Chapter 2234 - 809: The World of Professionals

Russell can understand the underlying meaning of the teacher’s words.

The only advantage in their world is that no one receives special treatment; at most, someone might be a bit luckier.

But that luck only makes their journey a bit smoother, in a world where circumstances are difficult, it merely offers a glimmer of hope.

Wanting to claim supremacy or reach any pinnacle is a mere dream.

Living relies solely on one’s own struggle... having better talents makes the journey a bit easier, but hoping to not strive is hopeless.

Even those living seemingly good lives in Sia Tower are actually struggling on a different battlefield.

But this so-called fairness also results in another outcome... until the last moment, the World Will is unaware that its existence is in peril.

When it realizes it is close to being shattered, that’s when it’s on the brink of complete dormancy.

Days like today only suggest that their world is not meant to perish.

Anyway, whether there is a World Master or not has its advantages and disadvantages.

It all depends on the luck of each world... theirs is the one without a World Master, surviving solely through self-reproduction!

Who knows if the World Will cannot produce a World Master due to the unique dual core structure?

Yet Russell can glean some insight from the teacher... such a world, only having the Sun God and the Moon Goddess, naturally suits the development of Professionals, especially Mages.

But it shouldn’t be only Mages.

He has been observing the Undead Tribe’s battle all along.

Then, he somewhat understands why the teacher and those deities aren’t preventing the Undead Tribe’s chaos.

Only by witnessing the colorful battle styles of the Undead Tribe can people in this world shatter the mindset of ’Mage is the only way’.

No matter how tightly those in the Defense Tower regulate ordinary people, the magnificent battles will instantly collapse their control.

In the past, only those with Mage talents could reach life’s peak and possess the privilege to live... this concept is about to dissolve completely.

The Undead Tribe doesn’t need to promote any profession.

As long as people realize that ordinary people can also confront Mages, they will naturally head towards Dawn Tower.

He takes a deep breath and turns to Carpenter: "Carpenter, stop staring at your book, come over, and watch the way the Undead Tribe fights.

Our world’s battle styles are likely to change completely in the future."

Even if the Mage battles are ferocious, they are somewhat rigid... just knowing the wave of spells, understanding the gestures, and when your opponent raises a hand, you can guess how to defend.

Thus, in the end, Mages rely on mana suppression... of course, this refers to top-level Mages.

Low-rank Mages are irrelevant; it’s normal for a Fireball or Ice Arrow exchange.

Why do Mage Apprentices and Low-rank Mages rely only on their teacher for status? Without one, life is hard, fundamentally because they are really of no use.

In this world, it’s only when you become a Mid-level Magician that you start having some genuine utility.

Therefore, Low-rank Mages and apprentices can only gain some sense of existence from ordinary people.

After all, even the mightiest Mage cannot let relatives without mana live in the Magic Tower.

Without Mage talents, the best one can do is lead a miserable life in Mage Town... the more joyful the memories before adulthood, the tougher life becomes thereafter.

Though some can endure the pain with strong willpower, most cannot accept that reality.

If not all siblings lack Mage talents, that pain becomes even harder to bear.

Many Mage Apprentices live not so well but find solace in the happiness of wealthy people who will never truly be joyful.

Regardless of whether the Magic Tower’s atmosphere is benevolent or evil, Mage Town is filled with restless and cold vibes.

Even though the Hainarson Family is relatively harmonious, compared to others... at least everyone lives with a bit more dignity.

However, once ordinary people know there are alternatives aside from being Mages... even if they may lack talents, their children might not be so unfortunate.

Russell muses that being able to survive in this cruel environment, even undertaking long journeys to find a place to survive, suggests ordinary people might not be completely devoid of touching upon professionalism.

Of course, what assures Russell about the future direction is their teacher’s statement ’this world is suited for Professionals’.

Teacher Hill never speaks without purpose.

He must have sensed something to say such words.

The interactions of recent years have made Russell unwavering in his faith in his teacher’s almost prophetic abilities.

Naturally, his trust is normal.

Hill’s reasoning process might not always be correct, but his conclusions are consistently precise.

With a light sigh, Hill turns to Lansendel: "Do you plan to just watch them fight?"

