The next moment, a deluge of arcane knowledge flooded Eros’s mind. He realized that the glowing orbs were essentially compressed data packets; once they "extracted" themselves in his brain, they revealed a treasure trove of information.

  However, something felt off.

  "Why are these all healing and buffing spells?" he muttered to himself. "Am I being forced into the Healer role?"

  He suddenly understood the cryptic line within the knowledge of Divine Art: Chapter of Life—“Life shall be etched upon your fingertips.” It literally meant his fingers were now conduits for salvation. Dozens of skills, every single one of them dedicated to mending wounds and boosting allies.

  But I want to be the DPS! he thought. A Healer who can’t carry the team isn't a good Healer!

  As if the Heavens had heard his protest, another pale gold orb materialized: Divine Art: Life’s Decree. Eros’s eyes lit up. From the name alone, he knew this was his offensive arsenal. Sure enough, once the "packet" unpacked, it revealed dozens of destructive spells. He nodded in satisfaction. After all, a damage dealer who can also heal is the ultimate asset.

  Next came a passive skill: Divine Art: Nature’s Sanctuary.

  Eros was stunned by its description. This passive was absurdly powerful—it granted him a massive all-attribute boost whenever he was in the wilderness.

  "This is incredible," he cheered internally. "A permanent, passive buff just for stepping outside? Elven blood is absolutely top-tier!"

  But the next orb caught him off guard. It wasn't gold or green; it was as black as the abyss. It contained the skill Divine Art: Judgment of Eternal Night. He had assumed his Elven blood would dictate his abilities, but it seemed his mixed heritage was even better than he thought. Being a half-blood is fantastic!

  Looking at the new skills, Eros felt closer to becoming a "Hexagon Warrior"—a perfectly balanced all-rounder.

  Just like his Elven lineage, the Night lineage provided three orbs. Aside from the offensive spells, there were two passives: Servant of Secrecy (which his father had mentioned) and Divine Art: Guard of the Night.

  The Guard of the Night was just as broken as the Nature’s Sanctuary. It provided a massive stat boost as long as it was nighttime.

  Wait, Eros thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. Does this mean I get a "buff" in... other departments at night too? And the strongest state is being in the wild at night? Tsk. This skill combo is borderline scandalous. I love it.

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  As he finished integrating the six orbs, the grey fog began to thin, and the ritual space started to merge back with the reality of the cathedral hall. The baptism was coming to an end.

  But at that final second, two milky-white orbs appeared out of nowhere. They didn't wait for his permission; they were shoved—almost violently—into his mind.

  Eros slowly opened his eyes in the cathedral, rubbing his throbbing temples.

  Unlike the previous six orbs, these last two felt like they had been forced into his brain by an invisible hand. Once the dizziness subsided, he checked the new entries.

  There were no descriptions, only names: Divine Art: Aegis of the Deep Sea and Divine Art: Breath of the Deep Sea.

  He was baffled. Where did these come from? His father had never mentioned any family ties to the ocean. Then, the image of that grotesque, colossal eye covered in thousands of smaller pupils flashed in his mind. Was it that thing?

  Eros shuddered, physically shaking his head to dispel the nauseating memory.

  He steadied his breathing and looked at the crowd of elders nearby. They were vibrating with excitement and anticipation, hovering like they wanted to rush him but didn't quite dare to.

  "The ritual is over, right?" Eros asked curiously. "Can I move now?"

  The white-haired elders exhaled in unison, realizing the Great One had truly departed. A sea of people swarmed him instantly.

  "Little Eros! How did you do it?" one elder cried, his eyes filled with adoration. "To have the Great One of the Elves personally baptize you... it’s unheard of!"

  Before he could finish, he was shoved aside by another elder who leaned in close. "Little Eros, tell your Grand-Uncle—what did it feel like to be touched by a Goddess?"

  He, too, was pushed away. The one who pushed him, an elder named Ryan, ignored the complaints and beamed at Eros. "Did the Great One mention when our Ancestor will return?"

  The hall fell silent. Everyone stared at Eros with pleading, hungry eyes.

  Eros blinked. He needed to process this. So... that beautiful, white-haired lady was a literal God? He barely managed to suppress a "Holy Shit."

  He had accidentally checked out a being at the absolute apex of the world. I hope she couldn't read my mind... right? Otherwise, Elven blood or not, I’d probably be a smear on the floor right now.

  Facing the intense gaze of the elders, Eros coughed awkwardly. "She didn't say. To be honest, I only just realized she was a Goddess."

  Disappointment rippled through the group, but it faded quickly. They had waited tens of thousands of years; they could wait a little longer.

  "In that case," someone announced, "let the Artifact hide little Eros’s fate!"

  The elders stepped back, their expressions turning solemn once more. Eros looked around and spotted his parents, Alaric and Estelle, who had been squeezed to the back of the crowd.

  He walked over to them. "Father, Mother... what is this 'Artifact' they’re talking about?"

  Alaric smiled. "Our Ancestor left three powerful artifacts for the family: the Book of Night, the Moon of Eternal Sleep, and the Eye of Eternal Night. They are the reason we have survived this long."

  "To hide your fate, we use the Book of Night. Once your True Name is recorded within it, not even a God can use divination to find you."

  Eros nodded. This was the legendary "Secrecy" combo his father had hinted at.