I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"All knowledge is passed down from generation to generation through extraordinary characteristics."

"That's why it was able to hide so well during the industrial age."

"There are no records, no evidence; it only flows through oral tradition, inheritance, and mystery."

He paused for a moment, lowering his voice by half an octave.

"That's why the succession of factions is so important."

"A tradition that has never been broken has accumulated a wealth of knowledge that outsiders cannot imagine."

Ivan remained silent for a few seconds.

This was the first time he had heard such a counterintuitive yet irrefutable description of an extraordinary system.

"Wouldn't that mean the extraordinary system can't be expanded? After all, there are only so many extraordinary characteristics that can be passed down."

The Witcher shook his head.

"Extraordinary traits can be artificially created into potions by hunting extraordinary creatures, and used to open up new branches of inheritance."

"This involves the professional system of the extraordinary world."

His voice became slow and heavy.

"Human instincts contain only spirituality, but no inherent characteristics."

"All the extraordinary characteristics that humans possess today come from demons that appeared in the world at some unknown time."

He paused for a moment, then slowly drew a line on the ground with the tip of his sword.

"It is precisely because humans used their spirituality to accept the characteristics of monsters that their animalistic nature took root."

His golden vertical pupils stared directly at Evan.

"You must remember this. Never forget your own identity as a human being."

"Otherwise, you're not far from completely losing control and turning into a beast."

A chill ran down Evan's back.

He quickly memorized those words.

What professions are available now? What are their signature skills?

The Witcher nodded, seemingly pleased with his thirst for knowledge.

"The five extraordinary symbols are: the sun, the moon, the tree of life, the Holy Grail, and gold."

“They represent the five most steadfast, broadest, and most inclusive paths.”

"The moon governs three professions: psychics who excel at spirits, vampires who excel at blood, and night owls who excel at darkness."

"The sun also has three parts: a knight skilled in physical combat, a prophet skilled in divination, and a demon skilled in fire."

"The Tree of Life still has three types: the snake people who study rebirth, the benevolent people who are good at fusion, and the tree spirits who are good at perception."

"There are three kinds of Holy Grail: the monk who studies desire, the fanatic who craves the power of thought, and the poet who is obsessed with sound."

"Finally, there is gold, which has emerged in the last century due to industrial development, and it encompasses three professions."

Evan added a comment.

"Financiers, judges, factory owners."

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The Witcher nodded slightly.

"Yes. Five directions, fifteen professions."

"The profession that can encompass more extraordinary concepts is relatively stronger."

Ivan paused for a moment, then asked the question he really wanted to ask.

"What about the Witcher?"

Those figures who had remained silent by the campfire seemed to stir slightly the moment the question was asked.

The Witcher sighed.

"It's a pity. Witchers, sorceresses, and mages are not in the mainstream supernatural system and are considered low-class professions."

"These three kinds of existence are all quite ancient names. However, they have become complicated because they contain too many things."

"Since we don't have a well-established symbol of excellence, we have to figure out which path to take ourselves."

Ivan opened his mouth.

The truth was far more absurd and unbelievable than he had imagined.

At this moment, he finally understood why Hill had reacted so strongly that night when he heard the vampire call him a "scumbag."

That's not just a simple insulting term.

That was the contempt and disdain of the entire mainstream supernatural system for her faction.

The Witcher smiled, the firelight casting flickering shadows on his mask.

However, everything has its good and bad aspects.

"While these three professions may not go as far down the path of the extraordinary as mainstream professions, they are relatively freer."

"Mainstream professions are strictly constrained by their own paths, and then they become sensitive, obsessive, and crazy."

"Because every step they take has been paved by their predecessors, they must continue along that path."

"We are much freer and more normal."

"Otherwise, our meeting wouldn't have been so peaceful."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming somewhat heavy.

"Of course, the cost is that, due to the lack of a clear direction, the mortality rate is high and the potential for growth is low."

He looked at the campfire, the flames dancing in his golden vertical pupils.

"A profession is simply a framework that has been summarized for you by predecessors."

"It tells you what you should do, what you shouldn't do, what suits you, and what doesn't suit you."

After hearing this, Ivan felt much calmer.

With the Kowloon Panel, the mortality rate is a lower variable for him than for any other Witcher.

"Then how should I cultivate and become stronger?"

The Witcher placed his silver longsword across his lap and stopped wiping it.

"Generally speaking, witchers can only reach the first three of the nine stages of the transcendent realm."

He raised his index finger.

"Mastering a complete basic extraordinary trait and breaking through to the first level of spiritual vision is considered an entry-level skill. Rank: Apprentice."

The middle finger also stood up.

"After mastering three extraordinary characteristics, his spiritual vision broke through to level ten. Rank: Expert."

Ring finger.

"By fusing the three extraordinary qualities together, life is elevated, and spiritual vision breaks through to level twenty. Rank: Master."

At this point, he lowered his hand and gave a wry smile.

The laughter, coming through the black face mask, sounded particularly tired.

"This is the limit that our lineage can reach."

He raised his head, and the light in his golden vertical pupils dimmed slightly at that moment.

"How you proceed from here on out is up to you, child..."

The dreamlike sound, like ripples on a lake, eventually subsided.

wake up.

Evan turned his head to look at the pocket watch on the bedside table.

It was exactly six o'clock in the morning.

He got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and first wound up his pocket watch.

The subtle clicking of gears turning could be clearly heard in the quiet bedroom, each click like a rhythm to keep his jumbled thoughts in check.

The memories that suddenly appeared in my mind are slowly returning to their place.

The extraordinary in this world contains too many counterintuitive things.

The three extraordinary professions that have been celebrated in myths and legends for thousands of years have become despised and lowly in reality.

Witcher, sorceress, wizard.

These names, which should be the most significant in folk tales, are now marginalized and excluded from the mainstream supernatural system.

"Perhaps it's because these three professions aren't 'mysterious' enough."

He gave himself a flimsy explanation.

"You chicken~!"

As I got up, the springs on the iron bunk bed emitted their familiar, strange squeals.

As soon as he put on his shirt, Evan's thoughts drifted back to the topic in his dream.

"Are there really no books?"

He was still somewhat unconvinced by what the Witcher predecessors had said.

The fact that he was a soul that came to life on Earth in the 21st century made it difficult for him to accept the counterintuitive premise that "knowledge cannot be written down."

He picked up a piece of scrap paper from the table, took a dip pen from the pen holder, and dipped it into the ink bottle.

First, write down the word "knight".

That's normal. The ink seeps into the rough fibers of the straw paper, leaving clear pen marks.