After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

"name?"

"An Xiao".

"Where is the interview location?"

"Team Support".

"Excuse me, what is your profession?"

"Warlock".

"Warlock? Such a rare profession... May I ask, have you taken the warlock certification exam?"

"no."

"An unlicensed sorcerer? Then, what are your abilities? What is your most proficient spell?"

"Resurrection spell".

"?"

...

Inside the Twilight Tavern, a young man exuding a gloomy aura, dressed in a cheap, dark purple sorcerer's robe, calmly uttered the name of a spell that had been lost for many years.

This tavern is located to the left of the Adventurers' Guild in Ningye Town. It has a quiet and secluded environment and is often used by mercenary groups for temporary interviews or meetings.

It was early morning, and the warm sunlight streamed through the solid wood blinds, leaving a few gentle marks on the table.

"Resurrection spell? Are you sure you're not kidding?"

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him snapped his resume shut, raised an eyebrow with a scar, and asked again.

"certainly."

"But this ability... even the Archbishop of the Holy Kingdom of Galatia couldn't do it. It's a skill from ancient mythology. How can you prove you've truly mastered it?"

The middle-aged man looked at this young man, who was strange in every sense of the word, and frowned deeply.

"I can try it on you or your teammates."

The young man's face was mostly covered by his hood, with the upper half of his face hidden in shadow, but you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was very serious.

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback by his words and instinctively retorted, "You want us to die first to show you?"

"No. But you must know, anything can happen. If I could join your team, when that time really comes—"

"Stop! Get out of here! I shouldn't have wasted my time on a brat like you!"

The middle-aged man slammed his fist on the table, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared, "What bad luck!"

...

An Xiao was kicked out of the tavern again.

"Tsk."

Standing at the doorway, squinting slightly as he gazed at the gradually dazzling light on the horizon, he sighed softly:

"I'm unemployed again."

This is his twelfth failed interview this month.

There are many reasons for failure.

Most of the complaints revolved around issues such as "no certification," "questionable abilities," "outrageous test requirements," and "unsociable demeanor," which led to him struggling to join a team that seemed decent for many days.

You should know that on the continent of Vain, even a young man who has just turned eighteen can easily find a team of new adventurers.

After all, the younger a person is, the easier they are to fool.

As a transmigrator, An Xiao realized the moment she landed that her situation was... somewhat different from everyone else's.

Not only is there no system host, but there are also no starting artifacts, no transmigration gift packs, and not even a low-class goddess to guide newcomers.

What's unusual is that his skill list is full of "resurrection" spells.

—【Resurrect Humans】LV1, 【Resurrect Beasts】LV1, 【Resurrect Demi-humans】LV0, 【Resurrect Spirits】LV0

[Resurrection Element] LV0, [Resurrection Undead] LV0, [Resurrection Spirit] LV0, [Resurrection Artifact Spirit] LV0...

Further down the list, there were even absurd options such as "Resurrect Angels," "Resurrect Demons," "Resurrect Dragons," and "Resurrect Anima Creatures."

Of course, all of them are in an unlocked state, and most of them are at level zero.

He also tried clicking the badge to expand the options out of curiosity.

Then it was discovered that these abilities could be further subdivided into corresponding branches such as "Fallen Angel," "Holy Nun," "Nightmare," "Black Dragon," "Doll," "Ancient God," and "Lustful Rabbit"...

Therefore, the class of warlock wasn't a fixed designation, but rather something he casually decided based on his own abilities.

"With such a bizarre skill system, it's not an exaggeration for me to call myself a sorcerer."

now.

An Xiao shook her head, leaning on her cheap staff that looked no different from an old person's cane, and aimlessly walked to a row of flowerbed benches at the entrance of the tavern, where she sat down and reminisced about her life.

Today is the thirteenth day since he traveled through time, and the silver coins in his pocket are about to run out.

In his past life, he was a lead writer at a game company. The last scene in his memory was when he was working overtime until late at night, "infusing a soul" into a red-eyed, white-haired loli character that the planning team had decided to promote.

He had planned to exploit the dramatic plot twists and captivating character traits to fleece the investors, but as he typed the last word, everything went black before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was on a lush green lawn. A gentle breeze was blowing and the water was gurgling. A big breath of sweet and pure air made him realize that he had traveled through time.

Azure skies, colorful flower towers, the Crystal Palace, the Succubus Dungeon, the Spirit Dragon Ruins...

The vast setting of eight continents and ten kingdoms made him suddenly realize—"Isn't this the world I created myself?"

Excitement followed by the unknown.

But after discovering that his seemingly awesome underworld abilities were not accepted in this society, he made a judgment about himself:

"In my case, I would be considered a typical late-game player."

"So the primary issue is how to survive in the early stages."

Although my memories of the monsters' weaknesses and impressions are quite deep, they are only limited to the test version.

Besides, if they don't find a way to earn silver coins soon, people will starve to death...

"If you try to solo a dungeon or run a raid by yourself, you'll probably get killed by bandits on the way before you even see the monsters."

As the lead writer for this epic MMORPG, "Otherworld Rhapsody," An Xiao is well aware of how many vicious, red-named creatures she was forced to place in the vast world under the tyrannical influence of the lead designer...

With his current skill level, he has about a 70% chance of killing a non-elemental slime by simply smashing it with his inferior staff.

The success rate of killing two bandits is about 30%, while the success rate of killing a single armed robber is zero.

He has a clear understanding of this.

"This is really difficult..."

As he pondered, a morning breeze blew by, gently lifting his dark gray hood and revealing his exceptionally handsome face.

—Emerald green pupils, perfectly proportioned features, aristocratic blond hair, and a slightly sickly pale complexion.

He gazed at the clear sky with a heavy heart, while a little girl beside him approached him at some point and looked up at his profile.

After what seemed like an eternity, a clear, youthful, and beautiful voice finally reached my ears:

"Big brother, do you really know how to resurrect?"

"Um?"

An Xiao's expression hardened. She tilted her head slightly to look at the petite girl who seemed somewhat familiar, and replied calmly:

"Yes, is there something you need?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired, red-eyed girl's face lit up with joy. She stood on tiptoe, reached out her delicate white hand, and grabbed the hem of his clothes, pleading for help:

"Y-yes, that's how it is! My sister was ambushed and killed by bad guys while she was conquering the tenth floor of the dungeon... She was the 'Wind Sword Princess' of the Alevant Empire! Big brother, can you please save her?"

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