Innate Dao Heart, aside from practicing martial arts and cultivating the Dao, is mediocre in learning other skills. Linglong Heavenly Heart is even more broadly applicable, but obviously, being a jack of all trades means not being a master of any; in martial arts and Dao cultivation, it’s definitely a bit lacking.

“Eh! Why is there also a Langya Heavenly Heart?”

Mark Benson, under the talent and aptitude section, suddenly discovered another interesting option and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the difference between Langya Heavenly Heart and Linglong Heavenly Heart?”

RR, dressed in a cheap paper black suit, chuckled and said, “It’s just a streamlined version of Linglong Heavenly Heart’s instructions.”

“Linglong Heavenly Heart lets you learn anything quickly, while Langya Heavenly Heart can only specify eight talent directions…”

Mark Benson nodded in understanding and was about to give up on this option when RR, still in the cheap paper black suit, added, “But in those eight talent directions, it will be over thirty percent stronger than Linglong Heavenly Heart.”

“It can work like that?”

“Then I’ll choose this one.”

As soon as Mark Benson checked this option, a row of hidden options appeared underneath. He was dumbfounded, marveling at the advanced technology of the Reincarnation Resource Administration, while carefully reading through these hidden options.

“Martial arts talent is a must. Daoist arts talent… this one is a must too!”

“Literary talent? Forget it, I was a journalist, my writing is decent enough. This thing won’t be of any use in the Taixu Divine Martial World…”

“Musical talent… I’ll pick it!”

“Array and mechanism talent…”

Mark Benson picked eight talent directions and checked them off, then moved on to the second item.

A life-bound martial art, compared to ordinary martial arts, has all sorts of bonuses, such as triple the power of moves, ten times the learning efficiency, unlocking hidden functions, especially strong internal energy, and more exquisite techniques…

In short, the benefits are many!

Mark Benson casually picked a Six Imperial Heart Method. Anyway, he didn’t recognize any of these martial arts, so he just chose one with a nice-sounding name.

For his life-bound divine weapon, he chose a Xiaoyao Sword, again picking by the name. For confidantes, he tried it out—there were over fifty options, but he could only check up to twelve, not unlimited selection.

With twelve confidantes, he could only pick those with nice-sounding names; the form didn’t have photos or identity descriptions…

For family background, he picked the one that looked the wealthiest.

For master and sect, he picked the one that looked the wealthiest.

For friends and relatives, he picked a… bunch, all those that looked the wealthiest.

For affiliated gang, he picked the one that looked the wealthiest.

RR, dressed in a cheap paper black suit, collected Mark Benson’s “Taixu Divine Martial World Reincarnation Aptitude Gift Pack · Self-Selection Form,” then had him sign and stamp the reincarnation documents, took out a camera pen, raised it high, and said, “Next, I’m going to erase your memory. Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

In his heart, Mark Benson couldn’t help but praise RRA’s progressiveness, having eliminated the outdated soup-drinking method.

RR pressed the camera pen, and Mark Benson couldn’t help but blink.

The phone in the pocket of RR, dressed in a cheap paper black suit, started ringing. He got a little distracted, answered the call, and casually asked, “Who are you?”

Mark Benson hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and RR said with satisfaction into the phone, “I’ve already taken care of things here!”

“Mm… the compensation has been issued, memory erasure successful, no side effects.”

Mark Benson quickly lowered his head. He didn’t feel his memory fading, but his years as a journalist had trained his reflexes to be quick, so he immediately acted dazed and confused, looking like a widowed old man.

RR pressed a bell, and soon someone came to lead Mark Benson out. What followed was a series of queues, going through more than a dozen procedures before finally reaching the last stage.

Two towering white doors reached into the clouds, with only a tiny crack open. But even with such a small gap, it was wide enough for seven or eight cars to drive through side by side, showing just how tall these doors were!

More than ten teams were passing through here.

Each team was so long you couldn’t see the end. After days of queuing, Mark Benson was feeling a bit hopeless.

Standing in line, Mark Benson glanced around stealthily and soon noticed a team across the way with fewer people. Seeing no one was paying attention, he slipped over.

Anyway, everyone queuing here had their memories erased, so no one noticed his little move.

Following the new team, he quickly reached the front of the white doors.

Only then did Mark Benson realize that the other teams, after identity verification, were let through directly, but only his team was given a phone.

When it was his turn, Mark Benson took the phone handed to him, feeling a surge of excitement: “This must be the VIP line! There are even perks.”

He almost waved excitedly at the RRA staff, but at the last moment, reason prevailed—he realized that as someone with erased memories, he shouldn’t be so lively, so he forcibly suppressed his excitement and walked through the white doors with a blank face.

Mark Benson knew that his brand new life was about to begin.

Chapter 3 3022

Mark Benson was in class, lost in thought, his gaze vacant.

He wore a short-sleeved undershirt, flashy baggy shorts, and slippers on his feet, sitting with his legs crossed. His whole demeanor exuded a laziness and carelessness that didn’t match his age at all, completely out of place with the classroom atmosphere.