Starting with the goblin extermination

The sky was blood-red.

The earth was blood-red.

This is hell.

No.

It's the battlefield.

A battlefield stained with blood and fire.

Thousands of soldiers, dressed in white robes and fully armed, stood in rows.

Logan, dressed in a white robe, was among them.

The body is out of control.

But an endless rage was brewing within him.

The scene, filled with intense fighting spirit yet chilling silence, was amplified by the crimson sunset, adding to its menacing atmosphere.

At the very front of the queue.

A row of solemn and dignified warriors stood there, clad in silver-white armor.

A holy armor, a terrifying greatsword—he alone is enough to defeat an army of thousands.

silence.

But the giant swords they pointed to in the distance unmistakably told a story.

kill.

A silent killing intent.

Silent hostility.

The enemy appeared on the distant horizon.

Under the blood-red setting sun.

The enormous figure slowly moved forward, blocking the sun.

A giant wolf.

【Wolf God Tarsis】

For some reason, the name popped into Logan's mind.

Their flesh and bones are as solid as cast iron, and their hair is as sharp as steel needles.

Dark red battle patterns flowed across its massive body. Its crimson vertical pupils held only pure brutality and a furious rage capable of tearing everything apart.

The giant wolf and the army were locked in a standoff.

silence.

But a silent rage roared within Logan.

Why?

He still couldn't control his body.

He advanced with the army towards the enemy.

faster and faster.

It crouched low and advanced toward the enemy.

faster and faster.

A 'hero' who vanquishes monsters, and a 'monster' who fights for freedom.

The frenzy of blood and fire began.

Limbs were scattered everywhere.

The armor shattered.

Blood flowed like a river.

In the end, all that remained were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Logan didn't know at what moment he was cut in half at the waist.

All he knew was that he collapsed in a pool of blood, and all he could hear were the desperate cries of countless soldiers.

Consciousness gradually faded.

But the rage in his heart had not yet subsided.

......

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts of battle ceased.

Logan pushed the corpse off him.

He opened his eyes.

A huge wolf head was hanging right in front of him.

The wolf god Tarsis looked down at him.

Logan's blood-soaked face was reflected in his crimson pupils.

The air was thick with a stench and awe-inspiring force that could crush an ordinary person.

A deep, metallic sound, like metal scraping against bone, exploded in Logan's mind:

"I can smell the inextinguishable rage in your soul."

"Accept my path, accept my rage, become my children, and walk in my place in this corrupt world!"

"Let this world howl in blood, tremble in death!"

"Accept my blessing!"

Logan faced the enormous wolf head, his suppressed rage surging violently within him.

It's like a flame that was about to go out was suddenly doused with hot oil, turning into a raging fire.

The urge to kill was completely ignited.

He parted his lips slightly.

"I--"

The syllable is about to be uttered.

"reject."

A voice resounded through the sky.

It was as light as a sigh, yet it carried an overbearing authority that brooked no disobedience.

The blood-red sky collapsed instantly, turning into absolute, deathly darkness.

The mountain of corpses began to tremble.

Thousands upon thousands of weapons broke.

The arrogance in the eyes of Wolf God Tarsis froze instantly, then transformed into intense resentment and rage.

"No--!!!"

It roared to the sky, emanating boundless pressure and rage from the giant wolf.

Countless bones were trampled and crushed as it rushed towards the top of the sky.

Logan strained to lift his head and looked in the direction the giant wolf was pouncing.

Above the all-consuming dark sky, five pitch-black phantoms stood silently, their origins unknown.

The figure in the very center looked down calmly at the giant wolf that was pouncing towards them.

Logan's vision was shrouded in darkness.

Consciousness vanished instantly.

He left the realm of the gods.

......

Logan was breathing heavily, his eyes tightly shut.

Consciousness has returned to reality, but the body still does not belong to oneself.

A violent force was surging through his body, originating in his brain. Blood was rushing through his veins, making a roaring sound.

He stood there, motionless. Only beads of blood mixed with black impurities seeped from his skin, and a faint mist of blood evaporated instantly by the high temperature.

......

Countless words flooded my mind like a waterfall.

[The Wolf God Tarsis bestows upon you his protection...]

[Care request has been declined]

[Recollecting host data...]

[Has mastered three combat skills:]

Thrust Blood Hunter (MAX), Wolf Strike (LV1), Parry (LV1)

The employment requirements have been met.

[Matching professions in progress...]

Countless afterimages began flashing wildly through Logan's mind. Each afterimage represented a profession that was worthy of the awe of ordinary people.

He saw the Shield Guard, wielding a giant shield, as unshakeable as a reef in the battle formation;

He saw a barbarian with bloodshot eyes, wielding a giant axe and splitting his enemy in two;

He saw a warrior whose swordsmanship was nimble and who moved with ease through the enemy ranks;

Even those special professions he had never heard of before... [War Priest], [Starbreaker Warrior]...

Countless words and images churned wildly in his consciousness, breaking down and reforming at an ever-increasing speed, constantly searching for the final answer that best suited him.

......

In the real world...

Elsa stared intently at the motionless Logan.

"Logan?"

She called out tentatively.

no respond.

She took a half step forward, and the moment her fingers touched the ring armor, she felt an intense burning pain in her fingertips.

A visible layer of blood mist was swirling around Logan's body.

Elsa's heart sank.

Panic gripped her, and her composure shattered completely in that instant.

She didn't know what to do.

"If I were you, little girl, I would stay away from him."

Koska had appeared beside her at some point, her eyes fixed on Logan, the alcohol on her face completely gone.

Elsa's dagger instantly reversed, aiming at Kosca.

"What's wrong with him?"

Kosca ignored Elsa's dagger and simply said:

According to "The Origins of Extraordinary Professions in the Second Empire", among the vast array of extraordinary professions, there are a few special professions. Some of them will cause abnormal phenomena when people take up their posts, and some may even cause natural disasters.

"That's his situation right now; he's currently in a new job."

"If you forcefully touch him, you will not only fail to save him, but you will also harm him."

Upon hearing this, Elsa abruptly withdrew her dagger, but her gaze remained fixed on Logan's pained profile.

"Will he be alright?"

"I have no idea."

"Extraordinary professions are another extremely profound subject."

Elsa felt it was getting hard to breathe.

Watching your loved one suffer helplessly, and being unable to do anything about it...

No.

Concern clouded her judgment, and she had completely forgotten about the existence of the Blessing.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting her consciousness sink into darkness, calling out the name of God.

Visara, the Goddess of Shadow and Paranoia

In the darkness, Elsa found a thread connecting the two, and following the thread, she saw Logan's flame of life.

The flames did not go out; instead, they burned even brighter.

A tremendous power flowed back to her through the contract.

Her bones cracked, her muscle fatigue vanished, and her strength was elevated to a whole new level.

He's fine.

He became stronger.

Elsa let out a long breath, but still gripped the dagger tightly.

......

"boom--!"

A visible ring of air exploded outwards from Logan, causing Elsa's cloak to flutter and forcing Koska to take two steps back.

Logan finally opened his eyes.

He tilted his head back, his chest expanded violently, and he let out a roar that pierced through the entire forest.

In his eyes, the frantically flashing, semi-transparent text finally came to a standstill.

[Job secured...]

The Wolf God, Tarsis, is watching you.

[...re-employed...]

Successfully hired.