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There are only two ways to become a seventh-order rank.

One option is to forge a completely new path.

One option is to wait for the gods to fall, and then follow in their footsteps!

Both types of employment are equally powerful.

Sulu stared at Angie in surprise. "You even told me this?"

He suddenly understood why the outside world was frantically searching for this Dream of the Ancient God.

Because here truly lies the hope of becoming a god!

"Because we like the look of you... hehe..."

Dora chimed in with a grin, "Actually... although after a god falls, one can take on His profession, essentially inheriting the 'divine position,' it requires a long period of 'adjustment,' during which one will face challenges from the fallen god's will... Only when the new god 'absorbs' the 'divine position' can the complete death of the previous god be declared..."

Sulu was certainly aware of this danger.

Even fallen gods have the potential to be resurrected; they are the greatest challenge to the new gods.

Even if they achieve final victory, after numerous battles of wills and interactions of mutual influence, penetration, and fusion, will the new god truly remain the same as before?

"Thank you both for clearing up my doubts!"

Sulu bowed sincerely; this was divine knowledge that countless professionals dreamed of!

For those aspiring to godhood, it is an unparalleled temptation.

"So... speaking of which, do you two know the origin of the [Planeswalker] class? Is it really related to Demon? And in this dream, is there any specific information about the fifth and sixth tiers of this class?"

He asked again.

Peeking into the realm of the gods now, aside from broadening one's knowledge, has little practical significance.

Sulu hasn't even reached the peak of the fifth-tier [Planeswalker] class, and there's still no information on the sixth-tier class.

"The career paths in our world have all drawn Inspiration, to varying degrees, from extraordinary beings, from the Spirit World, from gods... However, the [Planeswalker] is indeed an exception; it's an imported profession. So... it really is possible that it was brought by Demon..."

Angie chuckled.

"A foreign profession? That's one too..."

Sulu thought of himself; if he left a legacy in the Dragon World, then the Dragon World would have the [Planeswalker] class.

Professionals in this field are skilled at traveling the world and have no idea where the origin is.

"Perhaps this dream truly contains information about [Planeswalker] and other professions..."

Angie added another sentence.

"What? Really?"

Sulu was overjoyed, but a thought struck him: 'Something's not right... How could it be such a coincidence? Sivinardo happens to possess the inheritance? Unless...'

"That's right."

Angie's expression suddenly turned cold.

Crash! Bang!

The windows and doors closed automatically, and darkness enveloped everything.

Only the faint glow emanating from the spirit body formed the sole source of light in this area.

"What you do?"

Sulu felt a slight chill in the void.

"Pretending! You're still pretending!"

Angie's long dress turned blood-red again, and her eyes became a deep crimson. "Didn't you already know that Sivinardo [Planeswalker] and were preparing to inherit His legacy? Otherwise... why did you risk so much to enter the Dream of the Ancient God?"

"What?"

Sulu was utterly astonished. "Sivinardo... is on the [Planeswalker] path? This...!"

After calming down, he realized there was actually a slight possibility.

After all, Words of Arrogance were a mysterious ability that Sivinardo developed later.

Prior to this, Sulu knew nothing of His abilities; the only things He had shown were dreams and His harmonious connection with the Spirit World.

These elements are also present in [Planeswalker]!

"Despicable human, you want to inherit all of this, to control all of this?" Angie's voice turned shrill. "You want to steal my treasure?"

"Dora!"

Sulu's expression turned cold. "And you? Do you think so too?"

"I... I don't know."

Dora's timid voice came from all around.

She had just voluntarily 'closed' the villa, which was actually a ritual to create a sealed space and prevent Sulu from escaping.

"Sigh..." Sulu sighed deeply, "I saved you all!"

Although I already knew that the mental state of [Necro-Spirit] professionals was very unstable, I didn't expect it to be this unstable.

Or rather, everyone in this world is constantly changing every day.

If this is true for humans, how much more so for spirits?

The nature of their profession, and perhaps the influence of the Mad God, combined with all these factors, turned the originally kind sisters into the very thing he least wanted to see.

"You saved us once, so I just repaid you with my knowledge... Be grateful, it's a secret that even fifth or sixth-tier professionals outside might not know."

Angie's expression turned icy cold. "If you understand, then you can die!"

She stared at Sulu: "[Wicked Spirit] all possess unique and bizarre abilities, and my ability is assimilation!"

When Angie's long dress turned completely blood-red, Sulu felt a strange connection forming between him and Angie.

I love blood!

Angie grinned maliciously, a small silver knife appearing in his hand as he slowly slashed his own arm.

This level of physical attack is completely immune to [Wicked Spirit].

But Sulu stared at his arm, where a scratch had appeared. "To bear the same kind of damage? How strange..."

"Huh? You... aren't alive?"

Angie stared at Sulu's wound.

There was no blood flowing out there, only a black shadow moving about.

"You got it right, but there's no reward."

Sulu shifted his feet, his speed increasing dramatically, and he arrived at a shadowy spot, where Thaumaturgy Card appeared in his hand.

Boom!

Flames exploded, revealing Dora's figure behind the furniture. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

As the girl apologized, she conjured up an old-fashioned camera in her hand.

Bang!

A flash of white light appeared.

Sulu's vision was suddenly illuminated; he had completely lost his sight.

"No matter what you are, just die!"

Two cold sensations traveled through my skin, one after the other.

Sulu suddenly felt like he couldn't move.

"Damn... I can't believe I've been taken down here?"

He gave a wry smile, and then his figure exploded.

"What happened, sister?"

The window opened, and Dora, reverting to her timid demeanor, asked.

"He's a puppet, and there's someone manipulating him behind the scenes!"

Angie made a quick decision. "Let's leave immediately!"

Tap tap!

Tap tap!

Just then, a terrifying pressure rushed over.

A terrifying darkness descended.

A Black-Robed Knight riding Skeleton Horse appeared out of thin air, his eyes, burning with black flames, fixed on the two sisters who had just stepped out of their house. "You... are guilty!"