Getting A Job.

There were more pieces of equipment in the pocket of the extra-dimensional space, but Kim Han decided to stop here. And the last thing Kim Han took out were four books.

Everyone expected him to move straight on to the weapons that needed immediate owners, but when Kim Han took out the books, everyone wore puzzled expressions.

Some who had previously received technical manuals from Kim Han stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, wondering if that might be what these were, trying desperately to read the titles.

He spread a large sheet of paper with descriptions of the books on the table so all the members could see.

A commotion rose among the members as they slowly read the appraisal notes.

“A Job Change Scroll?”

“Previous job? Job change?”

“So it isn’t a technical manual…”

“Is that so?”

Murmur, murmur—

“Focus.”

The noisy chatter died down and all eyes turned to Kim Han.

“First, I think everyone is unfamiliar with Job Change Scrolls. I’m the same. So I only took out scrolls that shouldn’t cause problems. The person I call first, step forward. Ostum.”

“Yes!”

The steadfast half-orc Ostum stepped forward at Kim Han’s call without a trace of doubt. Kim Han cautiously asked the stepping Ostum a question.

“What do you think about this?”

“It’s good.”

“Hey, hey, wait. Read the description of the book carefully first.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Hey, hey! No, I meant you should think about it first.”

Ostum gave Kim Han, who was trying to dissuade him, an oddly puzzled look.

“There’s no way the leader would recommend something bad to me, right?”

Kim Han stammered and couldn’t continue easily. It wasn’t because he was moved. Shock and fear were written so plainly on his face they couldn’t be hidden.

And Kim Han felt that this situation was strangely familiar. It overlapped oddly with the memory of the naive Naruan.

“Sigh… Ostum, pull yourself together. What does the description say?”

“Strength and Constitution increase…”

“Before that!”

“It says all divine power disappears…”

Kim Han suddenly thought, Is this why people smoke?

Kim Han, sighing deeply, explained to Ostum the pros and cons of changing job to Tianxia Strongman.

Judging by Ostum’s fighting style, the increases to Strength and Constitution would obviously bring a tremendous boost to his attack method, which pursues nothing but cleaving things in two to the point of seeming brutish.

The problem is that the book doesn’t say what skills can be learned, so it’s inevitable to doubt whether the gains justify losing all divine power.

Of course, there are people like Jimnas who, with low divine power but powerful physical stats and ground techniques, managed to beat the Heavenly God Amor for over a week, but even he did not have absolutely no divine power.

“You lose the ability called divine power. I’m saying think about it. I recommended it because I thought it’d suit you, but it’s merely a recommendation. It’s not forced.”

“Understood. I’ll do it.”

“…Alright.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot, looking at Naruan and Proy. I even worried, which isn’t like me. Haha. But since the opportunity has come, of course I’ll seize it. I also liked the part that, instead of accumulating divine power, you gain immunity to divine power. That means I can smash enemies dead-on.”

Everyone in Rebound, not just Kim Han, was surprised by Ostum’s surprisingly logical view—he seemed almost more than a half-orc.

Before anyone could stop him, Ostum grabbed the Job Change Scroll and opened it with force.

Ostum looked at the message floating in the air and nodded resolutely to express his acceptance. He clenched his hands until they hurt and bit down hard in case pain should come.

Ostum felt something indescribable.

The divine power that had always sat heavily around his lower abdomen seemed to unravel and disperse, leaving a sense of deprivation, but then he felt each cell brim and dance with newfound power.

“Phew…”

Just as he exhaled, thinking it was over,

Crack— crack—

He heard the sound of his muscles bulging and bones shifting out of place. A pain that made his vision go white surged through his head.

“Kraaaaah!”

Ostum, who had never groaned even during Talis’s brutal training, now screamed.

Sitting where he was, he couldn’t move and screamed at the top of his lungs.

One minute? Two minutes? In that short span, Ostum’s appearance completely changed.

He had been bulky and muscular before, but now it was as if his entire body wore an armor of muscles.

The transformation was as stark as if a rich man in iron armor soaring through the sky had switched into a Hulk-buster to face a green monster.

“Ostum, are you alright?”

“Kra… It feels killer.”

Stretching as if he hadn’t screamed at all, Ostum rose and looked like a giant.

“Ostum.”

“Boss, this is exactly what I wanted. Hahaha!! Thank you!”

Ostum, who seemed to have transformed from a half-orc into a pure-blood orc, laughed heartily, thanked Kim Han, and immediately ran to the training ground.

After that, there were thudding noises from the training ground, but no one found them bothersome.

After Ostum, the members looked at the Job Change Scrolls with the gaze of predators eyeing a chunk of meat. Even Hazel found the scrolls interesting.

“Kitas.”

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

Kitas, hesitating with a flustered face as she stepped forward, looked like a different person from the one who had just received a good weapon and clung to Kim Han.

The cover of the book Kim Han handed her read ‘Job Change Scroll—Wind God’.

“Wind God…”

“You read the appraisal properly, right?”

“Yes. I would be grateful if you gave it to me, but, um…”

Both Kim Han and Kitas knew why she was hesitating. There were more than one member who immediately came to mind as fitting the Wind God job: Joel and Naruan.

It was just that those two were the first to come to mind; apart from them, any warrior-type could use this useful job without it seeming odd.

What kind of Job is Wind God that makes bold Kitas behave like this?

“I just judged that it suits you better than others. Joel, Naruan, if you have objections, don’t hesitate to speak up. You might regret it later.”

“Huh? I don’t.”

“I think Kitas suits it better than I do.”

“Why do you think so, Joel?”

Joel seemed to have thought it through already and answered immediately.

