father laughed heartily upon seeing this.]
[He believes the blade he forged is about to be completed!]