[Congratulations. You have been granted the Job — Demiurgic Heir]
Only now…
Only now could I spit out a sigh of relief.
"Fuu…."
What a difficult battle this had been.
[Will you accept this Job?]
"I will."
As if it were waiting, the System immediately displayed the following messages.
Tti-ring!
[Your Job has been set.]
[You will now be given the opportunity to change to a higher-ranked version of this Job through the amount of advancement points accumulated.]
[Calculations have begun.]
[Tallying up your advancement points….]
While that was going on, I looked at my remaining HP.
[HP: 17/2560]
"Haah…" A shaky exhale escaped me. My body felt like shredded parchment barely held together by willpower. My vision flickered between light and dark—System notifications blooming like dying stars before my eyes.
Tti-ring!
I reflexively raised my head.
[You've exceeded the expected time limit!]
[Bonus points will be granted.]
Bonus points, it said. But that was rather obvious.
