No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

"no problem."

Roger readily nodded, "We can practice together next time."

"Great!"

Looking at Gino, who had a goofy grin on his face, Roger felt that this guy was much more pleasing to the eye than the one next to him.

"what?!"

Nina was completely dumbfounded.

He led the team into a fight, but his teammates surrendered after just one encounter.

And he threw the ball so decisively and cleanly, without any psychological burden.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. She could only stand there, watching Roger and Gino walk away side by side, stomping her feet in anger.

Chapter 62 The Second Advice from the God of Man.

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All around was an endless white void; there was no solid ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head, and I couldn't even feel the air moving around when I breathed.

Here again, in a world of nothingness.

Roger has been here more than once.

In the distance, a figure appeared as if it were covered in mosaic, its outline blurred, its features indistinct, and its appearance forever obscured, yet it exuded an undeniable presence.

"Hey, little Roger, we meet again."

Upon hearing that sleazy voice, Roger didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, slumped to the ground, and sighed, "It's you, God of Man."

"If we look at the timeline, it's been three years... no, a full four years, hasn't it?"

"What do you want from me this time?"

"Oh, don't be so cold. I'm just here because I care about you."

The figure of the god of men drifted closer, tilting his head to examine Rogge, his tone carrying a kind of satisfaction that was hard to tell whether it was genuine or an act: "Well, your strength has improved quite a bit in the past few years. You've reached the King level in the Sword God style and the Northern God style, and your magic power is almost catching up with that guy Laplace the Demon God."

"You look really great, you're working so hard!"

"Of course."

"Who told the Dragon God to want to kill me? In order not to be killed, I have no choice but to desperately become stronger."

Rogge raised his head, finally looking directly at the blurred face of the god, and his tone suddenly became more serious: "Can I defeat the Dragon God now?"

"........."

The god and the human were silent for a moment.

That brief silence spoke volumes more than any answer.

"It's a pity."

No, you can't.

The god's voice, unusually, had lost some of its frivolity. "Right now, you are still just an ant in front of the Dragon God, though you are much stronger than you were four years ago."

"In terms of magic, you have not only mastered divine healing magic and reached the advanced level in all four basic attribute magics, but your magic reserves are second only to Laplace."

"As for swordsmanship, you have made even greater progress. Both the Sword God Style and the Northern God Style have reached the King level... Objectively speaking, your current overall strength is already the best among the great powers. As for combat level... even most Emperor-level powerhouses cannot be your match."

"So, I've become this strong without even realizing it?"

Roger muttered to himself.

"Hmm... In this world, you're already very strong, but compared to that monster, the Dragon God..."

The god shook his head. "It's far from enough."

Roger clicked his tongue. Although he had expected it, his heart still sank when the god of man spoke so bluntly.

He quickly composed himself and looked up at the god: "Excuse me, is there any way to defeat him?"

The god's voice regained its confident lightness: "Don't worry, I will create the best opportunity for you to make your move. In the right place and at the right time, as long as you make your move, the Dragon God will definitely lose."

"........."

Roger squinted, somewhat skeptical.

"Alright, alright, enough chit-chat... In short, just continue to follow my advice from now on."

"Okay, you say."

"I'm listening carefully."

Roger sat up straight, his gaze focused.

The god nodded in satisfaction, his mosaic-like outline seemingly smiling: "First, you have three things to do. First, cultivate all three major schools of sword god style, northern god style, and water god style to the god level."

"Only when you master all three styles of swordsmanship to a god-like level will you be qualified to stand before the Dragon God; otherwise, all your plans will be in vain."

"All three schools have reached the god-level?"

Roger couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Hey, you really think highly of me. I'm not even that confident myself."

Believe in yourself.

"You are far more powerful than you imagine." The god's voice carried an unwavering certainty that was hard to completely trust. "Secondly, to defeat the Dragon God, you need to find three people to assist you."

"Sword God Gal Faleon, Water God Leda, Northern God Kalman III - Alexander - Rebek."

He held up three fingers: "Third, find the King Dragon Sword and the Fighting God Armor. You can't do without either... Then you will be able to obtain absolute power that is enough to contend with the Dragon God."

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After listening, Roger remained silent for a long time.

He lowered his eyes, as if carefully considering the weight of those words.

After a moment, he looked up at the god, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "By the way, these three people... could they also be your apostles?"

The god smiled, not answering directly, but saying in a light tone, "You just need to trust me."

"Alright, although you seem to be hiding some crucial clues, none of that matters anymore."

Roger didn't press further, he simply nodded.

In any case, the suggestions given by the god and man all sounded like practical ways to improve his strength, and they wouldn't do him any harm.

As for what the gods and humans are plotting, that's for the future. Right now, getting stronger is the only thing that matters.

"Can we really win?"

"Guaranteed to win."

The god-man's tone carried an almost rogue-like certainty: "Trust me, little brother Rogge, I, the god-man, never deceive my apostles."

Roger scoffed: "You'd better be telling the truth."

"Alright, alright, take my advice and work hard to become stronger."

"Then goodbye!"

The figure of the god began to fade slowly from the edge, as if it were being absorbed little by little by the white light.

A meaningful smile seemed to linger on that blurry face as it gradually disappeared from sight.

Roger stood alone in the pure white, watching the last trace of his figure disappear from view.

He lowered his head, looking at his outstretched hands, and after a moment muttered to himself, "Sword God, Water God, Northern God... have I mastered all three major styles to the god level?"

He withdrew his hand and exhaled softly.

"It sounds simple... but it would probably take several years to do."

When Roger opened his eyes again, he was back in that simple bedroom.

Moonlight streamed through the window onto the edge of the bed, and the snow-covered eaves gleamed faintly in the night.

No one knew that just now, he had a dream.

Roger rolled over, stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled over again and wrapped the blanket around himself.

He yawned and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 63 Water Goddess Lieda.

The Holy Land of Swords.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, but today we welcomed two unexpected guests.

An old man and a young boy stood out conspicuously in the wind and snow.

The leader was a petite elderly woman with a full head of short, silver-white hair, an upright posture, and sharp, intimidating eyes.

She wore the traditional black robes of the Suijin-ryu school, adorned with gold beads at the lapels, and a golden short blade at her waist, a simple yet dignified style.

The girl following behind her was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with shoulder-length blue hair and slightly narrowed eyes. Although she tried to remain calm, her eyes could not hide her excitement and curiosity.

"Master, is this the Holy Land of Swords?"