Second Advancement

"Get out!"

"You beast!"

"Don't interfere with my cultivation!"

In the sewer.

Roger angrily removed the Sin Mark.

Looking at that dense sea of insects.

He hardened his heart and set another fire on the ground.

Not long after.

All the Black Stone Beetle perished in the flames.

After calming down, Roger began to feel sorry for the two bottles of "Dragon Fat Fire" that he had acquired with great difficulty! This wealth was saved up by the Thunder Dragon egg by egg for Roger.

It's such a waste to waste time on such worthless monsters.

This thought came to mind.

Roger decisively withdrew from the sewers of the New District.

However, when leaving...

Roger encountered a group of very young Adventurers.

It appears they were hired to clean the Black Stone Beetle from the sewers.

But what's rather unusual is...

Roger sensed a trace of divine power emanating from them.

Those young people quickly disappeared from his sight.

Roger pondered for a moment.

In the end, they did nothing and simply returned to the surface.

The ground in the New District is very clean.

This area was the least affected by the demonic tide.

Therefore, the efficiency of post-disaster reconstruction is also the highest.

Even today.

Roger walked along the clean and open street.

There wasn't a trace of the demonic tide.

Compared to the Old District, which inherited the architectural style of the floating islands.

The architectural style of the New District is clearly closer to that of the Tarun period.

There are many "Dao Field) on both sides of the main road.

People often come out of the Dao Field to recruit disciples.

Occasionally, people would practice their skills on the street.

But they only touched on the topic briefly.

This is quite different from the gang-ridden Sunrise Town or the Old District.

As far as Roger knows.

Before the "Finger Day" incident, the New District was also a hotspot for gang activities; but after that, the forces from the Floating Island voluntarily withdrew from this area.

This provided a broad stage for Martial Artist to showcase their talents.

Roger could sense it.

On this brand new land.

An ancient power is sprouting vigorously.

I believe that it won't be long before Martial Artist has grasped the essence of "qi" will emerge.

Then more and more people will join the ranks of Martial Artist.

Taren's glory.

It will usher in a new round of revival after hundreds of years of silence.

Regarding this situation...

Roger was pleased with the outcome.

He will give it a push when the time is right.

But not now.

"It is not yet time to reopen the dojo and declare to the world the powerful return of Martial Artist."

"Martial Artist ' strength is still very shallow and they need to accumulate more experience."

"What's more... it seems that other forces are eyeing this land as well."

It is located at the junction of the New District and Old District.

Roger stopped in his hurried steps.

Under the Locust Tree in front.

A small group of people surrounded them.

A man in black, standing ramrod straight, was speaking in a friendly tone.

Roger moved closer.

They discovered that he was actually "preaching".

He was a middle-aged man with an honest-looking face.

His tone was sincere and enthusiastic, giving the impression of genuine warmth.

"As everyone knows, there has been a surge of ' Withered Cultist ' in the Southern Tomb Wilderness this past week."

"Those cultists claim that Mystra is showing signs of destruction, that everything will fall into the hands of the ' Withered King,' and that all things in the world will eventually decay..."

"Although this claim is absurd, if ten thousand people believe and spread it, then the arrival of the Withered King might indeed come true—that is the power of faith!"

"Shouldn't we do something in the face of this situation? We must resist the power of the Withered King!"

"Come, join the New Spring Church of the God of Cultivation and Breeding!"

Speaking of which...

His tone became high-spirited, and his eyes even welled up with tears. "Faced with the threat of evil gods, we must praise life and promote reproduction! The New Spring Church is our best choice."

The "God of Cultivation and Breeding" holds the power over the continuation of the species and the revival of all things.

It is the enemy that the "Withered King" fears most.

Believe in Him.

He will make your farm abundant with harvests and your offspring prosperous.

Believe in Him.

He will protect you and your family from the Aether Aberration ...

The middle-aged man's speech was undeniably moving.

On Roger's data panel.

"Extraordinary Perception: You have observed that ' Father Versailles ' has 250 points of preaching skill."

This is a level that would move the vast majority of people.

However, a miraculous thing happened.

Apart from a few guys who Roger suspected were shills crying and begging to join the "New Spring Church".

The rest of the people remained indifferent.

Roger observed the onlookers with great interest: these people were either Martial Artist or...

They are either family members of Martial Artist.

They seemed uninterested in the sermons at Versailles.

"If you're not interested, why waste your time standing here?"

Roger was somewhat curious.

After a while.

No one else stepped forward to express their willingness to join.

The atmosphere was slightly somber.

Versailles' gaze swept over everyone present.

Finally, they reluctantly announced, "Everyone who joins the New Spring Church will receive a membership benefit of 20 ears of corn and 4 pumpkins."

"Moreover, there is free meat available at the believers' feasts every Sunday and on feast days, which can be taken at will."

"But one thing must be stated in advance: you cannot join today and withdraw tomorrow!"

This time.

The onlookers finally perked up.

A large number of people rushed forward.

They held the Versailles priests hostage in layers.

