To put it simply, the three class advancements were: the Path of the Giant, like a Warrior; the Path of the Earth, a Mage; and the Path of Life, a Support.
What was this, the “Warrior-Mage-Healer” holy trinity, all conveniently gathered in a single Church of the Earth?
Freya asked, “Do you have any recommendations?
Between the Path of the Earth and the Path of Life, which one do you think suits me better?”
The Archbishop replied, “I would recommend the Path of Life.
After advancing, the methods for digesting potions on the Path of the Giant and the Path of the Earth will change.
However, the Path of Life will still involve helping others.
With the Blessings you currently possess, you should be able to continue advancing even after reaching Rank 4 on the Path of Life.”
So, choosing the Path of the Giant or the Path of the Earth would temporarily cap her at Rank 4, but the Path of Life would allow her to continue drinking Rank 5 potions?
With that, there was no hesitation.
Freya decisively chose the Path of Life.
So what if it was a support class?
Overwhelming power through higher ranks was the ultimate strategy!
If she reached Rank 5, even as a non-combat-oriented class, she should still be able to hold her own against that Rank 5 Obsidian Boss, right?
“This is it!” Freya took the Path of Life potion.
It had a milky-white appearance, looking just like a cup of hot milk at first glance, but when she held it, Freya found the potion was incredibly heavy.
Though it was only about 100 to 200 milliliters of liquid, it felt like holding a barbell.
She pulled out the stopper, and a wisp of white smoke escaped from the bottle’s mouth, releasing a faint, fragrant aroma.
Just smelling it made Freya feel a wave of drowsiness wash over her.
Freya shook her head and decisively drank it all in one gulp.
The taste?
She didn’t even have time to register it before her head lolled to the side, and she once again fell into a baby-like sleep.
This time, Freya’s slumber lasted far longer than the first.
As time passed, her hair gradually turned snow-white.
Her bangs and the tips of her hair, however, retained a hint of pale green over the white, as if they had been highlighted.
Her skin became even fairer and more delicate, truly poreless.
At this moment, Freya resembled an exquisite porcelain doll, a world-class masterpiece painstakingly crafted by an artist, destined to be remembered in history, rather than a living person.
The transformation continued.
Freya began to emit a faint, fragrant aroma, like the purest scent of nature when flowers bloom.
At the same time, green shoots, centered on the spot where her toes touched the ground, began to grow wildly.
They stubbornly pushed through the cracks in the stone floor, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
These green plants soon climbed onto the sofa where Freya lay, and pure white flowers began to bloom one after another.
“Mmm~” About two or three hours later, Freya slowly woke up.
She first yawned and stretched, feeling incredibly light and relaxed all over.
As she stretched, the green vines entwined around her body seemed to sense her movement and obediently parted to either side.
Freya opened her eyes.
Now, she could even see the tiny dust motes floating in the air.
Then, she noticed a strand of white and pale green hair falling across her forehead.
“Huh?” She immediately looked down at the long white hair cascading over her shoulders and froze.
What?
I have white hair now?
Next, she looked at her hands and found they were so exquisite they hardly seemed her own.
She admitted her small hands had been cute before, but they were nowhere near as…
beautiful as they were now.
Freya closed her eyes to feel it.
The moment she did, her Heart Sense activated.
Centered on her position, starting from the Church of the Earth, the scenes of the surrounding three or four streets all appeared in her mind.
The range of her Heart Sense now spanned several kilometers!
If she wished, she could clearly perceive the state of every person within that range, precisely distinguishing between ordinary people and Beyonders.
Freya’s small mouth fell slightly open.
She couldn’t help but murmur, “This is too exaggerated…”
The Archbishop then said, “Although Rank 3 and Rank 4 are only one rank apart, the difference between them is like heaven and earth.
Before Rank 3, one is still considered human.
But upon reaching Rank 4, a Beyonder’s life form undergoes a complete metamorphosis.
In a sense, they can no longer be called ‘human’.”
Calling them Beyonder Creatures might be more fitting.
