A semi-transparent attribute box appeared in front of me, allowing me to finally let go of the anxiety that had been building up inside. Thank goodness, I can now integrate into this world with a rather noble identity.

With my mind at ease, I carefully examined the semi-transparent attribute box:

Name: Wu Fan

Occupation: Druid (Redeemer)

Level: 1

Experience: 0

Next level experience requirement: 5000

Strength: 15 Agility: 20 Stamina: 25 Spirit: 20

Attack power range from 0-1

Health points (HP):55 Endurance points (EP):84 Mana points (MP):20 Defense points(DP):11 (other details omitted)

Redeemer? Next level requires 5000 experience??

"How is it?"

Lar eagerly asked as he noticed me staring blankly at the attribute box for some time.

Judging by their reactions, they couldn't see my attribute box. This made me breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's open now. But I'm only at Level One with zero experience. It will take a lot of effort and luck to reach the next level which requires an additional five thousand experiences," I replied vaguely.

"Haha! Dear Wu, don't worry too much about it. It's just five thousand experiences after all. With your age and talent plus enough diligence and luck on your side, you'll definitely be able to cross over Level Twenty-Four before you turn thirty!" Lar said enviously.

So everyone starts off with zero experience at Level One; however, I still have no idea if anyone else has "Redeemer" as their occupation title or not. For now, there's no point in asking them about it since I can't think of any good topics to bring up without sounding suspicious or nosy. Best leave it alone for now and figure it out on my own later.

"Really? I'm that amazing?" I laughed foolishly. Being too modest at this point would only make things worse.

With Lar's guidance, I opened my storage box, skill list and task list one by one. At this point, Lar had taught me all the basics he could; the rest will have to be learned through actual combat experience.

The dark clouds covering the sky finally dispersed. I lay quietly beside the campfire, picking up a wild grass and chewing on it absentmindedly. After much persuasion from me, Lar and his companions finally agreed to let me try guarding during night time - as if successfully opening up the unique occupation-related interface was enough for them to trust an inexperienced newcomer like myself. Of course, our mutual trust built over these past few days also played a significant role in their decision-making process; otherwise even if I were powerful enough they wouldn't entrust nighttime watch duties to someone they barely knew.

Of course, I couldn't stay up all night. Although it's not a big deal for me, tomorrow's schedule is tight and lack of sleep will definitely slow down everyone's pace. So I'm responsible for the relatively simple first half of the night, while Ral takes over in the second half.

The blood-red moon hanging high in the sky reminds me constantly that this is not a game but a real world where people cannot be resurrected after death.

However, tonight those menu bars that only exist in games have once again confused me. Is this really a real world or just a game-like simulation?

I struggled with two thoughts in my mind. Doug's passionate voice, Larr's calm but sharp language, and Geff's introverted yet warm personality flashed through my mind one by one. I suddenly smiled.

BD, living people with flesh and blood were right in front of me, yet I still doubted whether this was a game world. It seemed that my cowardly character had not become much stronger after these few days of training.

I have just been avoiding reality all along.

Perhaps every world has its unique rules and laws. Just like if I brought them back to the original world and they saw airplanes in the sky and computers on the desk, how would they feel? They would probably be thousands of times more surprised than seeing these menu bars now.

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In fact, life is simple. As long as you can accept the facts in front of you, you will naturally get used to it and think that it is only natural for it to exist. To put it bluntly, life is like rape; if you don't want to be depressed about it, you have to learn to accept it.

Realizing this point lifted the burden of depression and helplessness that had been troubling me for so long although not completely gone yet. But at least now I could calmly accept everything before me.

A faint sound of footsteps came over steadily and rhythmically from behind me. Without turning around, I knew who was coming.

"Larr uncle，it seems like midnight hasn't passed yet."

I looked up at the red moon in the sky which had only risen by five percent.

"Go ahead little devil，sleep a little longer so that you won't fall behind tomorrow." Larr said sarcastically without any good intentions towards me。

"Hehe~~" I laughed a few times gratefully then went into Larr's tent he lent me。

The next few days were still boring journeys full of hardships except for one thing worth mentioning. During a mission to eliminate the rotten corpses, an unexpected whiteboard wooden stick was found. Larr immediately used his attitude that did not match the qualities of a Paladin - calmness, humility and honesty - to boast about the accuracy of his exclusive intelligence for more than half an hour before suddenly stuffing this whiteboard wooden stick into my hand.

