Every member of the "Star Arrow Race" at the age of 18 will become either a "Berserker" or a "Chosen One," based on their innate abilities. Before that, they are ordinary members of the Human Race.
This is an ordinary residential planet.
Not a tourist planet.
The people on this planet only know that their civilization is a Seventh-level Civilization; they have no clue about other information, the specific size of their civilizationâs territory, how many star systems or other civilizations exist within, or what surrounds them in the universe.
They are not very planetary.
Nor have they interacted much with people from other civilizations.
So in the eyes of these people, they are just a bunch of under-age kids, but somehow, they seem a bit old.
A group of rather old-looking children walking down the street naturally attracts attention.
"Can it cause any harm?"
Chen Mang stood inside a shop named "Zhihao Armory," weighing a giant axe in his hand and muttered. This civilization had a few products in the form of Train Civilization, like Wormholes and such.
But mainly, the Train Civilization components within this civilization were for living and commuting,
without involving combat power.
The only source of combat power in this civilization comes from these Chosen Ones.
Itâs just...
He was skeptical that relying on axes and bows could really wield any power. Playing with them on the ground might be okay, but in a space station, are these things worth a look?
One necessary condition to advance to a Seventh-level Civilization is having an attack strength of 300,000 Energy Range, which means 3000 levels of Seven-color Level components. Can this axe really deliver a 3000-level Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon blast?
"Thatâs some way to put it."
The shop owner wore a slightly displeased look: "None of my weapons here are factory-produced items; each one is handcrafted by master forgers, and the power is absolutely undeniable."
"This axe is called the âSky-splitting Axe,â a green level, level 30."
"Youâre still a young child and canât use this weapon. Let your father come; he will know the strength of this weapon!"
"..."
Chen Mang wasnât angered by the ownerâs explosive words. He simply nodded slightly, noting that this civilization didnât seem to like industrial mass production but had more faith in weapons personally forged by masters.
The Rough Civilization comprises 39 star systems.
How many masters are needed to satisfy this market?
"Whatâs that?"
He looked up at a huge tiger head specimen mounted on the wall; the tigerâs head was abnormally large, about seven or eight meters wide, almost covering an entire wall.
"That, uh..."
The owner coughed heavily, hands on hips, looking somewhat proud as he proclaimed: "I wonât lie to you; Iâm a level 78 Berserker, and that was a Stellar Giant Beast I slaughtered in my youth with an axe in the cosmos!"
"How is it?"
"Quite a big chap, huh?"
"Not bad..."
Chen Mang nodded, his eyes flashing with curiosity. To slay a Stellar Giant Beast relying solely on oneâs strength?
Thatâs pretty fierce indeed.
"But why is your Stellar Giant Beast so small? The Stellar Giant Beasts Iâve seen have sizes measured in light-years."
"..."
The owner stared at Chen Mang expressionlessly and rasped: "Kid, are you here looking for trouble? Except for some special Stellar Giant Beasts that have been made into Cosmic Landmines, which Stellar Giant Beast has a size measured in light-years?"
"The bigger ones are only hundreds of thousands of kilometers long."
"And what youâve seen..."
"Kid,"
"This world is meant to be measured with your feet and seen with your eyes, not by just reading a few anecdotes in books or watching some videos. Only when youâve seen it with your own eyes, use the term âIâve seen.â
At this moment, Chen Mangâs attention was drawn to a bow hanging at the highest point on a wall, his eyes narrowing slightly, and for some reason, he felt an itch in his hands to try it out.
"Take down that bow. Let me have a look."
"You?"
The owner cast an assessing glance at Chen Mang, but still took down the bow with a hook and handed it to him: "Here, take a look. Every kid that comes to my store to choose a coming-of-age weapon wants to see this bow."
"But just take a look; I advise you not to hold too much hope. Itâs been a long time since anyone could become a âDivine Archer.â"
"Just be content being a Berserker."
"This bow is blue-level, level 50."
"Before becoming a Divine Archer and acquiring the âBow Pulling Assistanceâ skill, itâs impossible to draw this bow. Do you know what âSteering Wheel Assistanceâ is?"
"Without Steering Wheel Assistance, you canât turn a steering wheel. This bow is the same; without transferring to a Chosen One, merely relying on physical strength to draw this bow."
"Itâs a pipe dream."
"If you can draw this bow..."
The next momentâ
The ownerâs voice stopped abruptly.
Chen Mang received the bow and gently pulled on the bowstring with his fingers, steadily applying force until the bowstring was fully drawn. At the same time, he felt mysteriously connected to a nearby planet, as a seven-colored energy arrow slowly coalesced on the bowstring.
Releasing a terrifying energy wave.
"This... This..."
The ownerâs eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the energy arrow about to explode, and he finally reacted: "Donât shoot it inside the store; itâll go off!"
Chen Mang stepped outside the store, raising the arrow towards the sky.
With an ear-piercing sonic boom, the seven-colored arrow shot straight into the sky and exploded high above, causing a noticeable spatial disturbance. The power of this shot wasnât weak...
"Certainly interesting."
He looked at the bow in his hand with some residual enthusiasm. The power of this shot equaled that of a level 40 Hellfire Cannon. Itâs useless against the Constant Star Train at present, but...
One has to admit.
This thing is really engaging, the way it connects with a planet, and watching the arrow gradually form.
Itâs gratifying!
In essence, itâs simply borrowing the planetâs "Core Energy," whether in Train Civilization form or Cultivation Civilization form, all essentially utilizing this civilization form through different means.
But...
Itâs enjoyable to use!
Itâs a good thing, something to play around with slowly in the future.
"How much? Iâll buy it."
As he turned to look at the shop owner, he found the owner frozen in place, lips pale, eyes bloodshot, staring right at him: "Kid... do you know what it means to draw this bow?"
"Does it mean I can transfer to become a Divine Archer in the future?"
Chen Mang raised an eyebrow with a carefree smile, naturally not intending to become a Divine Archer. It was entirely the "bread" bringing him his racial talent.
"No!"
"Not just that!"
The shop ownerâs voice was somewhat hurried: "Itâs inevitable youâll become a Divine Archer; it wonât take long, and youâll be the first Divine Archer on Qiu Mountain Star in years. But most importantly..."
"The arrow you just formed wasnât a physical arrow!"
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