Besides Heart Sense, her healing ability had also been greatly enhanced.
Regenerating severed limbs was now a simple task for Freya. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Her healing could even restore the Spirituality of other Beyonders.
Restoring health and mana—could there be a more overpowered ability?
Her Blessing Ability’s range and intensity had also skyrocketed.
She could now simultaneously apply Blessings to any number of units within a 100-meter radius.
As for her “Plant Catalysis” ability, the improvement was absurdly large.
Wheat that originally took two to three days to catalyze now matured in the blink of an eye.
With a mere flick of her finger, Freya could cause tough, sturdy vines to sprout from the ground, entangling and attacking enemies.
Beyond these enhancements, Rank 4 granted only one new ability: “Life Energy Manipulation.” She could directly infuse others with it to extend their lifespan, create an energy barrier, or even fire it like a beam cannon.
It seemed to have many uses, which she would need to study later.
Freya exhaled, her eyes still closed, maintaining her Heart Sense.
After experiencing this absurd god-like perspective, she suddenly felt that human senses were far too primitive.
Freya reached up and plucked a pure white flower from the top of her head.
This was left behind after the plants that had sprouted from nowhere during her advancement dispersed.
The Archbishop said, “Every Beyonder who chooses the Path of Life will manifest a [Companion Plant] upon advancement.
These plants vary, but they are all destined to be extraordinary.
You will need to discover the effects of this white flower for yourself.”
“Is that so?” Freya nodded.
She could feel that the Rank 4 potion had dissolved instantly in her body, but advancing to Rank 5 would require more than just drinking a potion.
After Rank 4, all advancements required a specific ritual in addition to the corresponding potion.
The Archbishop said, “The ritual for advancing from Rank 4 to Rank 5 on the [Path of Life] is to perform a good deed that earns the heartfelt gratitude of everyone at a charity event with at least five hundred attendees, then drink the potion amidst their collective blessings.”
“The ritual itself isn’t difficult, but the Church currently doesn’t have a ready-made Rank 5 [Path of Life] potion.
It will take some time to gather the materials and brew it.
But rest assured, I will arrange everything as quickly as possible.”
Admittedly, even though this was just a simulation, Freya still felt a slight sense of guilt.
The Church of the Earth was treating her far too well, practically guaranteeing her path all the way to Rank 5.
After all, a Rank 4 Beyonder was already considered a top-tier combatant in an ordinary city.
At Rank 5, as long as she didn’t actively seek death, living a peaceful and stable life in this world would be no problem at all.
But from the Archbishop’s perspective, his motives weren’t hard to understand.
The Blessings on Freya guaranteed she was a fundamentally good person.
Granting such a person Beyonder powers was a win-win, regardless of whether she joined the Church of the Earth.
Even if she didn’t join, Freya would still use her powers to do good and help more people.
And if she did join, that would be even better.
Currently, the strongest person in the Church of the Earth in Auxerre City was this Rank 4 [Path of the Giant] Archbishop.
Gaining a Rank 5 Saintess out of nowhere—how could that be anything but a good thing?
As she pondered, Freya casually asked, “By the way, what time is it now?”
Before the other person could answer, she used her Heart Sense to directly ‘see’ the clock hanging behind her: twelve-thirty.
Freya shot to her feet, her voice laced with anxiety.
“How did time pass so quickly?
Oh, right, I took two naps.
Sorry, I have to leave for a bit.
I have an appointment and other things to do.
Can I come back later?”
The Archbishop smiled and nodded.
“Go ahead.
I’ll start preparing the Rank 5 potion for you.”
“Okay.” With that, Freya launched herself from the sofa and sprinted out of the Church, her footsteps echoing pat-pat-pat.
She had arranged to meet Euphemia at noon at a well-known restaurant.
Euphemia had said her reward for solving the case would be a meal, so Freya had planned to treat her to something nice.
Who could have guessed she’d arrive at the Church of the Earth and immediately fall into two deep sleeps, completely oversleeping?
Freya waved her hand, casting a buff on herself that enhanced her physical abilities.
