Sakeer sat in quiet contemplation, his gaze fixed on Crusch Lulu, who sat directly across from him.
Her eyes were dull, unfocused—as if lost in thought.
After meticulously checking his status panel, he confirmed it once more—there was no sign of any dragon-related profession.
A sense of suspicion crept into Sakeer's mind.
Does she even possess the skills of this profession?
If she had truly mastered such abilities, then his skills should have been able to analyze and extract information about the class.
Yet—there was nothing.
Crusch Lulu was classified as a "Lizardman Awakening Ancient Species".
The class she had, related to dragons, was likely tied to her bloodline inheritance rather than a learned skill.
Sakeer recalled that her class level was only 1—it was entirely possible that she wasn't even aware she possessed this profession.
If that's the case... then there's no point dwelling on it.
Sakeer let the matter drop, shifting his focus to his experience bar.
His expression hardened.
"It's time to level up."
With a single thought—
Boom!
A surge of experience points flooded into his [Magic Swordsman] class.
The level counter flickers rapidly, climbing in an instant—
Max Level Reached.
Sakeer's body trembled slightly, his breath hitching as a wave of raw magic power coursed through him.
A powerful, invisible pressure radiated from his form.
The lit candles within the wooden house flickered—
Then—
Dimmed.
[Innate Ability][Player]
[Overall Level]Lv36
Experience: 25,775 / 120,000
[Skill Points]67
[Attribute Panel]Justice Value:51 → 23(Neutral)
HP:313 → 373(+29%)
MP:128 → 188(+14%)
Physical Attack:313 → 373(+29%)
Physical Defense:248(+19%)
Dexterity:213(+16%)
Magical Attack:158 → 218(+17%)
Magical Defense:188(+14%)
Combined Resistance:255(+20%)
Specificity:230(+18%)
Total Attribute Growth: +176%
October 16th.
Dawn arrived, casting a warm, golden hue across the land.
Outside the wooden house, Sakeer stood quietly, his eyes closed—sensing the newfound power surging through his veins.
A faint blue glow shimmered around him, flickering softly before stabilizing.
"My mana flow... it's smoother now."
He lifted his right palm, activating magic infusion.
A concentrated sphere of energy—roughly the size of a fist—materialized within his grasp.
With a mere thought, he manipulated it—watching as it shifted forms, morphing effortlessly before reabsorbing it into his body.
"At level 36, I've barely stepped into the realm of heroes in this world."
Taking in a deep breath, he let the humid morning air fill his lungs.
Yet, despite the strength he had gained—
It's still not enough.
Among humans, this level placed him among the strong.
But in the grand scheme of this world—
He was still far too weak.
A small chuckle escaped his lips.
"I didn't expect my Justice Value to drop by 28 points... that's a good thing."
Sakeer had always believed that keeping his Justice Value at zero was the only way to completely negate the effects of certain Justice-based skills and magic.
With [Magic Swordsman] now maxed out, he needed to start planning his next profession.
From the very beginning, Sakeer had considered [Apostle of Calamity] as his second special class, alongside [Valkyrie].
The problem was—
There were no references to this profession anywhere.
The only clues he had came from Mare—who had only revealed a few professions:
[Forest Priest]
[High Forest Priest]
[Nature's Pioneer]
[Forest Mage]
Aside from [Apostle of Calamity], these were the only known classes.
While they formed a clear system, they provided no useful insight into his target class.
At first, Sakeer hadn't paid much attention to Mare.
He hadn't seemed strong.
Besides, he was a strange half-elf who dressed like a girl.
But that changed when he crushed the Holy Kingdom.
Sakeer had seen firsthand how Mare's defense was so overwhelming that even in a novelized retelling, he couldn't be harmed.
Only then did Sakeer truly take notice.
Upon further research, he realized—
Mare was ranked second among the guardians of the Great Tomb.
Only below Shalltear.
Sakeer sighed.
This is giving me a headache.
Even with data analysis and logical deduction, there was nothing to compare against—leaving him completely stuck.
Classes like [High Forest Priest] and [Nature's Pioneer] were likely exclusive to the elves living in the Great Sea of Trees.
However—
That was the domain of the Elven King.
And his power level?
At least Level 70.
If Sakeer went there now—
It would be suicide.
The Elven King could even summon Root Earth Elementals, creatures with an insane defense that exceeded Level 87.
Without a way to counter them, defeating him was impossible.
"If I want to obtain [Apostle of Calamity]... at this stage—"
Sakeer murmured to himself, before shaking his head.
It's not feasible.
For now, he needed to transition through other high-level professions—which meant carefully constructing his career path.
"Forget it."
Pushing aside his racing thoughts, Sakeer turned his gaze toward the wooden house.
There was still something to retrieve.
The lizardman's cauldron magic item.
A firm decision settled in his mind.
With a final glance at his surroundings, Sakeer called out—
"Let's go, Kuro."