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

"You've passed the second level too! So fast?"

The professor from Jiangda University was shocked once again.

Xu Kai and Yuwen Hao remained relatively calm, as if it were expected.

Yuwen Hao: "Old Song will definitely succeed in his second job change. It just depends on whether he chooses to advance to the next level or upgrade to the next level."

Xu Kai: "According to statistics I saw online, less than one in a thousand people can complete all eighteen levels of the challenge each year. Moreover, many people who successfully upgrade their profession are actually just lucky. They tried many times and finally got lucky."

Yuwen Hao: "It's great to be able to upgrade my job level..."

Yuwen Hao felt a little nostalgic for that scale.

With that unreasonable ability to balance things, clearing all eighteen levels should be no problem.

I just don't know if my body will still belong to me after the injection.

Welcome to the third level of the eighteen levels of hell: the Iron Tree Hell!

The familiar voice of the King of Hell appeared once again.

"The Song hexagram, this king..."

"Can we skip the dialogue and start fighting right away? I can tell anyway that the difficulty of your first few levels is challenging for others, but too easy for me."

This is a solo challenge.

Who would have thought a thousand people would come in!

If Song Gua were to release all its clones, there wouldn't be enough space on each floor for everyone to stand in.

There is absolutely no balance to speak of.

NPCs aren't that intelligent yet; they don't have the function to skip dialogues and still follow fixed routines.

"Song Gua, you are sowing discord among family members and instigating fathers and sons! Waaaaaah! Yaaaaah! Yaaaaah!"

"You are hereby punished to climb the tallest and sharpest ironwood tree and retrieve ten blades!"

In the middle of the third cave, there is a silver iron tree, its entire body metallic and gleaming coldly.

Its trunk is a sword blade, its leaves are silver needles, and its flowers are knife patterns pieced together from blades.

Once you get close, you can't jump, take off, or teleport to the treetops.

You have to climb up those sword blades and silver needles that can easily cut through the skin to pick up that equally sharp knife flower.

"Wait, I admit to the first two so-called crimes, but what's this 'sowing discord between family members and instigating conflict between father and son' nonsense? Don't frame me!"

The King of Hell waved his hand again, and the evidence appeared.

The footage shows Zhao Wuji stabbing Zhao Can to death with a single blow.

"Zhao Can is dead?"

Song Gua really didn't know about this.

He only knew that Zhao Can had been expelled from the Zhao family, but he didn't know the specific reasons.

As if knowing what Song Gua wanted to know, Yama showed him the whole story.

The details of Zhao Can stealing the Soul-Devouring Pearl and hiring the Night Owl Demon Thieves to steal experimental mutant beasts are all laid bare.

"So the mutated beast I encountered with Huang Mao that night during winter break was created by Zhao Can. No wonder it came straight for me; it was Zhao Can who gave it the order... Wait, I just realized something's not right!"

As he looked around, Song Gua suddenly realized something.

How can this NPC show what's happening in the real world?

Upon closer reflection, games, by incorporating reality, may indeed allow for easy observation of everything in reality from a higher dimension.

After all, there's something called GM privileges in games.

But does this mean that if someone else comes in for the second turn and wants to see the scene related to their own crime, and their crime happens to be related to my Song Gua, they might see the scene of the clone being released?

Although as his strength gradually increases, Song Gua will be less worried about his clone ability being exposed.

But it's definitely best to avoid exposing it if possible.

"King Yama! How could you reveal what's happening in real life without permission? Does the merging of games and reality mean we have no privacy at all?"

The King of Hell said calmly, "I'm letting you know the cause of your crime because you were the one who made the request. No one else has that kind of authority."

"Why do I have this kind of authority?"

"How should I know? I'm just an NPC!"

The King of Hell's majesty has vanished, leaving him like a frustrated AI.

Song Gua frowned.

What makes me different from others?

First, I'm from another time.

Secondly, I had the ability to create clones before I transmigrated.

