The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Brothers of the bandit gang, could you open a gap in the slowing formation and let us in? We can assist you in the battle!"

Three filthy professionals stood disheveled outside the bandits' position, wary of the monsters rushing towards them from a distance.

Da Congming said unhappily, "What bandit gang? We're called bandits!"

The three of them were startled when they saw Da Congming's disfigured face.

A truly intelligent person doesn't need any skills; just by standing there, their face alone can inflict a psychological blow on the enemy.

"Yes, yes, bandit brothers, please help us! We're out of mana potions. If we run into these commanded monsters again, we're doomed..."

Actually, there was blue potion on the ground nearby.

They just didn't dare to pick them up, because dungeon monsters would occasionally pass through that area.

In areas where monsters don't often roam, the ground is clean, and all the dropped items have been picked up.

When the clones sought instructions, Song Gua was already on his way to the Temple of Professions.

"We bandits are messengers of justice, the conscience of professionals. If someone asks us for help, of course we'll help them, but..."

Instance area.

Da Congming said to the groups of people who came seeking help, "Go lure the monster."

Everyone: "..."

I'm asking for your help because I need a place to take refuge.

You actually want me to lure the monsters?!

Monkey King had a bad temper, so he lengthened his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) and directly pinned one of them down.

"Either lure the monsters into our territory! Or get out of here! Don't get in the way!"

The only slightly dangerous part of this battle, which involved creating summons for Ghost Bro, was the process of luring the monsters.

Because it requires professionals to guide them.

No matter how Ghost Brother's summoned creatures attacked the charging monsters, they couldn't lure them over; in fact, they might even be mistaken for one of their own kind.

Because of his high damage reduction, Monkey King has hardly had a break and has been constantly pulling monsters.

The clones of other guardian professions are also attracting monsters, and they are much more dangerous than the Monkey King.

"Let's go."

Lin Ruqing's voice rang out from outside the position.

His guard said, "Miss, you stay here. We'll go lure the monster. Hey! Bandit, let our Third Miss go in first. We'll take care of luring the monster!"

Da Congming raised his head and said, "No way! Luring the monster is a pledge of loyalty; whoever wants to come in has to lure the monster!"

"you……"

Lin Ruqing stopped the angry guard and said, "It's alright. I'm a Guardian, so attracting monsters is something I'm good at."

Inside the city.

"This Senior Lin..."

Actually, Song Gua didn't want Lin Ruqing to come in.

Because the entire position is filled with his clones.

Even though he was dressed as a bandit and covered up completely.

But having an acquaintance nearby still makes me feel uneasy.

Let's see if she can really lure the monsters here.

Wearing his spare bandit outfit and a three-tube hood, Song Gua commandeered a private car parked on the side of the road and headed straight for the Temple of the Profession.

He can't use the power of his professional clones right now; they're all fighting, and suddenly becoming weak would be fatal.

In order to get to the Temple of Professions as quickly as possible, we had to drive.

Along the way, Song Gua saw that every household had its doors and windows tightly closed.

The shops along the roadside were also closed, and their roller shutters were pulled down one by one.

There are hardly any combat-type professionals left in the city now; apart from students, they've mostly been transferred to the city's outskirts.

Some homeless people hid in places like under bridges and garbage dumps, praying that the siege would not spread to the city center.

"Changing jobs! Is a sin! Datafication! Is a sin! Discarding one's human identity! Is a sin!"

There's a traffic jam.

Song Gua saw many strange people standing on the road, dressed in large white robes.

They held up blood-red hand drums and banged them haphazardly.

Each of them had demon paint on their faces and carried white flags with skull symbols.

They chanted in unison, "This is a sin, that is a sin."

It was because of these people performing performance art on the road that this section of the road was congested.

“Ding Di—”

The drivers were honking their horns so loudly they were practically exploding.

"Get out of here! Don't fucking do this on the road! You damned cultists!"

"I'm rushing home to see my wife and kids! I don't even know if I'll be alive tomorrow!"

"As soon as the enforcement team and the Special Affairs Bureau left, these pests popped up! Damn it!"

Song Gua stuck his head out of the car window and took a look.

Access the information viewing function.

It was astonishing to discover that these cult members did not have any ranks above their heads.

Judging from their age, they should be adults by now.

Although the government will not provide free job transfers if you are not a recent graduate.

You can go to the Temple of Job Change once, but it only costs 20,000 coins. Most people can save up enough to change jobs once.

But none of them had a job, which only means that they didn't try to change jobs at all.

That aligns with their doctrine, which considers changing jobs a sin, so they don't change jobs.

"Hehehe, please take a look. This is a propaganda brochure from our Divine Punishment Cult. You can learn about the dangers of changing jobs..."

A cult member handed a small booklet into Song's divination cart.

He looked closely and noticed that Song Gua was dressed as a bandit, and his expression clearly froze for a moment.

"Bandits?"

"Doesn't it look like it?"

The cult member took the brochure that had just been handed to him back.

"Oh, I haven't watched it yet..."

"To run into a fellow professional like this, what bad luck..."

Song Gua's lips twitched.

How did we bandits become a cult?

Song Gua was in a hurry, so he borrowed the power of several new clones, got out of the car, lifted it up, and ran through the traffic jam.

"Bang!"

Then I parked the car and continued driving.

Along the way, Song Gua discovered that this so-called Divine Punishment Cult actually had quite a few members.

They caused congestion on many roads.

They are usually like rats crossing the street.

The Public Security Bureau, the Professionals Association, and the Special Affairs Bureau all have a responsibility to arrest them.

But today, those who could catch them have all gone to stop the world boss.

The Divine Punishment Cult has let itself go, organizing team-building activities everywhere.

"Finally here. Damn cult, they wasted my time. Next time I'll send Blood Bro to do justice and steal their levels... Wait, no, these guys don't change classes, so there's nothing to steal. Ugh, what bad luck!"

Just as Song Gua predicted.

The Temple of the Profession no longer has any guarding combat teams.

Only a few administrators and security guards remained.

They are all life-skill professions, and their combat strength is negligible.

"What are you doing? The Temple of Professions is closed today and not open to the public!"

When the administrator saw someone trying to enter the temple, he rushed out of his office to stop them.

Upon closer inspection, they realized the newcomers were bandits and were startled.

"Ma, Ma, bandits? What are you doing here?"

Song Gua smiled.

"Change jobs."

The administrator glanced at Song Gua's head but didn't see his level.

The Song hexagram uses confusion to conceal even the hierarchy.

So you're really here to change jobs?

"Don't move! I'll shoot if you move again!"

Several security guards drew their pistols and pointed them at Song Gua, looking quite daring.

The reason was that they thought Song Gua hadn't changed jobs and was just an ordinary person, while they, although they were in the life skills category, at least had a few levels.

Song Gua activated the power of unity, combining the attributes of nine level 20 independent clones.

Strength and speed increased dramatically.

With a swift movement, leaving an afterimage in his wake, he was already beside the armed security guard.

"Click—"

Song Gua casually snatched the gun from him and bent the barrel.

"Those who stand in my way will be like this spear!"