The screen suddenly zoomed out—it was merely a miniature of a canyon. The entire "Destiny" world map unfolded before my eyes: seven major human cities in the south, the central No-Return Sea occupied by the Sea Demon race, and the north was an unknown land, shrouded in blood-red mist with images of ferocious dragon heads, cruel undead, and savage giants. Then, the map froze in front of me, and the words "Destiny" appeared large in the sky. The game's opening scene was exceptionally exquisite and stunning!

……

Next, the scene returned to the starting point, and the system sprite prompted—Please choose your race!

In front of me, five races appeared: Human, Undead, Moon Spirit, Barbarian, and Wind Elf. I glanced over them. The Undead looked too shabby, not matching my pursuit of being tall, handsome, and cool. The Moon Spirit race was pretty sharp, but only female players could choose it, since the race was literally called Moon Spirit Maiden. Barbarians were too rustic. Wind Elves were born with wings and could fly, but their HP was too low and they died easily. In the end, my choice was the Human race. Humans are great—friendly appearance!

Confirming my choice, I selected Human. The system automatically scanned my appearance, and the human male gradually transformed to look like me, wearing a simple shirt and holding a wooden sword. Looking at this avatar, he was actually quite handsome, so I didn’t bother adjusting the appearance. Next, the system sprite continued to prompt: Please choose your class!

No question about it—among the nine classes, the one I admired most was the Wandering Healer. Selfless, healing the world, truly the heroic spirit of our generation of young heroes!

A faint smile appeared on my face. Just thinking about the upcoming leveling routine made me feel so sneaky...

Confirmed: Wandering Healer. In front of me appeared an image of myself in plain clothes, 1.8 meters tall, a prototype of tall, handsome, and rich.

The system sprite then prompted—Please enter your name!

I pondered for a moment. I had already thought of a name!

A series of keyboard symbols popped up in front of me. I used my mind to direct the input of Chinese characters—

Three Heroes Battle Diao Chan!

"Ding!"

System prompt: This name has already been taken!

I clenched my fist, full of disdain: "Tch, even such a sneaky name got registered by someone!"

Moving on, the second name I had prepared, this time something more literary—

Miss, Please Stay!

"Ding!"

System prompt: This name has already been taken!

Another system prompt. My heart was about to break. Too sneaky, these animals! Next, another name, this time something cuter. Please, don’t let it be taken again!

Carefree Brother Battles the Jianghu!

"Ding!"

System prompt: This name has already been taken!

"Damn!"

I almost spat blood. Focusing my mind, I steadied myself and gritted my teeth as I entered a name I had used for a long time but abandoned for just as long—

Free Spirit!

"Ding!"

System prompt: This name has not been taken. Confirm?

Finally! Sigh, as long as I can get a name, what more could I ask for?

I chose confirm, and just like that, a character was created. System prompt: Enter the game now?

After confirming, "whoosh"—a beam of light, and I officially entered the world of "Destiny." Light scattered before my eyes, and I found myself on a dilapidated altar, surrounded by a few broken stone pillars. Looking out, there was a dense crowd of newbie players. At the same time, the system prompted: You have been assigned to Novice Village No. 19—[Grass Dog Village]!

Grass Dog Village, what a name!

Standing on the altar, I didn’t rush to leave. Around me, players who had just entered the game quickly drew their crude weapons and charged out of the village, shouting. Hmm, they were eager to level up.

With a mental command, I summoned my personal panel, and my stats appeared before me. As expected, a powerful tank—

[Free Spirit] (Apprentice Wandering Healer)

Level: 1

Attack: 1—1

Defense: 2

HP: 100

MP: 50

Charisma: 0

……

Such domineering stats. With 1—1 attack power, could I even kill a chicken? Yeah, right...

In my hand was a worn-out staff. I glanced at it—so that’s where the 1—1 attack came from. Stepping out, I didn’t rush to fight monsters outside. I definitely couldn’t compete with others for kills. As a young hero devoted to healing, I needed to build up strength and not scramble with those commoners for the grass dogs outside.

I arrived at the blacksmith’s shop. A burly man looked at me and laughed heartily, "Kid, want to buy a weapon?"

I nodded and opened the goods list. There was an iron sword usable at level 1, with 1—3 attack, but it cost 15 copper coins. I only had the 10 copper coins the system gave me—what a rip-off.

Thinking it over, I unequipped my staff and clicked sell. Sold it for 7 copper coins. Now I had 17 copper coins. Happily, I bought the iron sword with 1—3 attack. The iron sword wasn’t a high-end weapon and didn’t require much strength. As a Wandering Healer, sometimes I’d need to perform surgery with a knife—making a living with a blade, so my strength was sufficient.

Gripping the iron sword, off I went!

Chapter 7: Creating My Own Move

I hadn’t even reached the village entrance when I stumbled and got trampled on the head by a few berserkers wielding battle axes from behind. These guys were really in a hurry to go kill grass dogs, huh?!

Not as strong as them—I’ll just endure it!