Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

During this period, Lance remained wholeheartedly focused on polishing his various combat skills.

However, throughout these three days, aside from the daily mealtimes that never changed, he did not even catch sight of Ayla.

The werewolf girl had locked herself tightly inside the first-floor guest room and entered a completely withdrawn state.

Being mercilessly crushed one-sidedly by someone her own age who had not even undergone class advancement yet, without finding the slightest chance to fight back during the battle, had directly shattered the pride she had always taken such pride in.

Now she spent every day hiding beneath the blankets, clutching her large tail while crazily questioning her entire life.

She had even started seriously wondering whether all the praise from the elders in her clan had actually been lies fabricated together with her aunt purely to protect her dignity.

Perhaps she was not a genius at all, but merely a useless little failure who only knew how to boast.

Regardless of what kind of self-doubt the little wolf girl had fallen into inside her room.

Lance, up in the attic, had welcomed the most perfect peak condition his body had ever reached during these past few days.

After three days of nonstop brutal training, he had forcibly pushed all his skills to the critical threshold for advancement.At this moment, every muscle line across his body was smooth and solid. Merely standing quietly there caused him to radiate the sharpness of a blade drawn from its sheath.

Today was the day of the class advancement ritual.

The clutter piled throughout the attic had already been cleared by Ryan beforehand, leaving an empty open space.

Lance sat cross-legged calmly in the center of the open area, his upper body bare.

Ryan held a crude brush in his hand, dipping it into red paint that emitted a strange smell while drawing circles of complex ritual spell formations onto the wooden floorboards around Lance.

At the exact center where these formations connected stood a brass mirror half the height of a person.

After patiently finishing the final symbol, Ryan set down the brush and turned around to retrieve a small porcelain bowl filled with green powder.

The veteran dipped his finger into some of the pigment and solemnly drew an inverted triangle symbol across Lance’s broad back.

In mysticism, the inverted triangle symbolized overthrow and rebellion.

This symbolism perfectly matched the core Authorities of the hidden god Chaos.

After completing the symbol, Ryan pulled an old coin from his shirt pocket and placed it into Lance’s palm.

Lance lowered his head to examine it.

It was a specially crafted brass coin, with identical thorn patterns engraved on both the front and back sides.

A coin with identical faces on both sides represented cheating in any gamble.

Ryan retreated to the edge of the ritual formation and softly asked,

“Lance, close your eyes now and focus carefully. Can you sense the calling of a class?”

Lance slowly closed his eyes and sensed carefully for a moment before nodding with certainty.

Actually, this mysterious feeling had not suddenly appeared today. It had existed for quite some time already.

His consciousness seemed capable of directly penetrating the limits of flesh, sensing a place extremely high and distant away.

Within that darkness, countless stars continuously called out to him with silent voices.

Among that sea of stars, two stars shone the brightest and clearest.

Lance knew very clearly in his heart that one represented the 【Swordsman】.

And the other, radiating cold silver-white light, was precisely the 【Pale Sentinel】 he had yearned for all this time.

In a world possessing supernatural power, knowledge of classes itself was a kind of power capable of prying open the laws of reality.

It was precisely because Lance thoroughly understood the class advancement conditions for these two classes that the bridge of knowledge could illuminate those two stars so brilliantly.

However, aside from those two stars, he could still vaguely sense many more flickering stars nearby.

Those represented classes whose exact prerequisites he did not understand, but because his personal potential was sufficiently exceptional, those classes were also producing faint resonance with him.

If he wished, he could directly reach out with his consciousness right now toward any one of those stars and forcibly initiate class advancement.

But he would have to be insane to gamble on luck like that. Wasn’t a Legacy Class far superior?

As long as one chose to perform a specific class advancement ritual dedicated to a certain god at this moment, they could obtain additional precious blessings bestowed by the deity while establishing communication with the stars.

Ryan raised his head and glanced toward the narrow skylight in the attic.

A dazzling beam of sunlight happened to shine directly downward. At this exact moment, it was precisely noon.

This was the official timing when followers of Justitian held class advancement rituals inside churches.

But what ordinary people absolutely did not know was.

That this moment of peak radiance was also the best ritual timing for calling upon Chaos, the deity hidden within the shadow of justice.

“The time has come.”

Ryan forcefully stomped his oak cane against the floor, producing a heavy sound. “Begin confirming your class advancement.”

Within the dark sea of stars, Lance’s consciousness precisely locked onto the silver star representing the Pale Sentinel.

He began proactively constructing a bridge of communication within his mind.

As that star slowly descended toward his location, Lance opened his mouth and recited the special prayer he had already memorized long ago.

“Praise the reflection behind the scales, the uncrowned sovereign who toys with fate.”

“Today, I use absurdity as firewood and rebellion as kindling to complete my class advancement here and ignite my Source Furnace.”

“May the world’s common logic be overturned beneath my feet.”

The instant the final words fell.

Lance suddenly opened his eyes.

Raising his right hand, he violently tossed the brass coin symbolizing cheating toward the brass mirror before him.

Yet the coin did not bounce away from the mirror surface as normal logic dictated.

Instead, the brass mirror rippled like water struck by a stone, producing layer after layer of bizarre waves.

The coin passed directly into the depths of the mirror without encountering any obstruction and completely vanished from the real world.

The coin not rebounding clearly proved that Chaos behind the scenes had heard the prayer and responded to the class advancement ritual.

And at that exact moment, the invisible star representing the 【Pale Sentinel】, carrying enormous amounts of class information, completely crashed into the deepest part of Lance’s body.

【Detected divine gaze… Official class advancement initiated】

Boom!

Lance clearly heard a shattering sound erupt from inside his body.

It felt as though invisible shackles wrapped around his soul had been completely destroyed. An unprecedented feeling of freedom instantly surged throughout his entire body, a liberating sensation akin to escaping a prison of flesh.

【……Source Furnace construction beginning】

Immediately afterward, the Aether Energy Pool at the location of Lance’s Solar Wheel began collapsing violently.

The free-floating Aether Energy throughout the surrounding air resembled sharks smelling blood, crazily surging into his body through every pore.

A tremendous explosion sounded from within Lance’s left chest cavity.

A Source Furnace radiating mysterious fluorescent light completely formed at the position of his heart.

The Aether Energy flowing within it was no longer the transparent colorless state it had previously possessed. It had been entirely transformed by the powers of class characteristics.

In the end, it became a mass of silver-white cold fire, quietly burning inside the furnace.

This was precisely the foundational energy mutation effect granted to him by the Pale Sentinel class.

【Source Furnace stabilized… Personal Source Trait generation beginning】

Before Lance could even adapt to this new power filling every part of his body, he suddenly seemed to hear a lofty and majestic dragon roar beside his ears.

Immediately afterward, an incomparably tyrannical crimson flame seemed forcibly torn out from the deepest part of his bloodline.

That crimson fire directly flowed through thick blood vessels into the newborn furnace inside his heart.

The crimson flames and silver-white cold fire violently intertwined together before slowly merging into a strange balance.

This was the deepest core mystery of class power.