Third, I cleared the illusionary realm.

Fourth, I am exceptionally handsome.

Yes, it must be because of the fourth point.

The clones all said, "Obviously not! The most likely explanation is the third one! Transcendent beings may possess a small number of GM privileges!"

Probably so.

Can't figure it out.

forget about it.

Song Gua continues to advance through the challenges.

The eighteen levels of hell are not all hack-and-slash games where you can just grind and be done with it.

There will also be a third level, where you don't need to fight monsters, but you need to complete some kind of challenge.

You have to understand, this isn't a game, it's reality.

Although you won't truly die here, the pain is real.

Climbing this iron tree until your skin is torn and bleeding is a kind of pain that not all professionals have the perseverance to endure.

But Song Gua is precisely the kind of person with strong perseverance.

"Cannon fodder team, move out!"

A group of cannon fodder clones stacked themselves up like an Arhat and reached for the blades on the tree.

What left Yama, the King of Hell, speechless was...

When others climb this iron tree, they cry out in pain.

The bandits, however, were a completely different story.

"Holy crap! You up there, you've sprayed blood all over my face! Spray it to the side!"

"Damn it! Number 1029 just went to an shady massage parlor two days ago, his blood isn't safe! Brother Huo, come disinfect it!"

"Aaaaaah! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt! I want to do good! I want to leave the cannon fodder group!!"

"Your hand hurts? Just cut it off, then the pain will stop. It'll all recover after you get out of here, it's a minor issue."

Relying on the fact that death in the eighteen levels of hell is not real and injuries can be healed, the clones completely disregard their own bodies.

With ease, the knife was removed, and the challenge was completed.

The fourth level is the Hell of Retribution.

The fifth level is the Steamer Hell.

The sixth floor.

With their numerical advantage, Song Gua crushed his way through and successfully reached the final stage of the first job advancement tier.

The attribute points have been permanently increased by 50.

This is also why second-tier professionals are significantly stronger than first-tier professionals.

Not only does the growth increase by 0.5 after a successful second job advancement, but after the attribute points from the previous level are corrected, several hundred attribute points will be added at once. There is also a 10 attribute point bonus for each of the eighteen levels of hell when challenging them.

"What kind of hell is this level again?"

Song Gua took a loaf of bread out of his backpack and started munching on it as he descended to the sixth floor.

Welcome to the sixth level of the eighteen levels of hell, the Copper Pillar Hell!

The King of Hell is here again.

"Song Gua, I, the king, will pronounce judgment on your crimes!"

Song Gua rolled his eyes at him.

"Which idiot game designer came up with these lines for you? It's the same line on every level. I'm tired of hearing it, even if you're not."

"You enjoy setting fires, killing people with fire, and destroying evidence of your crimes, waa ...

Those who commit arson must be stripped naked, hug a red-hot copper pillar, and endure it for the duration of an incense stick burning!

A scorching red copper pillar stands in the middle of this floor, radiating waves of heat that hit you in the face.

Song Gua looked at Huo Zi Ge.

Huozi shrugged.

"Since you're the legal representative, you'd better take the blame."

Song Gua found a place and sat down on the ground.

The cannon fodder group has started again.

"Hey!! Old Deng! Make the fire burn a little bigger! If that old thief next to me sees this, he'll think I'm afraid of getting burned!"

"That's it? The skin's just torn open, the bone's not even visible yet. You won't die!"

"Make way! Make room for me! I want to earn a promotion!!!"

Outside the eighteen levels of hell.

Professor Jiang looked at the sixth square of the Challenge Monument and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Song Gua must be going through a tough and scorching challenge right now. I wonder if he can persevere. This challenge has stumped countless heroes."

Looking back at the few underachieving students who went down the mountain around the same time as Song Gua, who had only reached the second level by now, the teacher couldn't help but feel ashamed.

We're all professionals, so why is there such a big difference between us?