A strong wind blew into the room through the shattered window, making the hem of Aiden's clothes snap and flutter.
He slowly stood up and walked to the window. Looking up at the blood-red sky, the curve of his lips grew wider and wider, until it became a cold, wildly arrogant smile.
"Deputy Guildmaster, get up."
Aiden reached back and clenched his hand. A Mythic Rank staff suddenly appeared in his palm, giving off a terrifying pressure, as if it could destroy the world.
Divine Golden Sunflame burned fiercely around him, as if it would light up this hopeless sky.
"In my dictionary, the word [defense] doesn't exist."
"If the Abyss wants to play, then I'll play big with them!"
"Don't worry. I won't let Earth fall."
"I'll bring back the Great Wall Core…"
"And then, with my own hands, I'll twist off the heads of those damned Demon Gods, one by one!"
…
After submitting the Class Change quest that was worthy of being recorded in history, time quietly moved on to the next day.
