Profession and Malicious Deception

Xiao Yang, with a worried frown, still managed to attract a few customers. A guest shrouded in a black robe, with terrifyingly pale skin, bought all the green-quality Skeleton Large Bone Clubs.

Xiao Yang sold them for slightly less than the going rate for green materials in the All-Heavens Trading Zone. Each green Skeleton Large Bone Club went for three hundred Spirit Coins, and he sold a total of twenty.

This brought in six thousand Spirit Coins.

The Skeleton Killer Amulet sold for a thousand Spirit Coins. Although the Skeleton Killer was only white quality, it was an accessory, and the buffs it provided were straightforward and practical. It was a shame the stat increases were too small, and the quality was barely Normal. Its rarity didn't fetch a high price.

Then there were the zombie internal organs. No one was interested. Xiao Yang quickly understood why: in a corner a short distance away, another Player was also selling zombies, and at an incredibly cheap price.

For just two hundred Spirit Coins, one could get a Level 2 or 3 Normal Walking Corpse. If it weren't restricted to Undead-class Professionals, Xiao Yang himself would have wanted to buy a bunch in bulk. After all, hacking away at enemies himself was far less convenient than commanding a horde of minions.

Compared to this competitor, it wasn't surprising that Xiao Yang's zombie internal organs weren't selling for much.

During this time, several Players wearing black robes appeared at Xiao Yang's stall. These individuals didn't seem to mind the strange, macabre scene at Xiao Yang's booth. They even crouched down and began picking through the several green-quality organs mixed in with the pile of zombie innards.

To be honest, Xiao Yang envied the "Apprentice Taoist" title displayed after their Player names. After half a day here, relying solely on the God Game's translation function to eavesdrop on the conversations of these high-level Players, he had gained some understanding of this God Game.

Talents, Professions, Equipment, Ranks, and the Legendary Path – these were all crucial components of a God Game Player's combat power.

Among these, Talents were every Player's secret, never voluntarily revealed. Professions and Equipment were easy enough to understand. Ranks, however, were quite worth pondering. For God Game Players, every ten levels served as a critical milestone, offering an opportunity to advance their Rank. This might involve a Dungeon trial or a challenge; completing it would allow them to ascend.

Alright, Xiao Yang was still a bit unfamiliar with the term "ascension," but hearing these veteran Players mention "Rank" with envy, he knew it was important.

However, these things were still too far off. Closer to Xiao Yang, and more directly impactful on combat power, was Profession. Xiao Yang had seen a Player selling a rusty broken sword at a nearby stall – it was a Warrior Profession transfer token.

If one transferred to Warrior, even with such a basic Profession, they would receive bonus Strength attribute points. With every level gained, Strength would increase, and one point invested into the Warrior Profession would grant two points of Strength.

Of course, Professions also varied in quality, but one could also advance and ascend from basic Professions.

Thinking about it, this God Game really demanded a lot of effort. Players could ascend, and Professions could also ascend.

Naturally, everyone agreed that acquiring a Profession as early as possible was best. Not only could one enjoy the natural benefits of leveling up, but it also allowed Players to attempt their own ascension earlier. Xiao Yang was envious; he really wanted a Profession. He was green with envy. If he had gotten a Profession at Level 1, his currently free-drawn attributes would probably exceed five points.

But he couldn't afford it. That single rusty broken sword for Warrior Profession transfer had, amidst the shouts of numerous Level 20+ Players, been bid up to a staggering five hundred and sixty thousand.

He could only sigh helplessly and tell himself in his heart.

He had aspirations. A mere Warrior transfer token? If he were to get one, he'd want the noble Magic-based Profession!

While picking and choosing, these Players in black robes shook their heads.

"The quality is alright, full of death energy, but it lacks a certain spirit, missing that essence of the Five Elements!"

Translating that: "It's lacking some stat bonuses."

Although these Taoist Players didn't buy anything, one of their leaders became interested in Xiao Yang.

"Young friend, with so many Undead organs here, have you discovered an Undead Dungeon?"

Looking up, the long-faced black-robed Taoist asked Xiao Yang with sincere earnestness. Xiao Yang immediately perked up.

It wasn't for any other reason; the Dark Dispelling Lantern hanging from his waist suddenly brightened. He had only seen it in this state once before – when it was helping him dispel the deathly poison from his body.

This black-robed Taoist had just used some sort of technique on him.

Xiao Yang's expression instantly turned serious.

"This guy is trouble!"

On the other side, the failure of his technique didn't diminish the long-faced black-robed Taoist's interest in Xiao Yang. On the contrary, it piqued his curiosity further. His gaze fell upon the Dark Dispelling Lantern at Xiao Yang's waist, and a brilliance flowed in his eyes as he peered at Xiao Yang, his face clearly showing a greedy expression.

"An excellent quality item for dispelling evil?"

Suppressing his expression, he forced a somewhat terrifying smile at Xiao Yang.

"Young friend, you must be new here. I am Ming Xuanzi! Are you interested in joining my Nether Cave guild? If you gain Master's favor, you can receive an Inheritance and a Magic-based transfer!"

The long-faced black-robed Taoist extended an invitation to Xiao Yang.

The Magic-based transfer he mentioned was likely the Taoist Profession above their heads. This was indeed tempting, but what was the price? What was the cost?

Xiao Yang didn't believe that this long-faced black-robed Taoist or his Master would offer a Taoist transfer for no reason, especially after this guy had just used a technique on him.

"Then what do I have to give?"

Xiao Yang asked.

"Nothing much. Just accept my friend request first."

A prompt popped up before Xiao Yang's eyes.

[Ming Xuanzi has sent you a friend request!]

Ming Xuanzi displayed an extremely brilliant smile at that moment. In his eyes, he was about to make a huge profit. After all, a fledgling who had just left their home world was an unimaginably vast fortune to him and the world behind him.

The God Game had never imposed mandatory faction alignments on itself or its Players. If the great beings of all worlds were to evaluate the God Game, it would likely be a mixed bag. This power that had transformed into a game had indeed connected numerous worlds, bringing unimaginable opportunities.

But at the same time, numerous worlds had also been destroyed because of this God Game.