The inquiries came one after another. "Can I take 40 ears of corn and 8 pumpkins?"

Reason? Do I need a reason? Uh...

My weight is twice that of a normal church member.

Claiming double the benefits is reasonable, isn't it?

"Mr. Versailles!"

If I join, will they give me an outfit like the one you're wearing? Or...

You can take this off and give it to me.

You don't need to take it off, you don't need to take it off.

I can do it myself!

"Father! When is the next congregational feast? Can I bring my child?"

sure?

Then on behalf of my 39 children, thank you in advance, Father!

Father!

Why did you faint?

This was accompanied by the sudden fainting of Father Versailles.

The scene became even more chaotic.

Roger smiled, shook his head, and left.

For him, that down-to-earth scene was just a minor episode on his hunting journey.

In his perception.

The "God of Cultivation and Breeding" is probably not some evil god.

Therefore, there is no need to intervene for the time being.

After leaving the New District.

Roger quickened his pace.

Not long after.

He then arrived at the exit of the Old District.

There.

He reunited with the Quasi-Horned Demon had been waiting for him.

We boarded the "bus" that slowly drove towards the "Red Soil Wasteland".

Eight days later.

The edge of the Red Soil Wasteland.

Beneath the chilling glint of the blade.

A giant ant, its body emitting black smoke, split into pieces.

"You killed one Torch Ant."

"Your freckle count has increased slightly."

"Unlucky!"

Roger slowly shook his head.

After the demonic tide subsided.

The monsters on the Red Soil Wasteland have undergone a generational change.

Roger had hoped that the new monsters here would bring him some surprises.

I never expected that all that would be left in the end would be fear.

39 different monsters.

The attributes they gave were all terrible, one worse than the next! In comparison.

The freckles given by the Torch Ant are already considered a neutral attribute!

All I can say is that after countless disappointments.

Roger was heartbroken to the point of numbness.

It is said that true friendship is revealed in times of adversity.

In times like these, only brothers are truly reliable.

Over the past 8 days.

Roger casually cleaned up the entire newly formed "Titan Ant" nest.

Although there is no experience or attributes.

But those 260 incredibly potent "Steel Supplement" lay obediently in the Tinder Pouch.

And in this process.

Roger also earned his 101st Milestone Points.

This unlocks a new item!

"First-Mover Ticket (new)"

Type: Consumable

Price: 50 Milestone Points

"Purpose: By using this coupon, you can advance to the Extraordinary level 20 levels earlier."

"Restriction: Each character can only use this once."

Roger chose to redeem it without hesitation!...

"A mission objective matching the Transcendent Advancement has been detected."

"Initiate the Transcendent Advancement Quest?"

Roger chose to confirm.

Same as last time.

This time, the Transcendent Advancement has also been divided into two difficulty levels!

"Transcendent Advancement Quest (Elite Grade)"

Briefly: Destroy the ' Wither Cult ' and eliminate at least 4 of the 6 patriarchs.

Reward: Advanced Class/1 Additional Free Attribute Points

"Transcendent Advancement Quest (Heavenly Fate Grade)"

Briefly: Destroy the ' Wither Cult ' and eliminate all its patriarchs;

Slay the lord-level monster ' Two-Headed Dragon ' that roams the Southern Tomb Wilderness.

"Rewards: Advanced Class / 2 Extra Free Attribute Points / Third Chance for Transcendent Advancement at Level 50"

"Alright."

"Adults understand."

Roger decisively chose the "Heavenly Fate Grade".

He originally intended to clear out the monsters in the east, west, and north of Gem City before venturing into the more dangerous "Southern Tomb Wilderness".

But now it seems I have no choice but to make a trip to the south.

Two days later.

South of the Old District.

A thick fog shrouded this cursed wasteland.

On the narrow path.

A group of people arrived.

Leading the charge was a group of tall and imposing devils.

The one pressing down on the central army was a young man carrying Black Coffin.

Further on were some demons with even weaker auras.

They moved very cautiously.

They would stop every so often to check on each other's safety.

We just kept walking and stopping.

The road ahead forked.

The Combat Group stopped and prepared to obey their master's orders.

It was at this moment.

Suddenly a commotion arose from behind.

Someone exclaimed, "Something pricked me!"

The next second.

He suddenly tripped and fell into his companion's arms.

The demons began to regroup and form a battle formation.

at the same time.

Roger, carrying the Black Coffin, suddenly ran outside!

He caught up with the culprit in just a few steps.

The Red Moon flashed coldly in succession.

Roger slashed 27 times in one go.

Only then was that monster finally killed! "What a troublesome thing. The monsters in the Southern Tomb Wilderness are indeed quite troublesome."

He muttered something under his breath, his face grim.

It was at this moment.

"You have killed a Rampaging Thorn."

You have gained 40 XP points.

"You have gained a small amount of the aura effect: Thorn Force Field".

"Troublesome..."

"It's not entirely the brothers' fault."

Roger looked at the information on the data panel.

His eyes gradually brightened.