A man in robes was in the hills. Standing with his staff lifted in the sky as the rain poured.

He called forth rain with his skill [Rain] to water the wheat fields. Putting out the fire with just his skill that has reached master level.

This man was in his robes and white hair was seen even though he covered his head with a hood. Thinking of finding the one who was seen battled the bandits while solitary.

He just barely saw the glimpse power of this young man as he can feel a great aura from him.

“This kid is the one in the prophecy. I must fulfil my role as his guide and follow the command of the God of Angels. I am following that great aura for days and I hope he is the one that I am finding. Oh, what a young fellow to carry such burden.. He will face greater trials as he lives here in this world. I must anoint him before it was too late!” He said as he leaned on his staff.

Descending on the hills with his failing strength due to being old and the rain still poured for several minutes.

Putting off the fire in the field and giving water to the plants in the wheat fields.

Joan thought that it was beyond salvage but saved almost half of the field. It was very disappointing on his part as he can’t cast huge spells at the moment. Only has the beginner job classes at the moment.

Unlocking the Adept Job classes requires greater mana well as it has greater mana consumption. The next stage of Job class was the Advanced then Master, Grandmaster, Legendary then Mythical.

Ascending to Mythical was also unlocking the longevity that will make your lifespan extended. Of course, Joan didn’t reach it as he was cursed in the past which made him disappointed in his self.

Last was Godhood but it was impossible as you need to have no beginning and no end. The Alpha and Omega.

Joan was a man and he was in no way a God in any sense. But he can attain longevity this time around if he can reach Mythical class.

Joan was in the hills and he was enjoying the rain pouring on his skin. Blood seemed to trail as the water eroded from the bodies of his enemies.

He stared at the bodies and felt that it was time to descend the hill he was onto. Stepping at the grass, he can hear the water splatter as he stepped on it. Walking calmly as he descends the hill.

The air in the hills seemed colder as he felt the temperature drop when the rain poured. Chilly breath was emitted from his mouth and he can’t help himself to stutter even though he was not saying anything.

His mouth was grinding his teeth and was rubbing back and forth when he felt the cold.

His clothes were tattered on the process and no cuts were seen from his skin. The very rough defence was what made the Paladin dominate when it comes to toughness.

For Joan, he can switch to Job classes anytime when he wanted to but the buffs were still active even though he will switch to another. Making his buffs stack with the other buffs from the other Job classes.

He paved the path and the village tower was empty. The other villagers saw him and they praised his victory.

They seemed to watch him when he fought them and so many cheered him when they saw him.

Paving the dirt road that soon became muddy due to the rain, he was soaked wet from head to toe. Not minding his wet self, he entered his house and his mother immediately attended to him.

“Son! Your mother was very proud of you! I saw how you beat the bandits solitarily and you saved us! I will make you have a hot bath. It was the least that I can do for the hero of the village. At least he will not catch a cold,” She said then pinched him on the cheeks.

“Thanks, mom! I will take a bath then,” Joan said then took a bath.

Changing his clothes into a brown shirt and pants.

The rain still poured and his father arrived sooner than they thought. With his horse neighing outside, it was certainly him.

“Joan! Where is Joan!?” He hastily said as he arrived. Entering the house with a shout.

“He finished taking a bath dear.” Said Anna.

Joan then approached him, leaving his room. He was then hugged by his father and tears were seen in his eyes.

“I am very proud of you son! You certainly are a big boy now. You save us villagers from the bandits and I saw it too! Hahaha,” he laughed hysterically, mixed emotion of happiness and concerns.

He didn’t thought that his son was so strong that he can solitarily kill bandits at his age.

“Dad, I can do that! But I am sorry for the wheat fields, I can’t put out the fire,” Joan said sadly.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. The rain did its part and so are you. Now let’s have a chicken for supper. The village elder sincerely gave his thanks to you. He can’t repay you in anyways but he will surely repay you someday.” John said to him.

“Nah, don’t mention it. I am a villager too here so I am doing my part. Say dad, how about we make the chicken into a soup. The weather is cold so it will be good to sip something right?” Joan said to him.

“Hahaha! You are right my boy! Let’s cook it!” John said then caressed his hair.

They went to prepare the chicken for a soup and cooked it. Joan prepared the spices and then his mother boiled water.

His father stir-fried the spices in the oil and added the chicken cuts. Adding water to the cuts when they were semi brown and boiled them with lemongrass.

Waiting for an hour to cook the food and his father tasted it. Giving Joan a thumbs up then let it simmer.

Serving the food on their table and they sat in their respective seats.

“So son, the village elder was indebted to you and he suggested to me that he will make a recommendation to the Academy. He knew the principal of the Academy as he was his brother. He can only make a letter to the Academy to have a scholarship,” John said then gave him his letter.

A letter was given and was sealed by wax and pressed with the elder’s seal. Joan received it with gladness as he can reach his goal a step higher.

“Please say my thanks to the village elder dad,” Joan said to him.

“No son, it was him to say that. It was the least he can do to the saviour of the village. The one-man army kid who soloed the bandits? Haha, they even have that impression on you!” John said to him.

“Pft! They were exaggerated! Now now, let’s eat or the food will go cold.” Joan said to them.

They ate the chicken soup and sipped the broth. Warming their stomach while the rain still poured.

Thinking about it, Joan tasted the soup and it was savory. A time well spent while the temperature was cold outside. It was not bad to rest for a while after that kind of battle.

While he was on it, he also thought that it was the first time that he killed a person here in this world. He also thought that it was not bad to receive favors to the ones who will help. Making him sigh as he felt that this day was sure tiring.