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Under the blood moon.

A young white-haired boy with a melancholic gaze stood alone at the top of the tower, gazing up at the splendid galaxy.

The evening wind blew past, ruffling his hair and turning the pages of the guidebook...

Even without knowing the astonishing developments within the dungeon, this scene alone was enough to draw attention.

But...

Harmonious God wasn’t the most tactful, unexpectedly commenting: ["I have a feeling that you seem to enjoy this process quite a bit."]

["First you set the traps, then like a poet, you’re writing poetry as they fall into the traps... Do you now feel elegant?"]

"Shh—stop talking."

Herbert gently shook his head, maintaining his carefully crafted pose, and replied internally with a tone full of melancholic flair:

"Listen, tonight’s wind seems particularly noisy, as if mourning for the departure of those wretched souls."

Nenasha: ???

What nonsense?

What’s going on?

["You..."]

Stunned by Herbert’s strange tone, Nenasha hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask: ["I mean, standing here blowing in the sea breeze in the middle of the night, aren’t you cold?"]

"Ugh."

Herbert shook his head helplessly, complaining: "Can’t you just let me be alone in peace? You really are clingy..."

As if you can’t wait to stick to me at all times, wanting to live in my head—oh, you already are.

Never mind, with Harmonious God here, it’s all in vain.

Literary?

Ha, not the slightest bit literary...

["Ha!"]

Harmonious God sneered disdainfully, having long seen through Herbert’s little schemes, mocked: ["You obviously can’t stand anymore, yet blame me for disturbing you."]

Do you think I don’t know your leg is half asleep?

Still pretending!

"By the way, more accurately, what I’m feeling now is land breeze."

Herbert kindly corrected, finally unable to maintain his "MVP victory pose," moved his leg under the moonlight, stretched lazily, and said:

"But it’s not cold, after all, I’m now a strong high~~~ tier expert!"

After both his physical body and Holy Power entered the High Tier, Herbert’s strength was completely stable at the high level, no longer faltering due to physical frailty.

This world’s strength classification is not complicated and quite easy to understand.

It can be roughly divided into six stages: Initial Tier, Middle Tier, High Tier, Legendary, Epic, Saint.

While in the Royal City, Herbert wasn’t interested in any of this, so besides the most basic knowledge, he had no relevant concept.

But after discussing with others during this period, plus his early experiences, Herbert summarized some general information.

To illustrate using ordinary humans as an example.

In theory, an adult human with basic training definitely isn’t weak, and in most situations, they can "exchange injuries" to tackle medium or small-sized beasts.

As long as they give up the insistence on being "uninjured," a terrifying upright ape can burst out with considerable strength.

But even so, this power can’t be compared to the real professionals.

Even a professional who has just been promoted to [Initial Tier] can easily defeat several adults with their improved attributes.

Representatives of Initial Tier professionals include well-trained militia, novice adventurers, knight’s attendants...

Their opponents are on the outskirts of the wilderness, needing to team up to fight some weak magical beasts.

And upon entering [Middle Tier] strength, professionals gain significant improvements again.

They become familiar with fighting and can use increasingly mature combat skills to venture deeper into the wilderness or jointly raid caves and abandoned dungeons filled with treasure and demons.

Due to talent, resources, and other reasons, Middle Tier strength is where most professionals reside, with the most substantial numbers across all levels.

At this point, their opponents have evolved from small fries like goblins, kobolds, slimes to more dangerous demons like half-beastman warriors and gnoll hunters.

And when strength reaches [High Tier], they completely possess the experience and ability to walk alone in the wilderness and easily handle various crises.

These somewhat famous professionals will choose different paths.

They either continue honing themselves in the wilderness hoping to break through again one day and enter the Legendary Realm.

Or they leave the wilderness, enter city-states, choosing to serve as personal guards for nobility, relying on their strength to sustain themselves—including some captains of the Kingdom’s guard.

And when reaching the [Legendary] level, strength undergoes a qualitative leap, marking the entry into the realm of powerful individuals.

Breaking armies alone, fighting hundreds at once, these feats are not difficult for legendary strongmen, achievable through various methods.

No matter where, legendary strongmen will be top figures in organizations, dangerous individuals requiring special treatment.

As for [Epic] strongmen higher up, they can completely be considered entering another level—they have begun venturing into the domain of the Divine Spirit.

Epic figures can besiege cities alone, annihilate nations solo, perform miracles affecting nature, and be treated as strategic-level weapons by all.

By the way, Epic figures in the Divine Spirit Church are also known with another respectful and slightly reverent term—Demigod.

To most mortals, Demigods can already be equated with embodiments of deities in the Mortal Realm.

As for those even higher, [Saint] level...

Strongmen of this level practically do not exist in the Mortal Realm, possessing immense power yet shrouded in mystery.

These are mythological figures who appear in legends, saving protagonists from dire situations.

The reason for saying "practically"... is because Herbert recently saw one firsthand.

Not at all filled with divinity or unreachable as the myths suggest.

It’s just someone who spent immense effort, winding their way for half a day, just to silently make a grand statement in front of him—Old Deng.

Moreover, according to Nenasha, the upper limits of Saints are incredibly high, with huge differences between individuals.

The gap between two Saints might even be larger than the gap from a mortal to a Saint!

Some weaker Saints might not be much stronger than Demigods, while normal Saints possess the qualifications to defy deities.

As for how strong the strongest Saints are, Herbert has no way of knowing, the differences in strength are too exaggerated, to an extent beyond comprehension even if heard.

However, after repeatedly asking, Herbert received a subtle description from his close ally—Divine Spirit.

Without modifiers like "comparable to," "akin to," "resembling."

Just Divine Spirit!

So the question arises, which tier does the Archbishop belong to among Saints?

While Herbert speculated on Old Deng’s strength, Nenasha chuckled teasingly: ["Oh! According to your words, you’re also considered a strong~~~ person now?"]

"Why wouldn’t it count?"

Herbert was calm, seeing no problem with his statement.

["Really? After seeing those legendary figures’ deaths, you still consider yourself, a small high-tier Paladin, a strong person?"]

Herbert’s response remained steadfast.

"Of course."