Aiden kept a straight face, although his chest buzzed with excitement. Even he hadn't predicted this outcome. A creature on the Inferno Dragon's level flinched under Gray's roar, practically shoved into complete submission. The entire situation was almost laughable, since bosses typically had so many buffs and immunities that most players would surrender before even attacking. Doomsday's world stretched unbelievably wide. Tens of billions of players moved through it, mixed with countless NPC races. With a population like that, strange exceptions always surfaced. Certain hidden classes could lock down bosses across gaps in levels, ignoring resistance entirely. No one crossed this many levels, though. Nothing in history even mentioned it. Mythical Beast truly earned their rank, every inch of it. Merrick finally steadied himself. His gaze drifted toward Aiden with an expression caught somewhere between amazement and disbelief.He had far too many questions. After all, the entire day felt like a fever dream. A divine-level sorcerer—someone the royal family treated with absurd respect—ended up relying on Level 12... correction, a newly advanced Level 20 kid. If not for his absurdly high attributes, Merrick might have wondered whether he lost his mind somewhere in those mountains. He eventually let out a slow breath, choosing to bury the mess of emotions pulling at him. Aiden had a pretty clear idea of what spun inside the old man's head, though he offered no explanation. He got what he needed. The rest was Merrick's business. Aiden cracked a polite smile. "The location of the Fountain of Holy Spirits and the one hundred million marks—Merrick, when do you want them?" Merrick's expression grew complicated. "The Fountain of Holy Spirits... I want that as quickly as possible. As for the marks, forget it. I don't deserve them. Without your beast, I would've died out there." "That isn't how this works. A deal is a deal." Aiden shook his head. "Reaching the Dragon Mountain Range and facing that eerie creature would have been impossible alone." "You give me too much credit." Merrick blinked, surprised. A sense of respect crept into his eyes. He thought, Strength like his paired with humility and integrity? People like that barely exist anymore. "I'm just being honest." Aiden's smile lingered. He wasn't pretending. At his current Level, even approaching the mountains on his own would have been unrealistic. What happened afterward would have been outright impossible. His goal had been the maze item, and he had it now—no point hoarding gains. He wasn't doing it out of charity either. He meant every bit of it. He valued Merrick's friendship more than the hundred million marks. Divine-level allies didn't appear twice. He knew he would need the old sorcerer down the line. Plus, he also gained 100 attribute points by giving up the one hundred million marks.His philosophy stayed simple: others might profit, though he never lost. "Then I'll accept it properly," Merrick replied, nodding once with no hint of hesitation. Ding! 'You have gained Merrick's friendship.' A chime rang out. Aiden's lips curved upward. Called it. Their exchange wrapped up in minutes. Merrick didn't linger. He returned Aiden to Leafport before heading straight for the Hall of Supremes. The Fountain of Holy Spirits called to him like gravity. "Next step, meet Sienna." Aiden lifted his eyes toward Leafport's towering walls, excitement warming his chest. He didn't nearly get vaporized by that eerie creature for nothing. A hidden class waited for him. ... He reached the duke's estate shortly after. "You actually managed to retrieve the maze's item." Sienna stared at the parchment, awe spilling into her eyes. Aiden kept surprising her, turning her quiet routine into something far brighter. "So, how does this unlock the hidden class?" Aiden skipped the pleasantries. "This doesn't look like a class advancement scroll." "It isn't," Sophia paused briefly before continuing. "Uncle Steven explained that the maze doesn't directly lead to a class promotion." "What does it give?" Aiden's brows tightened. "Potential." Sophia lowered her voice. "This parchment wakes up something inside you. It opens a class meant only for you." "Awaken potential?" Aiden's interest sharpened. "So the class created through this parchment fits me alone—something strong and completely tailored to me?"