'Look at this bitch, telling me straight-up that she will kill me if I fail.'

Nightcrawler pondered its absurdity and snorted.

This is why she hated tribulators and constellations. They—who think of themselves as almighty—although they were once mortals—considered mortals only as a mortal form of entertainment.

Also, if their interest fails even a little, those mortals would mercilessly be dumped and burned.

Fortunately, Nightcrawler believes that for the 1000th playthrough, she will one day walk to the end of the ascension path and make them pay for all their sins.

Also, she's done well enough to avoid that fate and would…

'Just play along as their entertainment, and I’ll be able to take as much time to walk more.'

'More so, a short sword with a spider and its web inscription would be a great help if I could obtain it without a sweat.'

"Alright. I got ya, show my goal?'

[You have accepted the bet.]

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' bursts into laughter due to your courageous spirit.]

[A Sudden Quest: Scribe’s Certification has been created!]

* * *

Meanwhile, in the safety zone of the Outer Hell sanctuary that Nightcrawler had left,

*Everyone, gather around here!"

At the shout of a long blond-haired lady in military uniform with grey eyes.

As the people's eyes turned to her.

"What's happening?"

"Does she want to act like a boss or something?"

The female soldier pulled out her ID card and showed it to the crowd.

"This is Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung, a C-class Walker belonging to the Cultivator Unit under the Military Security Creed Command. As an emergency protocol, everyone please follow my instructions."

More than a dozen years had passed since Hell's Gate from the Netherworld opened in earnest, and each province created an emergency cataclysm manual in preparation for many situations in which the general public was caught up in a random lull that occurred without any sign.

The first law, among others, was that if a Walker (also called a cultivator in some cases) entered the hell gate, they were to follow their instructions unconditionally.

This is because, in general, when a walker is officially registered, he or she must complete pertinent training.

Moreover, if Walker is a soldier, trust is inevitable.

People were divided into formations like 5-layer arrays according to the orders of Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung, and each one took out basic weapons from their spatial ring (invisible at first) to prepare for any demons that came out of the safe zone.

"Fortunately, we have at least one Walker. If not, Ugh... I just can't imagine what could happen!"

"We still don't know what might happen, since according to the news, anything can happen in Hell's Gate, so let's keep our heads up."

"Of course. But will that lass be okay?"

"Huh, which lass?"

"The lass who ran out as soon as the first Hell's Gate mission arose."

"A-A-AHHH, That girl! I feel goosebumps if she's already dead!"

Shortly after, as people's mental panic subsided to some extent, they began to worry about Nightcrawler.

"You think so. Her body was wrecked in the first place, and she didn't look too good."

"Just a probability. I hope nothing bad happens to her, though. She looks like someone the age of my first daughter."

"I hope so too. She was in a hurry, though. Did she think she would make a lot of money?"

There were many ants attracted to a cube of sugar, unaware of the impending foot, who thought of Hell's Gate as a land of thousand opportunities rather than a disaster and jumped in quick succession.

This case was for those with the lowest income who had a hard time making a living.

"That lass? She's got way more money than you guys."

Concurrently, a young woman in her 20s suddenly interrupted their conversation.

"Huh? How do you know that? And how dare you interrupt adult conversation? Did your parents not teach you well? Or are you just being disrespectful?"

"My apologies. Your conversation just attracted my ears. That girl is the Dark Heiress. The JW game group."

"Ah, I knew I had seen her somewhere!"

"People say she argues with her team when they don't listen to her if they lose and just praises them if they win, but she's done a lot of advertising through ads and TV channels because she's so beautiful, like a moon goddess. Because of that, she's got a three-bedroom apartment in Welcum Province. Although she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, people say her family's wealth had nothing to do with her own."

No wonder she calls herself the heiress! "Why would someone like that run out there?"

The young lass perked up her shoulders as if she already understood it.

"I heard she led a shittiest life after getting addicted to drugs, which led to her early retirement. There are also rumors of her getting into gang discord several times too. And who knows? She must have gone to commit suicide because she was too tired to live."

"Hey, calm down; can't you shut up? Haven't you sobered up yet?"

"What did I do?"

At one point, the young girl's tone was mixed with contempt and ridicule. The female friend who had been with her tried to calm her down, but the young lass seemed to have a strong grudge for some reason.

