Chapter 168: Privileged
Priam entered and saw two young sect workers chatting, clearly bored. The rest of the room was empty.
"Is this the place to receive missions?" Priam asked, wondering if he had come to the wrong place.
"Yes, this is where the outer sect distributes missions. You can choose missions here, and after completing them, come back to receive your points," one of the young women calmly replied.
Priam nodded.
"Could you show me what missions are available?"
"No problem. All the missions are here." She smiled, picked up a huge book, and handed it to him.
When he opened the book, Priam saw that there were all kinds of missions.
Each one had a certain number of points attached, ranging from dozens to thousands.
Points were the currency used exclusively within the sect. They could be exchanged for all kinds of resources, or, if they wished, they could go to one of the specific buildings to convert them into Prisms.
The missions in the book were divided into four levels.
Fourth-level missions were extremely easy. Basically, they involved guarding locations, patrolling, and performing other ordinary jobs within the sect. Each day, it was only possible to earn five to ten points.
Third-level missions involved gathering medicinal ingredients, helping raise the sect’s Beasts, assisting alchemists, or helping other similar figures. This kind of work required specific skills. After completing them, it was possible to receive fifty to one hundred points.
Second-level missions were mostly carried out outside the sect. They could involve bodyguard services, escort missions, or eliminating threats. They usually required more time to complete, but the rewards were much more generous, ranging from dozens to thousands of points. Obviously, the risks were also absurdly high.
However, when he reached the first-level missions, Priam noticed that nothing was listed.
"First-level missions are extremely urgent and aren’t available all the time. It’s even possible for an entire year to pass without a single one appearing," the young woman explained.
Priam nodded.
"So, what kind of missions can I choose?"
"I’m sorry, but at the moment, you don’t yet have the qualifications required to accept any missions."
Priam frowned.
"Why?"
"These missions will only truly become available after the first faction competition ends. For now, we only let you take a look at the missions and rewards, so you can get a taste of it and understand how things work. Here in the outer sect branch, the system is brutal. If you want the best resources and don’t want to fall behind, you’ll have to work twice as hard as everyone else," she kindly explained.
"The faction competition determines who holds the power. Your faction’s ranking determines your priority in the mission queue. If your faction reaches the top of the rankings, you’ll have access to the best missions of all."
"To make it easier to understand, imagine these missions are like a huge bowl of meat soup. The faction that comes in first gets to the table first, grabs all the pieces of meat, and eats until it’s full. The one that comes in second only gets what’s left behind. As for those who finish third or lower, they’ll probably have to settle for just the broth... or maybe not even that."
"Therefore, this beginning is extremely important. During the first faction competition, you absolutely need to secure a good ranking. Besides that, your placement in the entrance test will also count heavily toward the final result." She concluded in a serious tone.
Priam nodded. After thanking her, he began walking outside.
That worker’s words made perfect sense. The first faction competition was extremely important. This first step would allow them to receive more points and purchase more resources, increasing the faction’s overall power.
Fortunately, Priam had achieved first place in the entrance test. Most likely, even if his faction didn’t come first in this initial competition, they would still be able to rank among the top thanks to that advantage.
It was a shame that he still didn’t know what the faction competition would actually involve. Otherwise, he might have been able to come up with a good strategy.
Priam calmly walked through the streets until he spotted the second building.
The sign read:
*Teaching Building*
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Hours later, in a classroom, a stern-looking Elder was reading aloud from a scroll she held in her hands.
There were dozens of female disciples sitting in front of the Elder, all with solemn expressions as they listened carefully to her explanation.
Once a week, every disciple of the sect had the right to attend a lecture given by a veteran Elder. These lectures covered the most diverse subjects, containing information about battle tactics, energies, runes, and countless other topics. There were more than a hundred different subjects.
Listening to these Sages explain the things they were most proficient in allowed the disciples to reflect on their own abilities, interests, and talents, helping them decide which path they would follow in their future development.
It was obvious that the foundations of this sect were absolutely impressive. Just by thinking of any field of knowledge, one could find a Sage specialized in it. And even if someone didn’t know what to look for, they would still find a Sage capable of showing them a new path.
In that classroom, the Sage was explaining the wind element. Dozens of female disciples listened with absolute attention. Only one person was distracted—the only man present.
Priam was already tired of listening to that Sage ramble endlessly. It only took a few minutes for him to realize that, with just the basic knowledge he had received from the system back when he was still in the mortal plane, he already understood the wind element far more deeply than that woman.
At that moment, Priam realized exactly how privileged he was for possessing that system.
Not even a Sage who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years could compare to the basic knowledge he had received. Of course, those figures possessed practical knowledge, something Priam couldn’t even come close to matching.
But true practice couldn’t be taught. Therefore, listening to those lectures was useless for him.
Since leaving before the end of the lecture would be disrespectful, he remained seated, lost in his own thoughts.
The disciples of the outer sect received one hundred points per month without having to do absolutely anything. Meanwhile, faction leaders received ten thousand points every month.
’To prepare everyone in my faction as much as possible and help them grow, I need to obtain more points... There must be some loophole I can exploit. I just need to find it.’
At that moment, Priam snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed everyone in the room standing up. The lecture had ended.
He smiled, stood up, and walked outside.
It was already the end of the day, and Priam decided to return to his faction to absorb more Aether and then sleep. Besides, Dandara had probably already returned, so he intended to give her some useful things.
First, he quickly stopped by the Points Building. There, he only needed to show his Super Genius emblem, and the worker registered his ten thousand points.
He headed toward the forest, rushing at high speed toward the west.
After several hours of travel...
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Priam abruptly stopped when he heard a faint voice nearby.
"Boss..."
Priam turned around and saw a figure leaning against a tree, whimpering and groaning.
"Who beat you up like this?!" Priam shouted furiously. That miserable figure was none other than Dandara.