blueteamnovel Chapter 68 68: Who's More of a Scammer?
Chapter 68 68: Who's More of a Scammer?
Orson finally understood why this particular job class had never been properly awakened.
Hell-level difficulty!
This was the second hardest level of a task in Infinite Dimensions, one that only those who could defy human limits could complete. Most players, even those in hardcore mode, never got the chance to touch it. The wealthiest and most powerful players, even those who could afford to buy any information they needed, usually gave up on this S-class job due to the ridiculous requirements, choosing instead to delete their accounts and start over.
Dragon King's Horn, Titan's Eye—these super-saint materials sounded so fantastical, they felt more like a myth than reality.
For these players, with their vast wealth, they could buy any S-class job, so why waste time grinding for these impossible materials?
"SSS-class job... Ugh, this is a nice pie in the sky."
In Infinite Dimensions, most S-class job players appeared in the late game, like ShatteredCrown's awakened Forbidden Sorcerer or Usher's Divine Archer. As for 3S jobs, those were known as god-tier jobs, and though the website had mentioned them, no one had ever managed to awaken them.
And now, Orson was faced with this impossible task. It was hard to tell whether to laugh or cry.
"Damned chosen one!" Orson muttered angrily, feeling the urge to take immediate action and save the players from this scam, so no one else would fall into this old man's trap.
However, just as he was about to act, the attributes of Flame Fosset popped up in front of him.
Level 80, the same as Ice River, a Saint Swordmaster.
His health wasn't as exaggerated as Ice River's, but it was still an astonishing 30 million. Orson's fiery anger dissipated immediately when he saw the stats.
"Fine, I'll hold off. When my strength is up, I'll be the first to wipe you off the map!" Orson cursed inwardly.
Infinite Dimensions was a world where the strong dominated. If you couldn't win, you had to back off. The truth was, the law of the jungle applied here, and even if he was getting scammed by this old bastard, Orson had no choice but to endure.
"Activate Chaos Magic Tree. It will cost 15 talent points."
A system message popped up, and Orson took a deep breath, calming himself. He knew that this job class required a lot of talent points, so he wasn't too surprised by the cost.
It was a one-way street now. If he gave up on the task, he'd never be able to awaken the class, which would essentially ruin the character he had worked so hard to build. He had no choice but to go forward.
"Congratulations, you've become a Junior Chaos Mage!"
The Chaos Magic Tree lit up, with layers of gray mist swirling around it, finally revealing the first basic talent: Chaos Magic Ball.
Orson was surprised. Even after awakening an S-class job, there was no world announcement. He realized it had to do with the incomplete scroll. For now, this wasn't truly the awakening of an S-class job.
"Is this an enhancement to regular attacks?" Orson wondered as he checked the talent description.
"Whatever, I'll go with it for now," Orson muttered to himself.
"Good, good! My chosen disciple, as always, my judgment is impeccable!"
Flame Fosset walked over with a grin and started fondling Orson's face like he was examining a piece of meat.
"Of course, who are you, the great sect leader?" Orson forced a smile, clearly irritated with the old man's condescending actions.
"Yes, yes, my young disciple, your future is in your hands. It's up to you to complete the tasks within six months!" Flame Fosset grinned, leading Orson to the next part of his plan.
Orson didn't care about the old man's antics. Instead, he lifted his staff and fired a basic attack.
The Chaos Magic Ball launched, a burst of elemental magic flying towards the dilapidated church.
Fire, water, earth, and wind exploded, triggering multiple effects at once.
The half-collapsed wall of the church crumbled.
"What are you doing?!" Flame Fosset's expression changed immediately, rushing over to stop him.
Orson moved to the side, coldly smiling, "You wanted to repair the church, right? I'll help you demolish it first so you can rebuild!"
With that, two stone vines, powered by multiple elements, burst forth from the ground and began wreaking havoc inside the church.
It didn't take long before the entire church was in ruins, its foundation completely ripped up. The scene was utter destruction.
Orson wasn't done yet. He summoned The Flame Dragon and set the village on fire. The surrounding villagers rushed out, yelling and asking for compensation.
"YOU!!! How dare you do this?!" Flame Fosset yelled in fury, his face turning red.
Orson feigned innocence. "Sect Leader, don't worry. The Chaos Sect is rich and powerful—burning down a few houses is nothing! We need to clear space for the new church!"
"YOU BURNED DOWN WHAT?!" Flame Fosset's face turned purple.
Orson laughed loudly, enjoying the moment. He knew the villagers couldn't hurt him—since he hadn't attacked any of the NPCs, they wouldn't retaliate.
"Only a few dozen houses? It's nothing! The Chaos Church should be the largest and most luxurious in the Empire! Burning the houses is just making space for the new church!"
Orson kept talking, burning down every building in the village, making sure Flame Fosset knew that he was in charge.
Flame Fosset was beyond furious, his blood pressure skyrocketing, as he futilely tried to manage the situation while villagers cursed him out.