Knight or Writer, that is the question.
Late at night, Roland tightly closed the study door, lit two thick candles, and under the gentle glow, he looked at the two soul-bound cards hovering in the void.
Although only he could see the cards, he still carefully locked the door.
The information contained within the soul cards clearly emerged in his mind.
No one knows where soul cards come from.
Some say they come from the supreme Creator God; they are Transcendents.
Some say they are from a god above realms; they are ordinary people.
Others say it's the temptation from the demons of the Abyss of Profound Darkness; they are failures.
Where they come from may not be important; what matters is that Roland now has a second card.
The original [Writer] card had already turned pale purple, representing his high national fame.
If he only pursued reluctant promotion, he could do it now.
But no one would do that.
Normal people would wait until they couldn't upgrade before promoting.
