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Su Lu looked at the attribute bar:

[Ding, first level professional information detected – Hypnotist! To take this job, you need 1.3 spirits, 1.0 body, 5 grams of blue crystals… Conditions do not match! Unable to hold the job!]

“In fact, after the world eases restrictions, I could take my previous job, but that doesn’t meet the requirements of the new ‘system’ of the ritual.”

This [Hypnotist] is a ‘hidden profession’ that Su Lu created for himself, and it also involves high-level mysteries such as dimensions and the spirit world.

However, it seems that the world has set restrictions on him in this regard, and an upgrade still requires special materials.

Su Lu did not care about these.

He watched the forest gradually calming down, carefully pondering over his new system.

‘In my design, if professionals want to upgrade, they must meet all the conditions … This is actually the same as the jobs in other worlds. They have to rely on external forces, such as various magical potions that increase their attributes.’

‘I will provide them the formula for this. The world will gradually give birth to more of the transcendent species…’

Su Lu did not want to enhance the strength of the professionals, for he may be competing against them in the future.

But there was no way around it. If he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t meet the requirements of the new system and the ritual would fail.

To create an entirely new transcendent system requires a certain number of professionals and certain level requirements.

‘In order to encourage them and also for extra security… I made restrictions in the new system… Lower level professionals must upgrade within a certain period of time, otherwise, they will face enormous risks… Seeing my dead body, I probably already understand what measures the world will take after its adjustment…’

‘By now, those with good aptitude in the world should all be having that dream, right? Dreaming of me… Receiving the inheritance… Although it’s only first level.’

‘But, having a good aptitude and accepting the inheritance only makes them quasi ‘transcendents’. Even if they upgrade to the first level, they are only ‘micro-ability persons’. If they want to fight against airplanes and artillery, they might as well go back to sleep.’

With the technology of this world, except for some special professions, if the professionals want to cause trouble, the government branches of each country can teach them a lesson in minutes.

‘Unless they are around the fourth or fifth level, resisted the army is as good as being suicidal.’

‘However, they are still too superficial in the use of their powers.’

Su Lu looked at his [Hypnotist] profession and a smile appeared on his face.

In his past life, he had read many novels, and there were modern urban magicians who were obsessed with fireballs and lightning, which was too weak, wasn’t it?

In Su Lu’s view, if one becomes a magician in modern society, there are only two spells they need to focus on.

One is the illusion technique, which, when developed, can dominate humans.

The second is the healing magic, and in the end, it is longevity technology.

Besides these, everything else is rubbish.

What about fireball techniques, lightning, or even meteors? How do they compare to missiles and nuclear bombs?

As for the flow of time and space, the entry difficulty is too high.

If you want to run around the world and enjoy the leisure, really, illusion and healing magic are enough.

His initial profession was designed based on this idea.

“Next, we need to collect some spiritual materials to prepare for upgrading and other things … ”

Su Lu stood up, looking at the dense jungle, the glimmer in his eyes flowing.

The concept of magic potion is broad, but in simple terms, it is nothing more than the fusion and deployment of spirituality, retaining benefits and reducing toxicity.

Does this seem equally applicable to dishes?

“The form of magic potion doesn’t necessarily have to be medicine. Or rather… taking medicine is not as good as taking food. Maybe the dishes I make in the future will really glow!”

“As for professionals, by hunting the transcendent species, they can get various rare ingredients, have them cooked by a top-tier chef, and enhance their strength by eating… uh, why does it feel like something out of a Japanese cartoon?”

“This is just one of the professional choices. It can be definitely named – ‘Food Hunter’?”

…

“Yawn…”

East City, rental house.

Li Weiwei, with dark circles under her eyes, got up and kicked off her teddy bear pillow, which was as tall as a person.

Although her bedroom was not messy, various cosmetics, clothes, and bags were scattered about, enough to make a clean freak detour.

“Damn it… I had nightmares all night.”

Li Weiwei complained, looking at the dark circles on her face in the mirror: “I’m going to die, I have to work today.”

She was a bit confused about the nightmare she had last night.

But gradually, Li Weiwei’s expression changed.

Everyone who has had a nightmare knows that after waking up, most of you only remember that you had a very scary nightmare, but the specifics become very vague, or even completely forgotten.

But now, just by casually recalling, the silhouette in the dream, the giant shadow… seems vivid!

“Wait a minute… when I was dreaming, I was dizzy… now that I think about it, that shadow… seems like a huge footprint! A footprint as tall as a mountain, and those symbols… Ah!”

Li Weiwei held her head, her temples twitching.

In her mind, a piece of information emerged:

“Moyela… Xigukeji… Lalai…”

It seemed like an unknown language, whispering in Li Weiwei’s ear, making a rustling noise, like a malfunctioning radio.

In the end, the eerie noise drowns out everything, making Li Weiwei fall to the ground and scream.

Her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She felt like she understood the gibberish:

“In the depths of that dark world… An indescribable existence waits for you in your dreams!”

“The black feather of the Death’s Crow, the powder of the gemstone, pure water, and rose dew… Mixed… Will become the new eyes and ears!”

For some reason, as soon as Li Weiwei saw the Death’s Crow, she understood that it was a crow.

It’s as if she had known this all along.

Long after, the headache subsided, Li Weiwei climbed up, lay on the bed panting: “I… I saw a ghost! Or do I have mental illness?”

She subconsciously picked up her phone, prepared to call in for a sick leave and go to the hospital.

Suddenly she moved quickly, opened the search bar, and searched for the keywords ‘nightmare’, ‘giant’, ‘bizarre’, revealing a lot of entries.

It had to be said, there were a wide variety of people out there.

Although many ‘awakened people’ are very cautious, there are also people who are not afraid of causing trouble, they immediately expose their nightmares from last night and the information received.

There was even a moderately famous live-streamer who went live to tell his story, but most people regarded it as a ghost story.

Smack!

Li Weiwei’s mobile phone fell to the ground. Normally, this would be enough to make her scream in distress, but now, her face was pale and she murmured unconsciously: “It’s real! It’s real!”