She wanted Nightcrawler to die. Strangely enough, the people's expressions began to change.

Shortly, the atmosphere grew uncomfortable as some of them tried moving elsewhere, saying they needed to waste themselves or making other excuses.

But then…

[DING!]

[All 'Hell Yunnan' to 'Double Fang Tiger' in Hell's Gate had been Slain!]

"…?"

"…?"

"…?"

Everyone tilted their heads at the same time. All the attendees are currently gathered in the safety zone, so who killed the demons?

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[All 'Hell hyenas' have been Slain!]

[All 'Hell vultures' have been Slain!]

[All 'Titans of Hell spirits' are being Slain rapidly!]

[Walker, 'Noelle Nightcrawler' is going berserk!]

Everyone stared at the blue messages that popped up one after the other with shock in their eyes.

Importantly, the eyes of the young lass who'd been talking about Nightcrawler's backstory grew shaky.

* * *

[Scrible's Certification

Type: Sudden Quest.

Description: The growth of 'Scribe of the Heavens,' has been stagnating lately, so she shows great interest in nurturing her citadel and Daoist to spread her tribulations and teaches.

Unfortunately for her, most talented people are already being sponsored by their patrons, leaving her no choice but to monitor novices until she found you.

'Scribe of the Heavens,' considers you, whose body movements and sword skills are those of a heaven brush, a suitable candidate for a Daoist.

However, it would be too premature to accept you straight away as a Daoist candidate.

Hence, she would like to test you.

You must take the temporary short sword and slay all the Titan of Hell spirits within the next 24 hours.

Conditions

Upon Failure: Death

Upon success, 'Vampiric's Funagglelimb' will be awarded. Daoist Candidate Selection]

'I see how it is.'

After reading the entire quest window, Nightcrawler laughed.

No wonder she showed such great interest in me from the start. Didn't she know the seven heavens were a war realm? Did she think it was just some playground?'

It seems that she was less interested in her potential as a Walker and more like she was in dire need.

'Come to think of it, before I regressed, there's been a lot of battle royale between Vehremet Heavenly Palace and Mabel-Dawn-Felluman Palace. Does this have anything to do with it?'

Mabel-Dawn-Felluman, also known as Symboliytux, belongs to the Constellations. The strongest among them

"…"

'And also his ex-wife.'

'I didn't know if it was really necessary to have trials to wage a war with your mother.'

If Nightcrawler was right, then there were plenty of things up for grabs.

'The bigger and riskier the bet, the better the reward.'

She checked the contents by glancing at the short sword with the Spider and its web inscription on it.

[Name: 'Vampiric's Funagglelimb]

Description: For the sake of his child, The Vampiric Spider' Pulled out her limb to create this short sword. It has its ego.

Type: Vampiric Short Sword.

Attack power: Immeasurable.

Enhancement: Unknown.

* You are currently ‘renting’ the sacred heirloom from the original owner.

* You cannot use the function of the Cultivated Heirloom because the qualification requirements are not met.

Since the qualifications have not been met, the details of the heirloom cannot be checked.

...

Most of the functions were locked, so she was only able to use it as a practically high-quality short sword, but that was enough.

After all, Nightcrawler had dealt with and robbed many Cultivated Heirlooms in multiple playthroughs, so she immediately conceded that the function of this relic wasn't something simple.

'Hmm... does it have 'Sucker of Blood' and Simultaneous Bleeding'? More than that, it's a growth type too. That's good enough.'

Nightcrawler knew all too well what all these Daos do, so she wanted it.

She glanced toward the sky and clicked her tongue.

'Hmph. Something like this would be too common for Vixian-Bell-Dharam.'

'If I'm going to receive a present, it's better to aim for something much bigger and more glamorous.'

With those thoughts, her eyes darted to somewhere Vixian-Bell-Dharam would be and she asked…

"Would you be interested in adding another condition?'

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' tilts her head in confusion.]

"20 minutes."

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' is confused and is still tilting her head in confusion.]

"I'll slay the Titan of Hell spirit within 20 minutes from now. Since I'm providing you with ahem. I mean, you need more entertainment; please provide a reward."

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' opens her eyes wide at your words, as she had never thought of this.]

