Chapter 148: Sacrifice! Sss Level Opportunity! The Wail Of 80 Million Living Beings!

The atmosphere became tense for a moment. The old man, a saint, seemed slow to realize what was truly happening.

Reaching an SS-level career was already an extraordinary feat, but to achieve an SSS-level one, one would need to complete a difficult job transfer task later on. Why, then, was Novak so determined?

Still perplexed, the old man began to explain: 

"Great King, SSS-level job transfer scrolls during the first career change are extremely rare. You are surely aware of the difficulty involved in acquiring one, so why...?"

Novak interrupted with a glance at the old man, speaking plainly: 

"Is there any record of Zogwort in the Plague Sect?"

The moment he spoke, the old man's pupils shrank, his green eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at Novak.

"Great King, have you had any contact with Lord Zogwort?"

Ignoring the question, Novak continued, "Zogwort possesses something that he calls the pinnacle of goblin technology and alchemical civilization. To obtain it, I need two SSS-level job transfer scrolls. Now, do you understand why I need it?"

The old man's eyes turned a vivid green. Obviously, it is useless to be suspicious of the reputation of the God of Trading whose reputation has resounded throughout the entire heavens and worlds.

The mysterious object Zogwort had, the Plague Sect had also heard of it. 

The old man's expression shifted, his once-cautious eyes now brimming with fanaticism. 

"You are the foretold king of the Plague Sect! In this trial field of gods and demons, you are destined to ignite the divine fire and rise as the true supreme god among the deities! Rest assured, your most humble servant will do everything possible for you!

However, even with our best efforts, there is only one scroll…"

Before he could finish, Novak cut him off, already understanding. 

"I've already found a clue to another SSS-level job transfer scroll."

Hearing this, even Ian turned abruptly, staring at Novak in shock. 

Who exactly was this White Emperor, and how had he found it? Yet, by now, Ian had become numb to it. This person before him would be his true leader from now on.

The old man's eyes shone with admiration, his devotion clear. An SSS-level job on the first career change? Religious texts mentioned that even in previous trial fields, such a feat was almost impossible.

Now, the foretold plague king, the Virus King, had managed to find a clue this early in the process! It was nothing short of miraculous.

Before the old man could continue his reverence, Novak raised a hand to stop him. 

"Enough flattery. Do you know how to obtain the SSS-level job transfer scroll or not? If you don't, don't waste my time. My time is valuable."

Novak never imagined he could speak so bluntly to a saint, yet the Plague Sect's bishop, named Pukasium, showed no displeasure. Instead, he continued respectfully:

"Great King, you are young and may not yet understand certain rules. Why are SSS-level items, careers, and talents so rare? It's because they contain the most precious thing in existence—divinity. In all the universe, the divinity of the plague virus has never been born before."

He paused, his voice growing more excited. 

"This time, during the Gods and Demons Trial, the High Priest performed a life-sacrificing divination and was astonished to discover that the divinity of the plague had finally emerged! The same applies to careers. Until now, no plague-related divinity has existed in any of the realms, so even the Plague Sect doesn't have a corresponding SSS-level career."

Novak frowned slightly. "No? Then why are you wasting my time?"

Pukasium quickly clarified: 

"However, with your birth and this unique trial field, the Plague Sect does have a way to create an SSS-level career scroll. But it requires the Great King's own action to shape it."

Novak raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Kepler-22b, this testing ground for gods and demons, has been altered by the Cosmic Will. The Plague Sect realized that a plague once ravaged this land. This may be the reason the plague divinity was born here in this trial. It also explains why the apocalyptic scenario this time uses a zombie virus and plague as the core."

He continued eagerly, "If you can harness the power of this plague and claim it as your own, you might be able to condense a true SSS-level career scroll!"

Novak frowned and asked, "How do I do it?"

Pukasumi's dark green eyes sparkled with excitement. "I will connect with the Cosmic Will, linking it to the largest plague event in Kepler's history, and open a special secret space. Once inside, if you can collect the plague seeds that are etched into history, there's a chance you can form one."

Just a chance?

Novak's eyes narrowed. However, even he couldn't think of a better alternative at this point. As Pukasumi had mentioned, SSS-level job transfer scrolls were incredibly rare.

No—strictly speaking, they were more than rare. They were unique.

Moreover, the abilities of the Plague Sect aligned perfectly with Novak's natural talent. Compared to other SSS professions, this one matched his powers and would significantly enhance his combat abilities.

Taking a deep breath, Novak made his decision. "In that case, let's give it a try."

Pukasumi's eyes gleamed with even more fervor, as if he were not only witnessing but participating in the creation of history itself.

Before proceeding, Novak took steps to prepare. After sending the confused Ian out of the chemical factory, he seated himself on the Plague Throne, which was located in this temple-like factory. The old man, trembling with anticipation, finally spoke:

"Great King, are you ready?"

Novak nodded. "Of course. But tell me, isn't it incredibly difficult to communicate with the Cosmic Will and open such a secret realm?"

Even a saint shouldn't be able to exert such influence easily.

The old man shook his head, his dark green eyes already brimming with tears. "Thank you, Great Lord, for your mercy. Your kindness is as boundless as a father's love. I, and the entire sect, would give everything for you!"

Tears streamed down his face as he continued, "Everything we have is yours! Now, let me, your humble servant, help you take your first step toward igniting the divine fire!"

The next moment, dark green flames exploded around Pukasumi. In an instant, he was engulfed, his body consumed by fire, while a prayer escaped his lips:

"I sacrifice my life, my strength, and my soul! I open the supreme door for my Lord! In the name of my Lord, let all the incarnations of the plague throughout the history of the proving grounds be passed on!"

The green flames enveloped the old man completely. With a soft clatter, three job transfer scrolls fell to the ground.

As ripples of time and space swirled, a Secret Realm vortex appeared before Novak.

Novak stood in silence, gazing at the clean green flame that had consumed Pukasumi.

Finally, without a word, Novak picked up the three job transfer scrolls. His eyes fixed on the vortex, and with quiet resolve, he reached out and touched it lightly.

[Do you wish to enter the exclusive dungeon secret realm, "The Wailing of Eighty Million Lives (???)"?]

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Novak stepped into the vortex.

Meanwhile, beyond Novak's perception, and beyond the reach of even the gods, a world lay hidden.

In this world, only a boundless river flowed forward endlessly.

But with Novak's entrance, the flowing river began to slow. An hourglass emerged in the illusion, and the ceaseless rush of the river seemed to decelerate, moving many times slower than before.