After Maxing Out All Job Classes - Chapter 31

Chapter 31 A Competition for No Reason

Robb replied, “I feel pretty good about myself.”

“It’s really just a feeling,” El said coldly. “I’ve never seen someone so powerful as to be so lazy. He won’t become stronger if he doesn’t cultivate hard.”

“You misunderstood me.” Robb spread his hands. “Before you met me, my diligence was one in a ten thousand, or one in a million. How many players are there in the game? I forgot… Anyway, I was number one in the entire server back then. I had several nicknames, such as Godfather, Immortal Cultivation Demon, Virgo Monster Killer, Pervert who killed the update patch… My stamina has long become a legend. Although I’ve left the game now, there must still be legends about me in the game. I’m sure you’ve never seen anyone who can work harder than me in your life.”

El did not understand a word. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Robb said, “I mean I’m hardworking, so I’m strong.”

El said, “You said so much just now. Why did it end up being so short?”

Robb laughed. “Wow! That’s what linguistics is all about!”

El felt that her aloofness was about to crumble. This priest was the strangest one she had ever met. For some reason, she found his smile sleazy, especially the sarcastic “Wow” that made her want to scream at him, “Shut up, priest.”

Of course, it was impossible to roar because “anger” was also one of the Seven Deadly Sins. It would be meaningless if she committed a sin in order to persuade a parishioner not to commit the sin of sloth.

She forcefully suppressed her raging soul and said coldly, “But I feel that you’re very weak.”

“That’s just an illusion. I’m actually very strong!”

“But I just feel like you’re weak.”

Robb said, “I really think I’m good! Don’t just talk about me. What about you?”

El mimicked Robb’s tone. “I think I’m pretty good, too!”

At this point, the atmosphere became subtle. For some reason, it suddenly became a staring contest.

“So it’s a one-on-one match?” It was unknown who said this first, or if both of them said it at the same time. In short, for some reason, it turned into a situation where they were trash talking to each other.

Robb threw up his hands. “Let’s do it. Let’s compete then. What do you want to compete in?”

El said coldly, “Compete on Recovery magic, it depends on whose recovery magic is more powerful, has a larger range, and can recite spells faster. If you lose to me, please use your time seriously to cultivate and not be lazy.”

Robb said, “That’s a very constructive suggestion. But why do we have to compete in restorative magic? We don’t compete in offense magic? Do you not know how?”

El’s cold face was expressionless as he silently chanted an incantation. “God of Light, Balder, your loyal believers have dedicated all their piety and faith to you. Please give me the grace of divine power… Holy punishment!”

A golden light flew out from her fingertips and hit the ground beside her, causing dust to fly. When the light dissipated, a huge pit appeared on the ground.

She said coldly, “Do you think I don’t know any offensive magic?”

“Wow!” Robb said in a priestly voice. “Amazing. What a holy punishment.” But he was thinking, This holy spell is different from Snow Dew’s fire spell. Last time I treated the villagers’ legs, I learned Snow Dew’s nonsense, and now I’m wrong… Well, never mind! I’ll watch my lines.

He smiled and asked El, “Since you know offensive magic, why do you insist on competing in restorative magic?”. El said, “The God of Light is a loving god. He loves all things, so most of the magic he creates is used to treat illnesses and save people. Those limited offensive magic are weapons that we have no choice but to use when evil attacks and we have to defend the Light. It’s not what the God of Light really wants us to master! So… to test who is more pious to the God of Light and who is more proficient in holy magic, it should be better than restorative magic.”

“Clap, clap, clap!” Robb applauded. “I’m impressed. I know what a respectable nun you are, but… how do you compare sacred healing magic? Are we going to go out and find a group of townspeople, cut them up badly, and then see who can heal faster and better?”

El almost jumped up. She felt like she had almost committed the sin of “anger” again. “Are you kidding me? To think you could think of such a cruel method of competition.”

Robb said, “So what better idea do you have?”

El said, “Look, the sun is about to set. It’s going to be the time when the monsters are most active. We can go into the mountains and find a group of goblins or a group of ogres. We can beat them up with good intentions and then compete to see who can treat them faster and better.”

Robb was speechless.

This was definitely a fake nun. She kept saying that offensive magic was not in line with the God of Light’s love for all things, but she was insane enough to turn the tables on him.

However, even though he was complaining, he still had to compete. Robb looked lazy, but he was actually a person who refused to admit defeat. Only such a person would have the stamina to be labeled as Godfather.

At this moment, they had just finished dinner. The sun had already gradually set in the west, but the sky was not completely dark. It was the best time to enter the mountains to find monsters to beat up and play.

El went to the red horse she had ridden earlier and took a weapon from its back. Robb saw that her weapon was a staff. It was not the ornate staff with a jeweled tip that Mages often used. It was made of pure wood, with no ornaments on it. It was an unadorned wooden staff.

Robb laughed. “Wow! Plain weapons. Good for poor nuns.”

El could not be bothered to talk to him and rolled his eyes at him. After a few seconds, he asked, “Where’s your weapon?”

Robb said seriously, “Now I’m a real priest. I don’t have a weapon, but you do. It shows that I’m a man who really loves everything and believes in the God of Light! I won before we even started competing.”

El: “…”

She hadn’t heard from the mayor or the townspeople about Robb’s killing of the wyvern, so she had assumed that Robb was a village priest who hadn’t learned all the holy magic. She thought to herself, “It seems that he only knows how to talk and is very weak. Forget it, I’ll take care of the step of severely injuring the monster. He just needs to prove to me the power of his recovery skills.”

She put the wooden staff on her shoulder and pointed at the forest that had been dyed red by the setting sun. “Let’s go! Let’s find out if there are any goblins or ogres. They’re good targets for competition.”

Robb said, “Are you sure you want to do this? Goblins and ogres don’t care about class or status. Besides, it’s dangerous to go into the mountains after sunset. If you’re surrounded by a large army of ogres, I won’t save you.” El said, “But I will save you.”