In this world, it is actually not difficult to earn enough money to support a person's life.
An ordinary person can transfer to various basic production professions by simply choosing the no-sacrifice transfer option.
Such as farmers, blacksmith apprentices, chef apprentices, etc.
These professions are the cattle and horses of this world and are indispensable in every aspect of production and consumption.
However, without special circumstances, these job-changers will never be able to make further progress in their entire lives.
Mark naturally doesn't want to be a slave after traveling through time. In this world where swords and magic go hand in hand and slimes and dragons dance together, he also wants to experience the life of an adventurer.
Mark clicked on the job transfer interface on his personal panel as soon as he realized it.
The original owner had seen the interface in front of him hundreds and thousands of times.
Three status bars of different colors appeared in front of Mark without any change.
The first is the white job transfer without sacrifice, the second is the golden job transfer with faith sacrifice, and the third is the blood-red job transfer with random item sacrifice.
Mark directly rejected the first job change without sacrifice.
The second job change of faith sacrifice is a job change project that the original owner has experimented with countless times. Each job change consumes 100 points of faith, and the job change is a profession related to the current identity.
The third one is to communicate with an unknown being, who will choose sacrificial items and grant you a profession.
These three panels are almost the same in the hands of every human on the Holy Dragon Continent, and 90% of people will choose the second option with no risk and higher returns.
Only less than 0.1% of people would choose the third option. According to church records, most of those who chose this third option eventually became demons and heretics and were eventually purged by the church.
This is also the reason why the original owner did not dare to choose the third option despite being frustrated thousands of times.
But now Mark's old church can no longer absorb the faith of believers, and he himself has no faith at all.
"There's nothing I can do about it. In this case, I can only sacrifice items to change my job to a random job!"
As a young man from the 21st century, Mark is skeptical of the demons and heresies promoted by religious organizations.
In his opinion, there is no such thing as an unforgivable profession, only people who cannot control their desires because of their profession.
Even if he really communicated with the devil or Cthulhu or something like that, he would just consider himself unlucky.
After all, everyone who has played card drawing knows that if there is a chance of getting UR in a card pool, you won’t spend all your money on another card pool that only produces SSR, right?
If you don't gamble, what's the point of playing the card game! ?
"Change job!"
With a thought, Mark selected the blood-red job transfer option bar without hesitation.
Then, the smell of rotten pine resin suddenly solidified in the air, and Mark froze in place, still clicking the bloody job transfer bar.
The originally pitch-black inner wall of the tree hole began to ooze out an asphalt-like substance with a faint blue glow, strangely forming a half-meter vacuum around his feet.
Twelve bone-white candles slowly emerged from the "asphalt", and the candle flames and candle wax exuded the breath of holy light that Mark was familiar with.
Mark's own shadow was pinned to the top of the tree hole by the candlelight, and as the distorted shadow swayed with the flames, bursts of whispers that were not like human voices were heard.
[Contractor…] A whisper with a metallic scraping sound shook off the sawdust, [Let me see…]
The asphalt material around Mark suddenly boiled under the control of this sound, and condensed into three tentacles with barbs.
The first one pierced the cross on his chest, the second one wrapped around the carotid artery, and the third one went straight into his heart in the left chest.
[Hah...] Golden cracks appeared in the shadows, and Mark could vaguely see a vertical pupil glowing with colorful light behind the cracks. [Worthless rotten flesh..., then I grant you corruption... Hmm?]
Mark had already seen that the asphalt-like substance had begun to emit colorful light and was injecting an unknown substance into his body, but it suddenly stopped after he let out a light exclamation.
That feeling of being neither up nor down is as uncomfortable as being stopped at the door at the critical moment during exercise.
[Rotten flesh marked by light... Interesting... Ha... Ha... Ha...]
After the crack, He seemed to have thought of something interesting. After a burst of laughter like a signal disconnection, the colorful light that had originally stopped on Mark's chest suddenly changed, and three colorful black substances rushed out from the tentacles and rushed towards Mark's body.
The three tentacles emitted a sharp buzzing sound at the same time, and Mark's spine seemed to be poured into molten lead, and every muscle fiber was whimpering as if it was broken.
Mark's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.
He could feel the asphalt crystallizing and growing in his blood vessels, the sharp crystals piercing his blood vessels and internal organs. He could even clearly hear the rustling sound of mycelium spreading in his bones.
The concept of time is now infinitely extended in Mark's world.
Under the immense pain and torture, he just wanted to faint completely, but every time he became drowsy, a more stimulating and painful feeling would come over him again, waking him up again.
Mark felt like a century had passed before the twelve candles around him suddenly burst into blue-purple flames, and countless distorted human faces emerged from the shadows illuminated by the flames.
The original owner's twenty years of memories were torn into pieces by some force - the dew-covered irises during morning prayers in church, the yellowed lily wreaths at his father's funeral, the crystal holy grail that exploded during a failed job transfer ceremony, all memories related to the holy light were burning.
The ashes of the burned picture fell down and sprinkled on the cross necklace and personal panel in front of Mark.
The silver necklace completely turned into a colorful black color, and the original words "Acting Priest" were slowly covered by ashes.
The black font gradually evolved into the words [■■Priest] in white on a black background.
At the same time, the [Special Status: [Holy Light Disgust]] column at the bottom of the personal panel also changes to white text on a black background.
The content also changes to [Special Status: [Holy Light Disgusted (Fake)] (Every bastard that the Holy Light hates will receive His gift, and you are special. Find Him and you will receive even more)]
When all these changes were completed, Mark felt that the power that bound him loosened, and the environment in front of him darkened.
Everything that had just appeared in the tree hole disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was just Mark's illusion.
However, when Mark opened his personal panel with a thought, he realized that everything that had just happened was true.
"Finally succeeded in changing jobs?"
"I always fail at normal job transfers, but I chose a random job transfer, and it turned out to be one related to Holy Light? Is this the legendary trick of fate?"
"Poor little Mark, if you knew that choosing to sacrifice and change jobs would have such a result, I wonder if you would regret squandering your family fortune in the past two years."
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