Pillar of Yita

Hilveld seemed to have more confidence in him than he did, giving him an encouraging look. Though she wore a veil, the slender figure and extraordinary demeanor of the girl alone drew frequent sideways glances.

As a result, Fang Hong also became the center of everyone’s attention—

Just as Fang Hong reached out his hand, close to the Holy Altar, mysterious information began to emerge in his mind. That information was then reflected in the system:

Innovator

’An ancient profession made anew under the arched embrace of the Star Patron, blessing those who step forward—’

Calculative Power +10%, Resistance +10%, Cognitive Experience acquisition +10%

For a moment, Fang Hong was taken aback.

While the Holy Power enhancement for others was a momentary affair, Fang Hong’s abnormal reaction undoubtedly attracted the attention of those nearby. A monk sent him a surprised glance, but didn’t ask anything.

Titles are a personal privacy; if the baptized doesn’t speak of it themselves, the authorities of the Holy Sanctuary would not inquire unsolicited.

Hilveld also raised her eyebrows, sensing something, but the astute girl, with a thought, chose not to ask. As for the other Invokers nearby, they had no such reservations and kindly spoke up:

”Friend, are you alright? What title do you have?”

Fang Hong shook his head, not saying a word, but the astonishment in his heart was hard to express in the moment.

An unheard-of title was one thing—Eteliria’s professional titles were myriad, and it was not strange for some to be unfamiliar to him, but the description was somewhat unexpected. Usually, the description for a professional title provides an explanation of that profession.

For instance, a Construct Lord is ’a Master of Intricacy, the Overlord of the Domain of Thought, the Commander of Constructs—’, while a Supreme One is ’the true practitioner of Magic Guided Engineering, both a craftsman and a warrior—’.

’An ancient profession made anew under the arched embrace of the Star Patron, blessing those who step forward—’, such an odd phrase was truly perplexing, not to mention those formidable triple enhancements.

A 30% triple enhancement, Fang Hong had never heard of such.

The Holy Power enhancement for a craftsman comes from the blessing of Angina, the Recorder of knowledge seekers.

A spark crossed Fang Hong’s mind, and without realizing it, he looked up as if trying to decipher a hint from this deity, the embodiment of knowledge and truth in the world, and what exactly she intended to convey to him?

But the Holy Icon of Angina remained as solemn and quiet as ever, without any sign.

He withdrew his hand, and gazed at the title on the semi-transparent Light Page of the system—Innovator. Eteliria’s innovators were countless, with new paths unveiling before people’s eyes every moment.

But he faintly thought that his title might be related to the Non-Attribute Crystal he inherited from Hain Famm. If the Non-Attribute Crystal truly reemerged in the world through his hands, perhaps it really would be an innovation revolutionary enough to change everything.

But was it really so?

Fang Hong felt something wasn’t quite right. The enhancements for Calculative Power and experience acquisition were somewhat common, likely originating from the paths of Artisan Master and Construct Lord, but the enhancement for Resistance was somewhat incomprehensible.

Was it to make him tougher? But an Alchemist’s Resistance was inherently poor.

He did not speak, but it didn’t stop others from whispering among themselves, as his actions were quite abnormal:

”This guy is really strange.”

”Judging by his appearance, he’s just an ordinary Alchemist, what title could he possibly have?”

”Maybe the enhancements were too low, and he’s embarrassed to mention it?”

Fang Hong listened to these words, but kept silent. He was past the age of flaunting things, moreover, he had a plethora of trouble chasing after him. After paying for the Holy Water—which was essentially a processing fee—he concisely left with Hilveld without looking back.

Miss Ship’s Officer followed silently behind, not asking further. She was well aware that the young man had some secrets. Being the owner of the Fairy Dragon Soul, his title might very well be Dragon Knight, and of course, he wouldn’t reveal it in public.

Fang Hong did feel somewhat apologetic, and it was then he whispered to her, ”My title is a bit special, the enhancements are quite high.”

Hilveld lightly smiled and nodded, ”Understood.”

As for what she understood, Fang Hong himself was not clear.

Just as the two intended to leave this place of contention, contrary to their wishes, as they approached the hall’s entrance, a ragged man stumbled in from outside, colliding with them. The man seemed frantic, not even looking ahead, and directly bumped into Fang Hong.

Fang Hong staggered, but instead of apologizing or looking back, the man merely brushed past him and hurried forward.

Fang Hong didn’t mind whether the man apologized or not, but Hilveld was right behind him. Instinctively, he reached back and grabbed the man’s arm. Due to the force from both sides, the man lost balance and fell forwards.

The man shook his head before getting up and then turned to glare fiercely at Fang Hong. When Fang Hong caught the man’s gaze, he was taken aback—those eyes were blood-red, unhuman.

Those eyes instantly brought back many memories—the citizens of Dolifen’s Phantom Realm, controlled by Dragon Worshippers.

”You...”

He spoke without thinking.

But it seemed the man didn’t care about him at all, just glanced at him once, then turned and kept running in that direction.

Fang Hong suddenly realized the danger. This person must be related to the Dragon Worshippers, and his relationship with them couldn’t be said to be on the verge of fire and water, but it wasn’t far off—especially considering Miss Atira’s side, and Mr. Kid’s deep-seated grudge of the Blood Sea.