“Strictly speaking, I use a thrusting, fast-thrust swordsmanship. My body, divine power, skills, and weapons are all tuned for that. My body might change like Ostum’s did, but it’s hard to change swordsmanship easily. If Kitas weren’t here, I would have asked for it.”

“Good. Kitas, you heard that?”

“Yes.”

Kim Han tossed the book to Kitas and then called two more people.

“Hugo, Cecile.”

When Wigo and Cecile stepped forward, a lazy Kim Han threw each of the two books to their owners.

He gave Hugo the ‘Job Change Scroll—Guardian of Darkness (The Guardian of Darkness)’ and Cecile the ‘Job Change Scroll—Elven Knight (The Elven Knight)’.

Both who had successfully received their scrolls looked full of curiosity, but when Kim Han waved his hand as if annoyed, they glanced at each other briefly and went to a corner to open the books.

“Wait. The three of you, go up to your rooms. Something like a metamorphosis might leave you stripped bare. Kitas or Cecile could at least be eye candy if that happened, but if Hugo did… damn. I just imagined it! Go up quickly.”

Wigo grumbled as he was scolded and went up to his room, and the other two women went to theirs.

Before going up, Cecile said,

“Commander~! If you need eye candy, come to my room~!”

She winked and left the hall.

Naruan tossed the cup she was holding, but she dodged it leisurely, stuck out her tongue, and walked away smiling.

When the three had disappeared into their rooms, Kim Han laid out the remaining weapons—arms waiting for owners.

A jade-hued flute that gave off a soft glow,

A wooden necklace with a coarse leather thong,

A long spear with sharp blades on both ends,

And two swords.

Someone swallowed. An unexpected, tremendous result of this expedition. The eyes of those who looked at it flashed sharply.

Silence. The air that settled was almost heavy.

The footage had ended long ago. Still, none of the gods spoke. Instead, all their gazes focused in one place.

About ninety thousand pairs of eyes concentrated on one point.

Viewed differently, it could seem bizarre.

It was not Amor nor the Creator who broke the long silence. It was the goddess of vengeance, Poena, who always assisted Amor like a shadow.

“Father!”

A fervent tone. A desperation ill-suited to a goddess of vengeance.

“Alright, speak. Except for pleas like ‘forgive me,’ ‘please look favorably on me once,’ or ‘save me.’”

“…H-How!!”

Poena stammered as she stared at the Creator with eyes that asked how such a thing could be. But she couldn’t bring herself to speak easily.

Instead, kneeling, she lifted her head defiantly and glared at the Creator. Her gaze was so intense that the other gods nearby flinched.

“How could you! How could you do that to Heavenly God Amor!”

Boom—

“Guh!”

Poena buried her head in the floor and let out a short scream at someone’s attack. It did not suit the epithet of a goddess of vengeance.

When they realized who had attacked her, the gods swallowed their cries.

“You should be a little quieter.”

“Ugh! How could you, mere… low-rank… ugh! Gah!!”

The god—no, goddess—pressing her foot on Poena’s head was Ludicer.

A god less than a hundred years old. A newborn deity almost too embarrassing to even call low-rank.

The sight of her overwhelming the mid-rank god Poena shocked the other gods in a different sense.

Crunch— crunch—!!

“Kraaaah—!”

When Ludicer put force on the foot that was on Poena’s head, a gruesome sound of bones around her foot breaking rang out.

“That should be enough.”

“Yes.”

Ludicer quickly returned to her seat.

Her expression remained as fixed as ever. Poena was not in Ludicer’s thoughts.

“Ugh, ugh! How!!”

Cold derision poured down on Poena, who still screamed in disbelief.

“How? Ludicer is strong, yes, but you’re just weak. You lingered in the low ranks forever and only recently rose to mid-rank, right? And you just followed that idiot around? If your power is ‘vengeance,’ you should belong to Serpens’s faction, but you followed that woman and swaggered around drunk on power given to you without effort—what do you know? Have you actually fought properly? Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Poena was stunned by Spatium’s cold, cutting words.

Spatium said Ludicer was strong. Then how could Ludicer be strong despite being a newborn deity?

Though one might doubt it, several powerful gods, including Serpens, nodded as they watched the footage and agreed that Rudiker was strong.

Their commonality was that they were gods who knew the protagonist of the footage was Ludicer’s representative.

‘Battlefield of the Gods.’ The place where this slave game takes place.

Ludicer had already manifested once there.

And the god’s messenger in that case—the protagonist of the footage—was the representative who, over five years, had been granted titles several times.

He was Kim Han.

For the above reasons, Ludicer is the god who has recently been receiving overwhelming new devotion from the unique-meaning continent that lives in the Battlefield of the Gods dimension.

A god grows stronger as sincere and blind devotees increase.

In fact, Ludicer was bewildered to feel her power growing as she moved from her fourth to her fifth year.

Even as she lavishly bestowed gifts on Kim Han, power was accumulating even beyond that.

For this reason, the gods were all the more enthusiastic about the Battlefield of the Gods. Monsters like Kim Han didn’t exist originally, but…

“Now, Amor. I will take my due. Ah, but before that…”

“…”

The Creator extended a palm toward Amor, as if asking for something. Amor glared at the Creator without a word.

Aetas grabbed Amor by the throat and issued a warning at the insolent look.

“Oh my, Amor! Want me to gouge your eyes out? How do you open them so prettily? Huh?”

“Guh! W-What do you want?”

“Well, nothing big. Give me one too.”

“W-What are you talking about?!”

“You saw the footage, didn’t you?”

“…?”

“S-e-r-v-i-c-e.”