Owen Clark was furious. "Damn it, it's bad enough that you live in my head, but you won't even help me solve my problems. How is that fair?!"

"I'll tell you when you awaken your battle mark."

"What is a battle mark?" Owen Clark realized he still didn't know enough about this world.

Demacia couldn't be bothered to answer such a basic question. "You'll find out soon. I am very weak and need to sleep."

With that, Demacia stopped talking. No matter how much Owen Clark called out, there was no response. After thinking for a moment, he muttered, "Forget it, I'll just focus on the initiation training for now."

From Owen Clark's thoughts, Demacia had already figured out his personality—a lazy person with a strong curiosity. And since he needed a huge amount of energy to recover, the stronger Owen Clark became, the faster his own recovery would be. He could only use curiosity to spur Owen Clark on.

Although Demacia was now just a demon seed, the level of demonic power was extremely high, subtly transforming Owen Clark's body and maximizing his physical potential. This was the most basic benefit a demon lord could give Owen Clark.

===Chapter 3 The Warrior System Here Is a Complete Mess===

Today was the first day of initiation training, and Owen Clark was a little excited.

He walked out of the house and stretched lazily. The biting cold wind whipped across his face, forming a thin layer of frost. He wiped his face and jogged to the village entrance.

Three men stood at the village entrance. The first was short and stocky, like a small hill, with a beard braided into plaits. This man was Edgar Silverhammer, the owner of the village tavern. He looked a lot like a dwarf from "World of Warcraft" in his previous life. Owen Clark still remembered how, as a child, Edgar Bennett would often smear his mouth with a fork dipped in strong iced plum wine, leaving young Owen Clark dizzy and drunk all day.

The second man was tall and slender, with arms that reached past his knees and a bow and arrows on his back. Anthony Falcon was the captain of the village hunters. In Owen Clark's memory, every time Anthony returned from a hunt, he would drag back dozens of frost wolf corpses with vines, sometimes mixed with the bodies of rare beasts from the "Continental Creatures Illustrated Guide" on the village chief's bookshelf.

The third man was shrouded in a black robe, small and thin, his face hidden. His identity... was the village beggar. Owen Clark didn't know his name and usually called him Uncle Bennett.

When Edgar Bennett saw Owen Clark, his beard quivered as he grunted angrily, "You little brat, was it you who moved my barrel of wine to the outhouse? The next day it was overflowing! No wonder the outhouse has smelled like liquor these past few days!"

Owen Clark looked innocent. "I don't know anything about that."

"That's what you said last time when you lit a torch in my wine cellar!"

Owen Clark looked even more innocent. "I don't know anything about that."

"And the time before that..."

"I don't know anything about that."

"Don't you have any other lines?"

The hunter captain Anthony frowned and interrupted Edgar Bennett's blustering, his tone calm: "Since you chose the three of us as your initiation mentors, we will do our best to teach you. Each of us will train you for two years. Edgar Bennett will go first, I will be second, and Uncle Shadow will be third. I will teach you the ways of the hunter."

Owen Clark nodded and looked at Uncle Bennett. So the beggar was called Shadow. Uncle Shadow remained silent and inconspicuous as always. Owen Clark turned to Edgar Bennett. "Edgar Bennett boss, are you going to teach me how to brew wine?"

Edgar Bennett snorted, "No."

Owen Clark asked in surprise, "Then what else can you teach me?"

"Ha! You little brat, don't underestimate me," Edgar Bennett's beard quivered. "Little Owen Clark, we Shapeshifters are the most gifted warriors. For the next two years, I will personally teach you combat skills. Warrior will be your main profession."

Owen Clark was shocked and looked Edgar Bennett up and down. "You can teach that?"

Edgar Bennett grinned, then suddenly stomped his foot. A shockwave burst out from where he landed, sending snow flying and making the ground seem to sink a foot under his step.

Owen Clark's legs went weak and he nearly fell, staring in disbelief.

Was this really human strength?

Edgar Bennett put his hands on his hips, looking proud. "Ignorant brat, this is the power of a warrior."

Owen Clark was stunned. "How did you do that?"

Edgar Bennett smiled, and with a flick of his short arm, produced a warhammer. The heavy hammer seemed as light as a feather in his hand. Leaning on the hammer, he said, "Countless fighting styles have created hundreds of combat professions, but only six foundational professions form the main power systems, known as the Six Pillar Systems: Warrior, Swordsman, Knight, Mage, Divine Arts User, and Sorcerer. The one most suited to Shapeshifters is Warrior!"

Owen Clark keenly picked up on a word: "Main system? So there are other powers?"

"That's right. Only these six pillar systems can be widely trained by ordinary people. There are also some systems unique to certain races, such as Holy Word, Dragon Speech, Bloodline Power, Shamanism, and so on. Our Shapeshifter bloodline abilities don't belong to the Six Systems either."

Owen Clark blinked. "So what's the difference between the pillar systems?"