Chapter 147: Do You Have SSS-Level Career Scroll?
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Novak surveyed both sides of the aisle. Even though they were plague-infested monsters, the giant plague mosquitoes, rats, and flies all lay there respectfully, paying homage. Above them, at the temple-like structure formed by the green creeper, a figure cloaked in a dark green robe stood silently. Despite the strangeness of the situation, Novak stepped forward calmly, as if it were the most natural thing to do.
Behind him, Ian watched Novak walk ahead. With a resigned sigh, he followed. Ever since the apocalypse began, what once seemed impossible had started to feel strangely ordinary.
Novak approached the far end of the factory, which had been transformed into a makeshift temple. Now standing just one meter from the robed figure, his entire body tensed, prepared to react the moment danger presented itself. Yet, to his surprise, the figure slowly raised its head.
The face beneath the hood was pale green, with distinct Western features, though unnaturally aged. Its dark green eyes marked it as something far from human. The figure spoke in the same strange language as before:
"Great King, you need not guard against your humblest servant! Pukasiumi can offer everything for your greatness, including my insignificant life and soul. Moreover, due to the restrictions imposed by the Cosmic Will within the trial grounds of gods and demons, my existence cannot harm you!"
These words took Novak by surprise. He reflexively scanned the old man before him with his spiritual perception, but even without any defenses, his senses could only pick up the most basic information:
[Plague Bishop Pukasiumi-the Dread (Level 71)]
Level 71?! Novak nearly lost control of his expression. Even so, his heart began to race.
A level 71? In his past life, his own level had only reached 79 after completing his third job transfer, which allowed him to be crowned as a saint. A true legendary figure walking the Kepler! But this unassuming old man… was a saint? How was this even possible?!
How could the Cosmic Will allow a saint from the myriad worlds to enter the trial grounds at such an early stage? It defied all logic!
However, what Pukasiumi had said seemed to be true. The trial grounds had stringent restrictions in place, ensuring that even someone as powerful as this plague bishop could not directly attack the participants. It was a safeguard imposed by the Cosmic Will.
"I am your king?" Novak asked carefully. Once he was sure the old man posed no immediate threat, he allowed himself to relax a little.
A fervent expression spread across the old man's face. "Through the sacrifice of our high priest, you have emerged to lead our sect, validating the Plague Sect's rightful place across the heavens and worlds! Your presence alone justifies our unwavering loyalty. We were born to serve you, and the sect stands ready to offer everything for your greatness!"
'The Virus King?' Novak thought, a delayed realization hitting him. Was this the benefit of his talent? That he was regarded with such reverence?
Though he found it difficult to understand the zeal of fanatics, if these people truly believed in him, there was no reason to reject their faith. He wasn't used to things being handed to him on a silver platter, but he could adapt.
Novak shifted his gaze back to the old man. "How can you help me?"
The old man beamed with pride. "Any assistance you seek, the sect can provide. However, to further affirm the rise of our king, each member of the Plague Sect is permitted to offer only one inheritance treasure of the sect. The rest, you must seek from other members to strengthen yourself at the appropriate stages."
Novak narrowed his eyes slightly. So, this wasn't a one-time offer of treasures—it was a growth package. A continuous flow of support, depending on his progress!
But Novak wasn't interested in any "growth packages" right now. He had one pressing question on his mind. "Do you have a career change scroll?"
The old man's eyes lit up, relieved that the king before him had made a request. His greatest fear had been that the king, summoned through their high priest's sacrifice, would refuse the sect's assistance. If that were the case, their entire existence would lose its purpose.
The old man nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course!"
A radiant green light rose from the old man's body, and several glowing scrolls, infused with an ink-green hue, appeared in his hands. Pointing to the scrolls, the old man explained:
"This is the S-level Plague Knight scroll, this one is for the S-level Exorcist, and this—" he hesitated, holding up the last one with great reverence, "—is our most treasured SS-level job transfer scroll: the Son of Doom."
But just as Novak was about to respond, he interrupted the old man. "Do you have any SSS-level scrolls?"
Instantly, the green glow around the old man dimmed, and his hands trembled as he held the scrolls. His green eyes looked at Novak, puzzled, as if the request was too much to process.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips before answering. "Great King, you may not be aware, but SSS-level professions are exceedingly rare for first-time job transfers. In later stages, after completing the second or third job transfers, specific hidden conditions must be met to unlock the potential for SSS-level upgrades. For example, the Son of Doom scroll can, with sufficient progression, evolve into the SSS-level Lord of Doom…"
Novak nodded calmly. "I know that. But I still want to know—do you have an SSS-level career scroll?"
The old man blinked, momentarily stunned by the question.
On the side, Ian stood there, completely numb. His gaze was fixed on the three scrolls right in front of him: two S-levels and one SS-level. Yet, even with these incredible treasures, the White Emperor still wasn't satisfied?
Meanwhile, Ian could hardly believe his luck in possessing an A+ grade Hell Messenger scroll. It was more than enough for him. But the difference between him and a true powerhouse like Novak wasn't just their strength—it was their vision and ambition!