Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 849 - 163: Your Professional Certification (2)

For this reason, when Meiliya followed Solan, who had been captured by the Imperial Army, all the way here, she was somewhat excited.

If the entire prison is viewed as a contaminated zone, it would mean that there exists an "Evil God" in their world as well. The Other Shore confidently told her that only an "Evil God" could create a space situated between reality and void.

"Before leaving this cell, you need to reassess your current level."

Meiliya proudly displayed her recently acquired knowledge to Solan, "You are probably at a mid-level within the third-tier Transcendent."

This was information she painstakingly acquired from the Other Shore.

The mirrored world's profession division and rating system for Transcendents is far more detailed than theirs. In institutions like the Astrology Guild, they have clear "vocational skills" exams from the first to fourth tier, and in the recent reforms pushed by Rowena, there has been further segmentation within the same tier and a focus on the spell domains each Magician excels in, to assess each Magician's value more precisely.

In contrast, their profession system is more of a ragtag group, with no authoritative official bodies to help them recognize their positioning. This also results in a "High-tier Transcendent" having differences as vast as heaven and earth.

"And I, in my prime, reached the mid-range level of a fourth-tier Transcendent!"

Meiliya held her head high.

Even in the place where the Other Shore resides, this is considered quite an achievement. One could attain a "professor" level title in various Transcendent official institutions, receiving hefty research grants from the cabinet each quarter.

This manifests in battle, where she could single-handedly take on an entire Hero Squad in a skirmish.

As for beyond the fourth tier, it's a realm only a handful can step into.

— The Saint.

Entering this domain would have you recorded in the annals of various official institutions, marking you as one of the top-tier elites across the entire continent. The former empire, even on the surface, became a powerful nation sweeping across the continent with just two Saints.

Of course, that's a thing of the past now.

When it came to the topic of Saints, the Other Shore mentioned an unavoidable name — Ethan.

This young man from a border town of the empire deconstructed the essence of Saints and, for the first time, proposed a theory for ascending to Sainthood. He righted the wrongs, helping people clarify the relationships between Saints, True Gods, Middle-Level Gods, and their connections to Evil Gods.

Meiliya naturally inquired about the Other Shore's "professional certification," but regarding this matter, the Other Shore remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge anything, not even after treating her to drinks and food.

She had reached that· level·!

It was always such ambiguous, yet infuriating, answers.

"So, as just a mere third-tier, solo battles won't work, but I discovered some information about your friend while scavenging in that fatty's room."

"Lance?"

Solan immediately responded.

Zophie mentioned that Lance was also escorted to the Imperial Capital, and he was later transferred to the Imperial Prison by the Simpler Clan.

But this was all part of Lance's plan. Upon returning to the Imperial Capital, Lance realized that relying on his own strength was insufficient to bring about any change for the country, and in a place like the Imperial Capital, where people were highly brainwashed, he couldn't find any allies.

Thus, during his incarceration, Lance found inspiration.

The Imperial Prison housed many wrongfully imprisoned inmates, among them brave knights who once dared to challenge the empire, and reportedly, many Transcendents were escorted into prison by the Imperial Army, meaning he was sure to find many like-minded friends in the Imperial Prison.

"But for you, this might be bad news."

"Why?"

"The fatty referred to Lance as a special prisoner in the prison records; in just a few days, he was transferred from the first level to the fifth level — yes, your friend had been here too."

Meiliya said, "That fatty didn't like him and didn't dare to eat him because he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something terrifying hidden inside your friend's body."

This statement appeared very abnormal in the prison records of the fatty.

The King of Gluttony was indiscriminate, and apart from Lance, there's no record of him ever rejecting food in the prison records. Usually, those prisoners, during their transfer, wouldn't be turned into his appetizers, merely because the fatty, without going berserk, overcame his appetite.

"Your friend is advancing deeper into the prison, which means if you wish to find him in the prison, you'll stray farther from the exit. It's worth mentioning that the Eldest Prince and the empire's chancellor have also been transferred to the fifth level because… that is the deepest place 'humans' can reach."

Meiliya asked, "Decide now, find a way to reach the fifth level to find your friend, or flee with your tail between your legs?"

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Meanwhile, elsewhere.

When Cedric Thorn opened his eyes again, sweat droplets like beans were trickling down his cheeks, a feeling of debilitating weakness invading his consciousness, making even clenching his fist a struggle.

After downing that strange "drink," his vision had changed.

He found himself in an unfamiliar place, deep within the forest, a camp established by human survivors, where he met an Elemental Shaper named McCarthy Delin.

Humans were facing a war.

In case of defeat, the entire human civilization would be annihilated.

No time for contemplation, Cedric threw himself into the war.

Fanatic Believers, Warlords, Monsters…

They were unprecedented formidable enemies, foes that couldn't be defeated even with maximum effort, each reckless challenge bringing the most direct punishment — he died countless times on the battlefield, and after every death, he would awaken in that forest, meeting the Elemental Shaper McCarthy Delin once more.

This cycle continued until he defeated a being with blades for wings, shrouded in armor with an obscured face.

It was called the Warlord.

When Cedric finally pierced through the Warlord's chest, bringing the invincible foe crashing down from the clouds, he finally awoke.

Hallucination?

Cedric immediately realized the place he was in; he had spent several months in the hallucination, but in reality, not much time seemed to have passed.

Next, he noticed the changes in the Prison Warden, leaving all his questions lodged in his throat.

He felt an unprecedented pressure from the Prison Warden, and that snake-like woman's image seemed to have transformed, with the brilliance of black and white intertwining behind her, like peering into the cosmos and stars from those snake eyes.

That was the same aura as the Warlord.

His perception had grown stronger.

Only because of this did he first discern the woman's true form.

"Congratulations, it seems your transformation went smoothly."

The Prison Warden kept smiling, "What you experienced was the war that the omniscient and omnipotent He once went through, although the Warlord you encountered was a weakened specimen — if you run into such a thing in the real world, don't recklessly rush up to die again."

Countless questions arose.

"What… exactly are you?"

Cedric asked.

Perhaps, as the Prison Warden said, he had completed his transformation.

"Don't you already have the answer deep in your heart?"

The Prison Warden didn't directly answer his question, her amber snake eyes firmly locking onto Cedric until she seemed to glimpse something amusing.

For a moment, Cedric actually felt the Prison Warden and the Other Shore's appearances overlapping.

"That's right, I've reached that· level·."