"William says they need a wild place," Lansendel smiles, "this world seems quite suitable.

It’s all wilderness, and it’s hard to find a place with people.

Wild ones, even if they look human, are basically not human.

No need to worry about the Undead Tribe causing too much trouble, harming ordinary people, right?

Wouldn’t it be more suitable for the Undead Tribe to open a battlefield than the former Aesces?"

Hill blinked: "Are you planning to turn this world into an unrestricted battle arena?"

"Not at all, any area 10 kilometers outside of a town cannot enter massacre mode." Lansendel tilted his head, "But inside towns, they have the right to counterattack natives who first struck them."

Hill didn’t find this peculiar.

In this world, the Undead Tribe is truly abundant.

Although most people have the sense to know they’re not to be messed with, there’s always someone who thinks they have what it takes.

He turned to look at Shaer, and then stared at Lansendel asking: "Are you, are you planning to spread professional knowledge in this world?

Why?"

"Very interesting." Shaer softly interjected from behind them, "Witnessing the process of a profession from nothing to existence, this will greatly aid us in constructing our own follower’s divine arts system."

Hill could not quite comprehend.

Don’t they already have many dedicated divine arts?

"The Toril deities’ followers have always been semi-finished." Lansendel tilted his head, "Initially, we learned from the Elf Deity System, later realized it wasn’t quite suitable, then learned a lot from those foreign God Systems.

Good to use, indeed.

But Hill, what’s learned from others, even if it’s finally transformed to suit oneself, it’s still someone else’s core.

Our Chosen, no matter how powerful, rely on divine power and divine artifacts, not their own strength.

But, I’ve seen the Chosen of other worlds, they can completely rely on those divine arts to confront gods and demons, to counterbalance mages.

But in Toril, aside from Mystra’s Chosen, the others cannot.

My followers are strong because they dare to risk everything, they dare to act, but... it doesn’t mean their strength is adequate.

Like Josh, he clearly has the demigod level, yet his strength... isn’t as good as your Murderous Vine.

If not, someone with Josh’s temperament wouldn’t have to rely on such means to wait for an opportunity to connect with me.

He’s not afraid to die, but afraid to die meaninglessly.

Yet, if it was you, Hill... even if entering was a kind of adventure, at least you know you have a chance to escape, right?"

Hill could only nod.

What could he say?

If not for the presence of the Undead Tribe rendering Sel’s undead army meaningless.

If not for Edna’s Path of Destiny opening early, exposing the Tiefling and the Haber family’s conspiracy... most importantly, the most dangerous divine artifact falling into Shaer’s hands.

The occurrence of these two events left the Red Robes Governor of Sel nestled in his own fort, unable to move, and Lansendel estimated he’d witness his Chosen being fed into a filthy chair by that great bald head as nourishment.

Besides, the great bald leader under Red Robes sent in not only the Chosen of this house.

Indeed, these Chosen, in front of a true Archmage, are powerless to resist.

The opponent merely suppressed their divine power with the help of demon’s strength, not preventing them from using divine arts.

Later, Lansendel truly initiated the Amanata disguise plan, not entirely because he was bored to madness.

However, it seems the Toril deities had long discovered the weakness in their Chosen.

The matter with the Goddess of Magic is different; her Chosen, even if weaker, have the foundation of a Seventh Circle Mage.

Hill slightly let go of his worries... it seems Lansendel and Shaer, and possibly other hidden Toril gods, have the main objective of observing the wisdom of ordinary people in this chaotic battleground.

In other worlds, even if Lansendel and Shaer wanted to take it slow, waiting for humans to perceive the enlightenment points of those professions... there would inevitably be those detrimental to others with no gain, making trouble.

Moreover, they would appear under the guise of ’Savior’... teaching someone to fish, what a huge merit!

For the ordinary people of this world, it’s indeed a good thing.

Hill actually originally thought Lansendel would do this.

But now it seems, he only plans to be an observer.

Although he will protect the area covered by the Dawn Tower, he completely doesn’t plan to participate in the actual ecology of this world.

Hill doesn’t think Lansendel would be so ruthless.

Then there’s only one reason... the will of Styx.