As usual, Bexia herded the sheep towards the lush wetlands. Once they arrived, half of the day's work would be completed, and he would only need to occasionally check for any danger around him. Safety was not a big concern as the forest was far away, and the grassland wolves didn't appear during the day. So, the grazing work was quite easy.

Bexia found a small hill with a broad view and took out a worn-out book from his pocket. It was a tattered, coverless book with vague words saying "Adventure Handbook" on the front. Bexia had earned it as a reward for assisting the village blacksmith for several days. It was said that the blacksmith used to be an adventurer in his youth, but after injuring his leg, he returned to the village to work as a blacksmith.

Opening the worn-out adventure handbook, it recorded many things about adventurers. Bexia was fascinated by the special profession of adventurers, especially the battles described in the book. He always wondered if he could do the same.

But it was just a passing thought. Becoming an adventurer was not so simple. One had to learn how to use a special power called "magic." Learning magic was not something everyone could achieve; it required personal talent.

However, talent was only part of the equation. In reality, the main obstacle for most people to learn magic was poverty. Learning magic was not accomplished through rigorous training alone; it required something called "wealth."

For Bexia, wealth was simply out of reach! He was just a humble shepherd in a small village.

Flipping through the adventure handbook, he had heard about the content in the first few pages before. It was about the classification of adventurer levels and magic levels, but it was not as detailed as what he had heard before.

Magic was the basis of cultivation. It was divided into six levels: bottom-tier, low-tier, middle-tier, high-tier, peak-tier, and crown-tier.

The lowest level was called the bottom-tier or apprentice level. At this level, magic was relatively weak and had a minimal effect on the body. It could only enhance some basic physical qualities.

Above the bottom-tier was the low-tier, also known as the junior level. Depending on the user's weapon, they were called junior swordsmen, junior knights, junior elementalists, and so on. At this level, magic was more condensed and could be used to perform combat techniques or spells.

The middle-tier, which was above the low-tier, was naturally called the intermediate level. At this level, the concentration of magic further increased, and it transformed from a relatively scattered state into a gaseous structure.

The high-tier had even higher concentration than the intermediate level. Magic reached the state of mist, and the control over magic significantly improved. In this state, magic could leave the body and attack distant targets, such as a swordsman's sword energy.

The peak-tier was known as the "Master" level. Magic was condensed into a liquid state, and one had to comprehend the power of "intent" to truly become a master.

The highest level, crown-tier, was not described in detail in the book. There were only a few brief words. But from the title "King," it could be inferred that the crown-tier belonged to a very powerful category.

As for the classification of adventurers, it was relatively simple, with only four levels: Black Iron, Golden, Platinum, and Honorary adventurers.

Except for Honorary adventurers, the other three levels were further divided into different ranks, ranging from one star to ten stars!

The Black Iron adventurers were the lowest level, but even this lowest level couldn't be applied for by ordinary people. One had to have at least the strength of a junior-level professional.

The Golden adventurers belonged to the elite category. They needed to accumulate a large number of adventure points at the Black Iron level and complete a designated golden-level task to advance to the Golden level.

The Platinum level was even more challenging. The accumulated adventurer points were enormous, and one had to complete three platinum-level tasks.

As for the Honorary adventurers, it was entirely different. It was very slow to advance based on accumulating adventure points, and it was not very wise either. The book mentioned some Honorary adventurers who had actually completed super tasks assigned by the adventurer guild. Each of these individuals possessed formidable strength!"Hoo--!"

After finishing the last page, Bexia let out a long breath and closed the book. She closed her eyes briefly to rest, but unexpectedly fell asleep under the warm sunlight.

It was a strange dream. Bexia had dreamed the same dream many times before. At the beginning of the dream, there were many blurry figures. Although their faces couldn't be seen clearly, she instinctively felt they were important to her, perhaps even her family.

The only part that she could see clearly was right before she fell into the water. That world seemed desolate, and Bexia could only see a few things—giant trees, small patches of black land, and vast, boundless oceans.

Bexia couldn't control her body in the dream as it plunged into the sea. The water around her was separated by a halo, and the light around her decreased as she dove deeper. However, for some reason, she could still see what was in the water.

Bexia felt like she was searching for something. But just as she saw a glimmer of light in the water, a massive black shadow appeared in front of her. The eyes of that creature were huge, with a bloody crimson color, reminding her of a pair of eyes she had seen before.

The Dark God!

Bexia didn't know what that title represented, but the unfamiliar phrase involuntarily crossed her mind. Then, she saw the enormous beast open its mouth, a pitch-black abyss...

"Waah--!"

Bexia suddenly woke up, looking at the sun in the sky. She realized that she had had that strange dream again, but each time it felt like she had actually experienced it, and in the subsequent dreams, it seemed like she had lost something important.

"What was I doing before?" Bexia touched the pink ribbon on her left wrist and lamented to herself. When the villagers found her, she had no clothes on her body, only this ribbon that she couldn't untie on her wrist. They said she might have been robbed and hit on the head by bandits, causing her memory loss.

"Meh--!"

"Meh meh--!"

But the bleating of the sheep interrupted Bexia's thoughts. She stood up and looked in the direction of the sheep, realizing that they were all suddenly running away from one direction, as if there was some danger there.

Bexia squinted her eyes and noticed something at the edge of the small river, but the distance was too far to see clearly.