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' finds your request amusing and is smiling very widely.]

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' accepts your offer! However, if you lose the bet, She warns you that your death will not be a peaceful one, revealing her canine teeth.]

"Thank you."

Nightcrawler twisted the corner of her lip.

Momentarily, she guessed that her smile wouldn't be much different from the one Vixian-Bell-Dharam was making.

Although the meaning behind it was completely different.

And that's how Nightcrawler's slaughter royale began.

Of course, it is never easy to reach the area when the leader of the Titan of Hell spirit is there.

On the ground, among the seven Crimson Mountains, she encountered the Titan of Hell spirit and unpredictable Hell hyenas. From the crimson flaming cloud, Hell vultures descended and attacked her.

Due to dealing with various kinds of demons at once, her senses were sharper at all times.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Slash! Slash! Slash!

[Level Up!]

[Level Up!]

[Strength has increased by 4.]

[Stamina has increased by 3.]

[The rumors of a bet between you and the 'Scribe of the Heavens spread rapidly across the seven heavens!]

[More tribulators and constellations are watching you!]

[Some tribulators are watching you with skeptical eyes.]

[Some constellations are showing interest in your battle as they stroke their chins.]

The tribulators and constellations that Nightcrawler knew were always curious and nosy, since after the battle royale that happened once a month for hierarchy, they couldn't cope with the boredom that naturally came afterward.

As such, it is only natural that a bet between the two would spread this quickly.

The main reason she proposed this bet was to increase her popularity and establish herself as a super rookie through this large-scale event, and of course…

"More opportunities for reward and efficiency to walk the path of ascension faster."

Just like Vixian-Bell-Dharam threw [Vampiric's Funagglelimb] casually, the tribulators and constellations all tend to do this as impromptu amusement, so the more the popularity, the better.

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' is a bit perplexed by the unexpected number of visitors.]

[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' strongly warns the tribulators and constellations who have shown interest in you, the one she has chosen!]

Unequivocally, considering she wanted Nightcrawler for herself and was a bit displeased when things unexpectedly blew out of proportion.

'How many more tribulators and constellations showed up? I hope there's at least one decent tribulator in the mix.'

[Level Up!]

[You have reached level 11. You have successfully grown out of the Amateur state.]

[Achievement Accomplished!

Title: A talent who broke out from being an amateur in the shortest time

Rewards:

All stats increased by 6.

Secret trait unlocked.]

A glint flashed in Night's eyes.

‘A secret trait.’

'As expected, the stuff I wanted, appeared.'

Deeming that she could barely grow by getting a normal trait called 'Gunshotter' in her previous playthroughs, she swore she would never select a mediocre trait in this last playthrough.

'It would be great if something like a vampire Dao lord or Dao dark queen appeared. All are probabilities. Anyways, the path I will choose to tread, [Berserker Dao], would be the best choice.'

The biggest weakness of Berseker Dao was the loss of the user's sanity in exchange for an explosive increase in attack power.

It seems Nightcrawler has some backups in mind. She wasn't too worried about it.

More so…

The reason for choosing Berserker was that it was the fastest starting point to reach the final trait that she was aiming for.

'Even if it's not for that, I have to choose [Berserker] right now so I can slay both Shamna gorilla and Titan of Hell spirit.'

Both demons are difficult to slay, even for level 25 Walkers.

The reason Nightcrawler, who is just level 11, accepted such a ridiculous bet was that she believed in its possibility.

[Once your level exceeds and reaches the two-digit mark, you can pick a trait and get a Dao tree to match it for faster growth.]

[Based on your achievements and records, we'll review the appropriate traits.]

The results are now available.

[Traits available:

Swordsman

Gunshotter

Martial Artist

…

Vampire Child (Secret!)

Drifter of the Shadow (Secret!)

...

Runebound Slayer (Secret!)

Considering that the average number of traits given when selecting a trait for people is five, and those classified as talented and geniuses are given up to ten, an absurd number,

Furthermore, almost half of them were secret traits, and just one was considered a jackpot.

Nightcrawler's eyes were quivering for the first time as she looked at the list.

‘Berserker Dao….it’s not there.’

[7 minutes remaining.]

"…"

'Does that bitch have anything to do with that?