"You could look at it that way." Sienna gave a soft nod. A brief hesitation flickered across her face before she added, "However, whether it unlocks true power for you... that part isn't certain." She offered no chance for questions. With a graceful pivot, she walked toward the exit. "Come along. I'll guide you through the class advancement." Aiden watched her silhouette drift ahead, thoughtful. The quest direction felt completely foreign. Nothing in his past life resembled this path. Unlocking a class through a parchment... blessing or disaster? He couldn't tell. Whatever. Thinking in circles won't change anything. He brushed the doubt away and followed. Careful hesitation never matched his style. If there were danger, he would face it head-on. He still had Wealthlord as a secondary class, so even if this turned sideways, he wasn't doomed. Sienna eventually guided him into a sealed chamber.The room was drowned in total darkness. He couldn't even make out his own fingers. Sienna crouched and lit a candle. A small flame flickered to life, peeling away the shadows in thin layers. As the glow spread, a translucent silhouette rose from the flame—a middle-aged man appeared, hovering as if sculpted from smoke. Aiden looked a bit concerned. "Who's he?" "Young man, you're looking at the person you came here for—Steven Read." The figure in white robes stepped forward before Sienna could answer. His voice carried warmth and elegance that filled the chamber. "So it really is Mr. Read." Aiden dipped his head politely, though a spark of disbelief stirred in his chest. Another divine NPC. "I heard you retrieved the parchment," Steven continued. "That's right." Aiden opened his inventory and passed it to him. "So it truly survived..." Steven brushed a thumb across the parchment, eyes narrowing with interest. "You outsiders impress me. You managed to bring back the artifact from the Dragon Mountain Range. I thought no one would ever advance through this method again. I didn't expect to witness another one." Aiden's curiosity sharpened. "Someone used this way before?" "Of course." Steven smiled faintly. "I advanced through the same method. The parchment I used back then wasn't nearly as refined as yours." He lowered his gaze. "This one might be the final parchment left in our world." "That tracks." Aiden nodded. It makes sense now. This advancement never appeared in my previous life because the method all but disappeared with time. Steven straightened. "Let's begin. This projection of mine won't linger long." A soft shimmer gathered around his hand. He moved his fingers through the air like a quill, carving glowing symbols across the parchment with swift strokes. "Sienna, step away from Nighthale," Steven instructed, and Sienna backed toward the doorway. The parchment ignited in radiant light, spun rapidly, and dropped at Aiden's feet. A burst of white engulfed his vision. His body felt weightless, as though gravity briefly forgot him. Steven's words echoed in his ears. "Do not panic or resist. The parchment will reach into the core of your true power. This will take a while, so follow your instincts." Aiden closed his eyes and stilled himself. Five translucent crystal balls drifted upward around him. "It's ready," Steven murmured. He stepped beside Sienna, the two standing quietly as they watched. "Uncle Steven, is this truly the supreme class advancement people whisper about?" she asked, wonder filling her voice. "It is. This might be the final one we ever witness." Steven's gaze softened with distant memories. "If you're hoping for another, you won't. Its era is over." "I heard the supreme class advancement comes in different tiers. Is that correct?" Sienna asked. "It is." Steven clasped his hands behind his back. "Each person's potential varies, so the resulting class differs in strength. Those crystal balls represent that potential." "Represent the potential?" Sienna tilted her head. He replied with a calm nod, "Yes. The crystal balls are not physical objects. They are projections of the class advancer's soul energy. The stronger the soul energy, the brighter the outcome." "So if we want to know how strong the new class will be... we count the crystal balls?" she pressed. "That's generally how it works," he confirmed. "Then... Uncle Steven, how many crystal balls did you light when you advanced?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Steven puffed up slightly. "Three." "Only three?" Sienna blinked, shocked. She knew how powerful he was—Dominion's Royal Chief Beastmaster, one of the most feared figures in the kingdom. Yet even he lit only three? "Heh. Never underestimate three." Steven smiled with quiet pride. "That number sits at the peak of human ability. The final two crystal balls lie beyond our reach. Ancient records say only the old divines honored by long-lost races ever touched those heights."