As for the three job transfer scrolls, Novak hadn't seriously considered how to allocate them. Offering them to Group 001 members for trade or retrieval seemed unlikely and undesirable; even though he had already created many butterfly effects, he still preferred to keep things as close as possible to the timeline of his previous life. Only by sticking to this trajectory could he retain an advantage in managing his time and resources.
Additionally, keeping himself in a position where others in the group might see him as a figure to curry favor with was not Novak's intention. He preferred to leave any opportunities within White Emperor City for those who truly proved themselves.
The power of a profession, though crucial, meant nothing without a warrior's spirit to wield it. For this reason, he had stashed the scrolls in his inventory without much thought. The Demon Hunter role suited Nicole well, but among the remaining options—especially the Son of Doom—none seemed an ideal fit for Daphne.
Daphne's Amethyst Eye talent allowed her to harness spiritual power to create amethyst constructs like weapons and shields, control amethyst blades through telekinesis, and even, potentially, petrify others with her gaze. However, none of these matched well with the roles of Exorcist or Plague Knight.
As for the Son of Doom, this SS-class profession was enigmatic yet versatile. Its brief description read:
[Son of Doom (SS): Where there is suffering, plague, and catastrophe, the Son of Doom emerges…]
Though vague, it was clear this role wielded immense power—capable of not just inflicting plague but encompassing a broader control over doom itself. Luck, both good and bad, had always been a mysterious force, and while some gods dabbled in its realms, no deity had ever mastered it entirely.
Novak pondered whether completing later evolutions of this profession could even elevate one to the legendary Lord of Misfortune—or beyond, to a being capable of igniting divine fire and becoming the fabled "God of Misfortune."
What's more, this class aligned with the Plague Sect, meaning that the scroll's bearer might be able to leverage some of the sect's resources—a considerable and almost unimaginable advantage. For that reason, he would only consider entrusting such a scroll to someone as close to him as Daphne.
As Novak watched her gaze flicker over the scroll, her amethyst-colored eyes alight with interest, he saw her hesitate, uncertain but tempted by the possibilities.
Saying she didn't want it would be complete hypocrisy. Daphne knew that much. Even though she didn't fully grasp the value of the scroll in her hand, she could guess its significance. But she couldn't be sure if this was a test from Novak.
While she was caught in her hesitation, Novak simply chuckled, tossed the Son of Doom job transfer scroll to her, and remarked that while the scroll was indeed precious, that only mattered in context. It was his to give, and when it came to Novak's own standards, he wasn't concerned with things like compatibility, skill synergy, or power potential—those were considerations for warriors choosing a profession. For him, only loyalty and connection mattered.
In the end, it was simple. Just as gods bestow gifts without regard for worthiness, he didn't require his followers to measure up in any conventional sense. All he asked was faithfulness and devotion.
Looking down at the scroll in her hand, Daphne was stunned. Novak rose to his feet, smiling. "If you want it, use it. My woman doesn't need to hesitate over something like this."
Though Daphne was as composed and calculating as any ruler, even she was swayed by the gesture, her usual composure replaced by emotion as she looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. The other women were filled with envy and anticipation as they watched, particularly Dane, whose gaze seemed to burn with intensity.
Seeing their eager expressions, Novak smiled, waving a hand dismissively. "Alright, don't get too excited. Most of you aren't even at level 10 yet—so let's not talk about job changes for now." He then added, "Go ahead and complete the transfer. I have things to handle, so try not to disturb me."
The women nodded, calming themselves. Nicole and Daphne, now each holding a scroll glowing with mystical energy, exchanged a glance and activated their respective scrolls. As their bodies absorbed the power, waves of energy radiated outward, prompting the other women to step back in awe.
Novak himself was already climbing the stairs, focusing on the tasks ahead. His latest promotion had pushed him to new heights, and even now he hadn't fully assimilated all its effects. One particular area, his Virus King talent, demanded further exploration—especially the untapped potential of the Blacklight Virus within him.
After consuming the incomplete remains of the Duke of Hell Zepar, he'd gained a solid 200 evolution points exclusive to his viral powers, and it was time to put them to use.
With this in mind, Novak turned his attention to the long-neglected evolution tree of the Virus King talent.