Chapter 1882: Selection Day.

Chapter 1882: Selection Day.



Upgrading is the more expensive option. But it comes with the perks of requiring just 5 levels more instead of 10 levels for a new uncommon skill. He will also retain half of his proficiency in the upgraded skill. His power will experience a massive boost since uncommon skills are more powerful than common skills.

However, he went with getting a new skill. It is not because he can't afford the cost of upgrading the skill. He just wants to increase his versatility by getting a new skill.

He got Quick Strike. Unlike Power Strike, Quick Strike focuses on the speed of an attack. It makes his attacks too fast to block. He opted for it over Double Strike or Reinforce, which would make him more difficult to kill.

Then he returned to his schedule. He would train, sleep, fight, buy better equipment, and then do it all over again. He wasn't the only one doing so. In fact, the top 10% were in a frenzy doing missions so as to be able to reach the top 10. They were fighting like their lives

depended on it.

Eventually, two months went by. It was finally the last day of training. They were all arranged on the first floor just like the first time they came here. Ragna was also standing in front of them in his full giant form.

He said to them, "You already know if you are going to become a hero or not. But don't be disheartened if you didn't make it to the top 10. The gods have been watching your performance and might choose anyone of you that fits their requirements. We will know soon if you were selected or not."

They saw the signs immediately. A pillar of golden light fell on certain individuals. There was a golden paper within the pillar of light. It fell from the sky and came to stop in front of the selected heroes, where it hovered.

Taylor's jaw had dropped at the sheer insanity of it. He shouldn't have been surprised by AB Tfuck's actions since the guy was always doing dramatic stuff like that in past games. It is because AB was always taking things too far.

He wouldn't use easy game mechanics like fast travel and would instead do things the hard way, like walking across the map every time, all in a bid to have more realism. But Taylor didn't expect that kind of behavior with the current stakes at risk.

He slapped his forehead, shook it, and said out loud, "Stop fooling around. This is not a game."

His voice shouldn't have left his mouth because of Ragna's influence. He shouldn't have been able to speak, but the opposite happened. His voice carried over and became loud enough for everyone to hear. Tfuck heard him but laughed.

The man threw his head back and laughed. "It doesn't matter what this is. The only thing that matters is that this is my destiny. I must forge myself into the sharpest blade. I need the fires of war and the difficulties of life to hammer out the impurities within me. Only then will I be worthy of becoming a god."

Taylor didn't speak anymore. He felt that he had already done too much, so he kept quiet. The gods, on the other hand, had something to say.

27 gods spoke one after another. One of them said, "So be it." Then they withdrew their contract.

Some laughed in amusement while others in derision, and some just snorted. Some just hummed. They called him various names such as ignorant, stupid, foolish, blind, and many

more.

Taylor didn't sense any anger from them, but he agreed with everything they called AB. In fact, he was getting angry himself. His fist was clenched in anger at the absurdity of it all.