For example—
If Jenson happened to be in Loin Harbor City, but for three days in a row received Basic Treasure Map Scrolls pointing to the Extreme Northern Icefields, there was no way he could traverse thousands of miles, braving blizzards and frost giants, just to dig up a chest.
In such a case, he could fuse the three scrolls of the same tier into a single Intermediate Scroll of a higher grade. If the new scroll's marked location was close at hand, he could set out immediately and claim an even greater bounty.
The system seemed simple, yet it was a true test of fate and luck.
If every coordinate marked on the scrolls happened to fall within deadly places like the Dragonbone Mountains or the Abyssal Gorge, one wouldn't even have time to cry before meeting their end.
By the time Jenson had figured out the rules of the Supreme Treasure-Seeking System, he had already arrived at the Academy Plaza with his fellow apprentices.
At the center of the square stood a towering pillar of bluish-violet magitech crystal, over ten meters high—the Vocation Stone, the very symbol of fate's choosing.
Its surface shimmered with arcane brilliance, as though the light of the stars themselves had been poured into its depths.
Beside the Vocation Stone stood a middle-aged man clad in white ceremonial robes, a staff of milky radiance in his grasp.
Silently, Jenson activated his Appraisal Eye, and glowing text appeared before him:
Primarch Les
Level: Rank 29
Class: Light Priest (Combat Profession)
Special Skill: Sacred Awakening
Just one step away from Rank 30—ready to step into the realm of the Second Vocation Change!
He was not only a high-tier combatant, but also one of the rare few who could wield the divine art that guided unawakened apprentices onto their professional paths.
It was said that for the Academy to invite such a Primarch to preside over the ceremony, they had to pay no less than five million gold dragon coins—an amount Aunt Daisy could never earn in her entire lifetime selling bread.
This… was the chasm between combat professions and the civilian trades.
Jenson drew in a deep breath, focusing all his attention on the ceremony about to begin.
On the plaza, more than three thousand Rank-Ten apprentices had already assembled—every one of them senior students from the Third Magi-War Academy of Loin Harbor City.
A restless energy surged through the crowd.
"Finally, it's time to change vocations! If I can get a hidden profession imprint, the knight orders of every great territory will be fighting to recruit me—my whole family's fate will turn around!"
"Quit dreaming, brother. I just hope I can make it into the combat ranks. Light Knight, Heavy Armored Warrior—anything's fine. I'm not spending my life as a menial worker in the city."
"Yeah, in a class of sixty, if twenty people awaken to combat professions, that's already considered good. Most end up with civilian profession imprints. Hidden professions? Nice to hear about, but that's all."
"My parents are both low-tier civilian professionals. They've scrimped and saved just to support my training. I have to make them proud—become a warrior and give them a better life!"
That last statement drew silent nods from more than a few nearby.
On this continent, a person's fate could turn entirely in a single moment—at the Vocation Ceremony.
Raising her hand to quiet the murmurs, Mentor Rhea called out, "Silence! The ceremony will proceed by class, in order. Class Twenty-Five will have to wait a while longer. Be patient—everyone will have their chance."
Under the guidance of the instructors, the plaza gradually settled into calm.
Then, Primarch Les lifted his head, his gaze sweeping across the assembly like a ray of holy light, and spoke in a solemn voice:
"By the witness of the Holy Light… let the Vocation Ceremony—begin!"
As per the principal's arrangement, Class One stepped forward, each apprentice approaching the Vocation Stone in sequence by student number.
From among the crowd, the first to walk toward the towering crystal was a boy named Woody—one of the academy's brightest scholars.
"I heard Woody may only be at Rank Ten, but his attributes far exceed those of his peers. He might really change into a combat profession."
"Yeah, the higher your attributes, the greater your chances of gaining a combat imprint. Plenty of scholars have proven it."
"Shh—here it comes!"
Primarch Les began chanting in a low, solemn voice. The Vocation Stone flared to life, its brilliance enveloping Woody.
Moments later, within the glow, a blazing emblem of fire suddenly appeared.
"Fire Mage!"
A gasp rose from the crowd.
"As expected of him—straight into one of the strongest ranged damage-dealing professions!"
"Mages never have trouble finding parties. Hunting monsters, exploring secret realms—they're welcome everywhere."
Under countless envious gazes, the Vocation Stone's radiance faded. Woody, his face unable to hide his joy, returned to stand among his classmates.