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

"Waaaaah—"

The biting, dry wind blew against Wang Miao's equally dry face.

This is an uninhabited area of ​​the Central Siberian Plateau, where sparse vegetation is rooted in the cold, hard rocks.

In this era of widespread job-hopping, a thick fog still hangs over this place.

Wang Miao's current attire is no longer that of the serious leader of the Special Bureau's investigation team.

He wore ripped leather pants, coarse linen clothes, and a long, tattered scarf around his neck.

The scarf was blown by the cold wind, fluttering behind Wang Miao as he walked against the wind.

A sinister voice emanated from Wang Miao's body.

"Your world is really interesting. To improve your cultivation level, you don't need to cultivate diligently. You can just use those... experience books? to improve at an unreasonable and rapid pace."

Wang Miao looked around, as if trying to determine the direction.

"Don't underestimate how much reputation I used. It would take almost a generation of effort from a top-tier power to earn that much. In other words, it took a lot of time and energy to improve it."

"Have you run out of reputation points?"

"What he gave me was only enough to get me to level 60."

Wang Miao actually leveled up from level 45 to level 60 in just two or three months!

There's only one explanation for this—excessive reading.

Just like Song Gua used to have a lot of clones eating books every day in Glory City in Antarctica.

Wang Miao, on the other hand, does not have the ability to create clones to provide feedback; he is all alone.

Therefore, the number of experience books he consumed each day during this period was even more exaggerated than that of Song Gua.

Wang Miao also appeared on the wanted list.

But compared to the illusionists, bandits, or other organizations and individuals who are wanted every day, Wang Miao is not a high priority.

While the federal leadership paid some attention to him, it was only to a limited extent.

These days are a special period because of the bandits' interference in the war.

In addition, Wang Miao came from the Special Bureau and worked there for many years, so he had extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities.

That's how he managed to sneak into Glory City, buy experience books every day, and level up quietly.

Now that he's reached level 60, he naturally needs to undergo his third job advancement.

Wang Miao was on his way to the third battlefield.

As they walked, a three-story wooden house came into view.

A sign with a beer mug design hangs at the entrance of the cabin.

This is a bar, it has no name.

It is known among professionals as a three-turn bar.

It's the only place with people in this entire no-man's-land.

The entrance to the third battlefield is near the bar.

The purpose of having a bar here is self-evident.

Upon reaching this point, although the surroundings were still shrouded in thick fog, we could already hear human voices.

In the mist, groups of three or five professionals would occasionally emerge and head towards the bar.

They are all professionals who came from all over the world to participate in the second half of the year's three-stage challenge.

"This time, I'm determined to beat it in one go! Otherwise, I'll have to wait another six months, and my whole youth will be stuck at level 60!"

"Hahaha! Old Wang, you said the same thing last time."

"I wonder what the rules of the battlefield will be this time. I hope it won't be climbing stairs again; I really can't stand that."

"The rules of the third-tier battlefield are too unfair. Apart from logistics professionals, the twelve combat sequences always have the same challenge format, and there is always a sequence that is at a disadvantage."

"Isn't it a kind of fairness that some sequences always suffer losses? Haha!"

People were coming and going at the bar entrance.

Some of them had just finished the previous battle and came here to rest.

Some are just setting off, preparing to face a new round of challenges.

Each time the third-tier battlefield opens, those who register will have three chances.

If you fail three times, you can't participate in this battle and will have to wait for the next one in six months.

There are four major battlefields globally, located in the Siberian Plateau, the Sahara Desert, the Western Australian Plateau, and the western part of North America.

What they have in common is that even before the era of mass job-hopping, they were all uninhabited areas with harsh environments.

"Ring ring..."

Wang Miao gently pushed open the bar door, and the wind chimes at the entrance tinkled.

Although it was freezing cold outside, the bar was warm because it was crowded.

Wang Miao actually felt more comfortable in the cold.

It was so warm that he became much more wary.

Wang Miao pulled the scarf around her neck up to cover half of her face.

After all, he's a wanted criminal, so he has to keep a low profile.

Wang Miao made his way through the crowd to the bar and carefully sat down.

"Oh, dear Comrade, what would you like to drink?"

Wang Miao lowered his voice, changed his tone, and spoke cautiously.

"A cocktail."

"Okay, here comes a cocktail filled with the bartender's enthusiasm and welcome~~"

The bartender was a large, fat man with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in classic Western peasant overalls; he was European.

Despite his overweight physique, he was agile and his bartending skills were very elegant, drawing applause from the customers in the bar from time to time.

"Thank you, thank you!"

After saying this, the bartender handed the glass of wine to Wang Miao.

"Twenty reputation points."

"Um."

Wang Miao had done his homework before coming and knew that the bar charged customers not with money, but with reputation.

"Sir, what is the format of this week's challenge?"

The purpose of coming here is not to drink, but to gather information.

The bartender said with a smile.

"The Pyramid of Divine Might"

"Climbing stairs?"

"Yes, yes, you can only rely on yourself. This can be a disadvantage for some support-oriented professions. Comrade, what is your profession?"

"I should be able to."

That's why many people thought the Bondsman class was a useless class back then.

Leaving aside the second job advancement challenge, how can one possibly get through those eighteen levels of hell by relying solely on oneself, without using professional talents to borrow power?

Even with top-tier gear, you can still get through with a simple AA combo.

Upon reaching the third job advancement, you might encounter a situation where you can only challenge others solo and cannot cooperate with others.

In fact.

Historically, no one has ever successfully completed the second job advancement challenge, let alone the third.

Wang Miao understood.

He picked up his glass and took a sip.

Feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol as it traveled down my throat and into my stomach, I felt much of the chill that had come in from outside dissipate.

"Bang!!"

Just then, the salon door of the bar was kicked open, and the wind chimes hanging on it were torn off and fell to the ground with a "clang".

A group of people walked in from outside.

They wore Taoist robes of various colors and headgear with mahjong tile patterns.

Wearing a "fortune-bringing" hood, carrying a golden stick on his shoulder, he swaggered around with exaggerated pigeon-toed steps.

A man wearing a red hood, probably feeling too cold outside, would occasionally burst into flames from his body, which he didn't extinguish when he came in, frightening the guests around him who quickly moved away.

A man wearing a white hood picked up someone else's wine, smelled it, and commented that it was inferior quality.

West Wind, East Wind, South Wind, Chief One of Bamboo, Chief One of Ten Thousand, Chief Four of Bamboo.

They were all tall and burly, and their walking style was so imposing that they seemed to disregard even their own family.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen bandits before!"

"What are you looking at! Drink your lousy liquor!"

"Waiter! Bring the wine!"

The bartender's mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

"Oh~ dear Comrade Daowari, could these be the Ten Heavenly Kings of the Bandits? But only nine of them have come."