My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 265 - 166: Promotion to Calamity Patrol Envoy and the Perverted Tyrant

Chapter 265: Chapter 166: Promotion to Calamity Patrol Envoy and the Perverted Tyrant

“This…” Sang Hanhai frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Su Chen. Quite the opposite. He had seen cases like this before, where someone would fail to change professions despite the help of multiple Translators, only to succeed later when they tried secretly on their own.

But the stakes here were high.

“Then let him prepare on his own,” Pu Zhenghong said, shaking his head. “Some things just can’t be forced.”

Since even Pu Zhenghong had said so, Sang Hanhai didn’t press the issue.

Old Pu still had to research the Divine Language, so Sang Hanhai led Su Chen away, bringing something up as they walked.

“When we made the trade for the Saint the other day, I noticed that while Tang Chen and Wu Chenpei looked troubled, they didn’t seem completely hopeless.”

“Perhaps that Hongxuan really can do it. Maybe he truly hasn’t killed anyone before. If that’s the case, it would be a godsend for Yuan Capital,” Sang Hanhai sighed.

A thought crossed Su Chen’s mind. It wasn’t impossible to cheat when changing professions. He had seen Zhang Hengyu do it, and the Judicial Court had plenty of its own unorthodox methods.

’Becoming a Saint isn’t necessarily difficult; the main requirement is simply not to kill. It’s quite possible Yuan Capital really does have some shady method for it.’

Hearing Sang Hanhai bring this up, Su Chen thought of something else. “By the way, have the professions Yuan Capital offered as compensation arrived yet?”

Sang Hanhai was still worried about Hongxuan potentially becoming a Saint. Hearing Su Chen’s question, he couldn’t help but glare at him. “You’re still thinking about that?”

Su Chen was baffled. ’Wasn’t this what they promised?’

Sang Hanhai felt that Su Chen wasn’t the least bit concerned, but then he reconsidered. It was rather irresponsible of them to suddenly place the burden of “saving the world” on Su Chen’s shoulders.

“Don’t take it to heart,” he sighed again.

Su Chen was even more at a loss for words. ’What’s with Old Sang today?’

“It’s fine,” Su Chen said, indicating he didn’t mind. Sang Hanhai composed himself and said, “Yuan Capital provided two professions in total as compensation for the deception involving the Wise Man and the Spiritualist.”

“One of them was one we designated—an Upper-tier Profession for a certain Tier Six profession,” Sang Hanhai snorted. “The other is a special profession.”

“Yuan Capital, those bastards!”

Sang Hanhai swore again.

“What is it?” Su Chen asked. “Is the profession garbage?”

“If the profession were too simple, we wouldn’t want it anyway,” Sang Hanhai said, shaking his head coldly. “The profession is actually decent, but the problem is, its requirements are too much of a hassle.”

“Yuan Capital is banking on the fact that even if we get it, we’ll most likely just shelve it.”

’The requirements are too difficult?’

Su Chen’s eyes lit up. ’I like difficult requirements. It’d be even better if it were a tougher nut to crack. The Great Venerable likes tough nuts.’

“Let me take a look,” Su Chen said, leaning in.

“I knew it,” Sang Hanhai said with a look of helpless resignation. “Why are you so interested in unknown professions? You haven’t completed the Armored Bone Warrior profession, have you? And you’ve probably forgotten all about the Reverser, too.”

“These things take time to chip away at.”

Su Chen replied, “Just because I don’t have time now doesn’t mean I won’t have time later.”

“You always have an answer, don’t you, kid?” Sang Hanhai shook his head. Grumbling aside, he had promised this to Su Chen, so he led him to the laboratory.

He knew the details of the profession, but he certainly couldn’t discuss them out in the open.

…

[Special Profession Discovered: Tyrant. Fulfill the requirements to acquire this profession.]

[Requirement 1: For six months, endure at least one type of life-threatening, high-intensity pain daily without interruption (e.g., severe burns, frostbite, acid corrosion, electric shock, etc.). The type of pain cannot be repeated within any five-day period.]

[Requirement 2: Be able to find pleasure in pain.]

[Requirement 3: Pierce the heart with a Weeping Blood Iron Branch for three days to undergo the Coronation of Suffering.]

In the laboratory, Su Chen listened to the requirements and stared at the panel that had appeared before him, his expression darkening. Not a single one of the three requirements was normal.

’’Find pleasure in pain’… No wonder Old Sang looked so constipated.’

“So now you get it.”

Seeing the dark look on Su Chen’s face, Sang Hanhai was actually amused. He picked up his teacup and took a leisurely sip.

“What are this profession’s abilities?” Su Chen asked. ’It seemed like a hassle, but it wasn’t in the impossible-to-complete category. It was just extremely selective.’

“According to Tang Chen, after successfully acquiring this profession, the Professional can convert physical damage and pain into berserk kinetic energy. The more severe the injuries, the greater the self-enhancement—an all-around enhancement.”

At this point, Sang Hanhai paused, then shook his head. “It is indeed powerful, but erupting with great strength when severely injured is not necessarily a good thing. The body itself might give out first.”

It was a paradox: the more mangled the body, the stronger the power burst. But by then, the body would be as fragile as paper. You’d fall apart before you could even take down the enemy.

You can’t judge any profession by its abilities alone; you also have to consider its practical application in a real-world environment.

As he said this, he glanced at Su Chen, only to see the kid staring into space, lost in thought.

’He probably lost interest after hearing the requirements.’ Sang Hanhai wasn’t surprised.

’This guy really is something else,’ Su Chen thought, at a loss for words as he looked at the panel. This time, there were several lines of text.

[Pain is not the price, but the fuel. Trauma is not the end, but the beginning. The Tyrant always adheres to the creed of suffering. When he came face-to-face with the majestic form of the Saint Venerable, he couldn’t help but tremble and weep, begging the Great Venerable to bestow upon him the most agonizing torture as a sign of his highest respect.]

Seeing this, Su Chen was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had seen someone actively ask for a beating.

But he immediately grew hopeful. ’It’d be even better if the Great Venerable gave him a concussion.’

[The Great Venerable ignored him. The Tyrant was disappointed.]

’Sigh… I didn’t get to see the result I wanted,’ Su Chen sighed inwardly.

’The Tyrant was different from the Law Enforcer. He hadn’t been disrespectful to the Great Venerable; on the contrary, he held him in the highest esteem. His method of showing it was just different from the other professions.’

And below that, there was another line of text—

[Then, the Tyrant looked at the other professions in the corner, shaking his head in disgust, wondering why this trash was allowed to be in the same place as the Great Venerable Red Flame Thunder Resonator.

The other professions were stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage and swarmed him.

Amidst the beating, the Tyrant let out a groan of pleasure.]

Su Chen couldn’t help but chuckle. ’He’s pretty smart, provoking the ordinary professions but not daring to provoke the Great Venerable. The guy just wants to be tormented, not beaten into a concussion.’

But what surprised him the most was the last line of text.

[Tyrant profession requirements integrated. Current progress: 1%]

’The three requirements have been consolidated into a progress bar?’

Su Chen raised an eyebrow. ’Does this mean as long as I beat him into a state of bliss, I can acquire the profession directly?’