Instantly, her running speed increased dramatically.
She could feel that, with the buff, her current physical stats now surpassed those of the Rank 1 ‘War Freya’.
Civilians near the Church of the Earth all saw a white figure flash by, leaving only a refreshing, pleasant fragrance.
However, as Freya was running, she suddenly screeched to a halt, literally braking with her feet.
She slowly lowered her head and opened her eyes.
Her pupils, as beautiful and magnificent as emeralds, reflected a cute cat-paw pattern.
Her gaze fell blankly on her bare little feet.
I rushed out in such a hurry…
What do I do?
“Uhh…” After a moment of silence, Freya closed her eyes again and resumed her journey.
She couldn’t possibly turn back now just to put on shoes, right?
She was already late; that would be a huge waste of time.
Besides, she was a member of the Church of the Earth now.
Going barefoot…
should be perfectly normal, right?
Anyway, if anyone asked, she’d just blame it on the Church of the Earth!
Also, perhaps because Freya had now reached Rank 4, even after running barefoot for so long, not a single speck of dust clung to her feet.
They were still perfectly clean.
In fact, it wasn’t just her feet; her entire body remained spotless.
Freya now genuinely had no pores and no excess body hair.
She no longer sweated, no longer needed to use the restroom, and could even go without eating.
As long as she stood on the ground, she could continuously replenish her energy.
“Somehow, I feel like I’ve turned into one of those perfect 2D waifus from my past life’s internet…
What’s up with that?”
While silently complaining to herself, Freya used her Heart Sense ability to successfully “see” three blocks away to a place called the Vinolan Manor Hotel, and…
in a private room on the second floor, a slightly bored-looking Euphemia.
Seeing that Euphemia hadn’t left and was still waiting for her, Freya couldn’t help but quicken her pace again.
A moment later, she finally reached the designated location and pushed open the door to the private room.
“You’re so slow.” The utterly bored Euphemia looked up toward the doorway, then froze as she saw the unfamiliar white-haired girl before her.
“Huh?
Wait…
Who are you?”
Freya first steadied her breathing before speaking, “It’s me, Freya.
A small accident happened.
I’m sorry for being late.”
It’s worth noting that her [Trace Origin] ability had deactivated after she reached the second floor.
Apparently, even though she was barefoot, this didn’t count as standing on the “earth.”
As for Euphemia, her expression gradually shifted from confusion to shock, then finally to stupefaction.
“Wait, you…
this…
I…
huh…?”
A thousand words condensed into a single sentence: “Seriously?
You’re Freya?
Not some super-powerful older or younger sister of hers?”
“Of course it’s true, the real deal.” Freya tilted her head slightly, her long white hair swaying gently, looking utterly adorable.
Through her Heart Sense, she could “see” a faint aura of scrolls and ink emanating from Euphemia.
Freya took a few steps closer to Euphemia, stopping about two paces away.
She leaned in slightly and sniffed, catching a very fresh, invigorating scent.
She could “see” that Euphemia was currently around Rank 2, with many “impurities” in her body, suggesting she had only recently advanced.
After a moment, Freya belatedly opened her eyes, an apologetic expression on her face.
“Anyway, I made you wait.
Sorry about that.”
Euphemia, however, was still reeling from the shock, unable to pull herself together.
She stared at the white-haired girl before her, who was now several times cuter than she had been that morning, and at those beautiful, inhuman eyes.
“You…
I…
you…”
After another ten seconds or so, Euphemia finally managed to speak.
“Wait, how are you Rank 4?!
You were just an ordinary person this morning!”
Euphemia had seen other Rank 4 powerhouses before; their life forms were vastly different from ordinary people.
So she could tell at a glance that with such a drastic change, Freya had to be at least Rank 4.
But wasn’t that a bit too ridiculously overpowered?!
Freya scratched her cheek with her index finger, unsure how to explain.
“Well, a small accident happened.”
Euphemia retorted, “You call jumping four ranks in a single morning an ‘accident’!?”