"Larr uncle，this..."

I was just a bystander standing next to him. According to the rules of this world, I had no right to share in any spoils obtained from battles with monsters. Seeing Larr handing me this wooden stick- although it was only a whiteboard wooden stick - but judging from these few days' equipment drop rate, even fools could calculate its value.

Here I have to mention some classifications in this world.

Without considering races and only classifying people by their abilities, there are several types of people in this world:

Commoners: They are numerous but generally weak and unable to fight against demonic forces. However, they are important because after all even Transcenders have parents; without commoners where would Transcenders come from?

Soldiers: They are stronger than commoners and can cause certain damage if coordinated well enough.

Mercenaries: They are stronger than soldiers with strength between that of soldiers and Transcenders. Like Transcenders they undergo extremely rigorous training but cannot become Transcenders due to lack of talent. Although they cannot learn as many skills as Transcenders do on average, they can already use some suitable equipment unlike commoners who can only use daily necessities such as ordinary pig-killing knives or fruit knives etc.. For example what I am wearing now is just fur clothing which has no defense at all except keeping warm。These daily necessities cannot be called equipment because these items do not carry any attributes like weapons or armor do。To give an analogy，a burly butcher using a pig-killing knife to deal with a low-level, low-defense Fallen Demon can at most leave a blood mark on it.

Transcenders: This does not need to be explained. Although their numbers are small, they are definitely the backbone of resisting demonic invasion.

Next is items. The items in this world can be divided into two categories:

The first category is daily necessities without any attributes.

The second category is equipment which carries attributes and has many different levels。

Commoners can only use daily necessities such as ordinary pig-killing knives or fruit knives etc.. These daily necessities cannot be called equipment because these items do not carry any attributes like weapons or armor do。To give an analogy，a burly butcher using a pig-killing knife to deal with a low-level, low-defense Fallen Demon can at most leave a blood mark on it.

What can be called equipment refers to items with attribute descriptions, even if they are just plain white. For example, a rusty and damaged wooden sword with a damage range of 0-1 and durability that tends towards zero.

Yes, as long as it has a damage range of 0-1, even if it's lower than that, it can still be considered equipment.

Only these items that qualify as equipment can cause significant damage to the invaders from hell. The reason why job changers are respected is not only because of their powerful skills but also because they are the only ones who can use this equipment (in fact mercenaries can too, but their use of equipment is highly restricted). Civilians cannot use them even if they have enough strength to hold them in their hands; they cannot unleash the attributes of the equipment. It's like a civilian holding an ultimate dark gold sword and wearing a full set of green armor is no stronger than a bare-chested man wielding a pig-killing knife. Moreover, there is one prerequisite: he must have enough strength to lift the sword and bear the weight of the green armor.

How do people become job changers? They are strong individuals who possess talent and have undergone countless trials. Their strength in terms of agility, spirit and physical stamina far exceeds that of civilians. Only after receiving recognition from God can they accept job changes. Even for level 70 or 80 job changers who may not necessarily be able to wield top-tier swords or wear green armor - don't expect civilians to be able to handle them either! You've read too many novels!

Going off-topic here... due to these factors, civilians are destined never to enter battlefields while job changers remain precious assets on any team. Because drop rates for such rare pieces are low and nobody knows how to make them themselves - even plain white ones are extremely valuable.

Speaking about plain white items, we have to classify equipment from bottom to top: plain white, blue, gold, dark gold, green and finally the legendary artifact. Here I must once again criticize Blizzard's irresponsible attitude - as expected of a game that claims "the game will be officially released when it's ready" - it is completely unreliable.

Ahem... in fact, after all that has been said and done, there is only one thing to prove: this seemingly unremarkable plain wooden stick is actually very precious. I feel unworthy of receiving such an item.

Thinking so, I quickly took the wooden stick without hesitation. My speed was definitely not slower than Douglass taking the ring back then; he looked at me with admiration and sighed deeply while thinking highly of our generation. His eyes also became more affectionate towards me.