GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?-Chapter 1869: Just An Ant Farm.

The training was more about accuracy than finesse. He was given poles of wood that he had to cut in half, slash in a straight line, or stab specific points accurately. Blocks of wood were also thrown at him to intercept with his sword.

He is not a stranger to this sort of motion in games, but his lack of an arm made things difficult for him. This and many other similar situations showed him just how much sacrifice he had made to get his class. Fortunately, his sacrifice and hard work paid off. He was ready for his first mission after two months of nonstop training. He finally decided to try out a mission.

He was excited and full of anticipation for the mission. He wasn't the only one. The gods were also waiting with anticipation for him to finally make a move.

The training facility was like an ant farm in front of the gods. It was a small miniature world built with transparent material, so the gods could see through it.

The material wasn't truly transparent, but to the gods, it might as well be. They could see everything happening within it at a time.

There were also many gods watching these training facilities. All the gods who were the first 100 to become godlings in each divine realm were here. The gods with titan crystals were also here.

They all sat in the divine council chambers all day watching the activities in the hero training facility. At the end of the year, they would have to pick which of the trainees they want. Before then, they have to collect data on their prospective targets, analyze them, and then make a decision to offer them a divine contract.

Not many gods could bear to wait for a whole year watching them. 9 Crowns for instance, was always busy hunting, so he was rarely around.

Now that the gods had voted for Gemmis to grant domain quests, many gods had gained the opportunity to become domain gods. This meant 9 Crowns had more targets to hunt.

Both the true gods who had just gained a domain but haven't evolved yet and domain gods who had just evolved were the target of 9 Crowns' hunt. He truly wasn't picky about that.

But the gods didn't like his open mindedness and the way he was willing to treat everyone equally. So they were happy to see him absent from observing the hero trainees. It meant that he was likely to select a poor candidate.

The gods promised each other not to share their observations with him. They didn't need to, as they were already going to do that just so that they could hoard the best candidates for themselves. But they reached an agreement to specifically exclude 9 Crowns at all costs.

Maybe they wouldn't have done that or be happy that he wasn't observing the training facilities if they knew that Legion-8 was around to watch. But Legion-8 didn't expose this fact. He let them enjoy their false happiness. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Besides, with his identity a secret, he could hear them talk about their hatred for 9 Crowns and their plans to deal with him. In fact, this was more interesting than watching a bunch of ants train.

Most of the things they did were boring. It was only at times like this when one of the trainees that had amused them was about to do something that they could feel any interest.

The gods remembered the guy who was willing to cut apart his fellow and also cut his arm for a class. So they were interested to see how he would fare in his first training mission.

Taylor walked down from his room to the first floor with his sword drawn. Some stared at him with clear animosity, but most were just wary of him.

No one bothered him as he walked, though. He managed to reach the first floor without issue. He found many people standing about and selling stuff there. Many people had begun trying the missions, so they have acquired better equipment that they are selling now.

He has also heard of a fellow called Black Knife who lends equipment and training points to others for interest. Others sell information about the missions or other useful information here. It makes the first floor busier than other floors.

Many people are doing different types of things to earn training points, and they all do it on the first floor. It is the largest place to interact after all. So it is like a market place.

The stalls and people stand at the very edge of the hall. They leave the center space clear for anyone going to the two boards, so Taylor didn't have a problem reaching his destination.

He looked at the whiteboard first. He saw that the first on the list was the guy known as Black Knife. After him is someone called AB Tfuck.

This name was recognizable to him. It evoked memories that made him smile. It was only then that he realized that he hadn't smiled since he lost his arm.

He knows the name AB Tfuck because he has seen it in many other games. He couldn't recognize the next names. It made him lose interest and turn to the blackboard.

He saw the list of missions was still abundant. They were ranked I'm difficulty from F to S. The S-rank missions were only 10 in number. They were also completely different missions. So there were 10 different types of S-rank missions, of which they can only be completed

once.

On the other end of the spectrum are the F-rank missions. There are also 10 types of missions, but each one has 10,000 entries for a total of 1,000,000 missions. Each mission rewards 10

training points.

The next E-anked missions vary in reward from 100 to 200. It means that anyone who wants a class will have to do at least 10 F-rank missions or one E-rank mission.

He thought to himself with a shake of his head, "1 million F-rank missions and 1 million trainees. I doubt everyone will be able to get a class at this rate."