Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Noan listened to their explanation, feeling a bit confused. "Why?" he asked.

Austin remained silent, only looking at Caleb.

Caleb sighed deeply before explaining, "Master, both Austin and I have reached level 3. However, we don't have enough resources to reach level 4."

"If it were before, we could have bought resources as we did when we still had contact and trade with the outside world, but everything would have been much easier."

"However, things are different now. This place is a barren land, and the energy crystals required for us to level up to level 4 is enormous."

"Moreover, to reach level 4, we must go through a trial to choose a Class. My Hero and Austin's Hero have both died. Even if we had enough resources to level up, we wouldn't have the ability to pass the trial and choose a Class."

Upon hearing Caleb's explanation, Noan understood why levelling up was so difficult for them. Perhaps because he had so many resources, he had forgotten that this place was just a desolate land, lacking many resources.

Noan was not overly concerned about the resources needed to level up; he cared about the resources needed to evolve and merge his heroes.

However, for others, the issue of resources was enormous.

Not even considering development, just having enough resources to maintain their domain, heroes, and soldiers was already an incredible achievement.

Noan furrowed his brow, thought momentarily, and said, "I will provide resources for you to level up. However, I will choose your Class."

Caleb and Austin looked at each other, then back at Noan.

"Well? You don't want it?" Noan asked.

Hearing Noan's words, Caleb and Austin quickly said, "No! No! Master, we really want it."

"Yes, we really want it. Master, choose any Class you want for me, as long as I can level up. Even if it's a Traveler Class or some useless Class, I'll accept it."

Noan waved his hand, and another bag appeared on the ground. "This contains enough resources for you to level up. As for your Heroes, I will find a way to solve that problem."

"Thank you, Master!" Austin and Caleb both shouted in unison.

They were so overwhelmed with joy that they were almost in tears. It should be known that even in the past if they had enough Heroes and soldiers, they still might not have been able to level up to level 4 successfully.

Why?

It wasn't without reason that many Lords were stuck at level 3, and many Lords at rank D and C also remained at level 3, unable to progress any further.

That's because the challenge of choosing a Class was truly too difficult.

According to their studied documents, the challenge in the Trial Tower was a battle against oneself.

The first floor was simple, like a 1 vs. 1 solo ability.

A Lord and a Hero would face off against their own shadow.

But by the second floor and beyond, things became much more complicated.

To choose a Class, the Lord needed to clear at least the third floor.

If not, they would forever remain stuck at level 3, unable to level up.

Although Noan's words didn't provide any assurance that he would help them, they truly believed in him.

To them, Noan was an existence capable of achieving anything.

At this moment, Caleb suddenly asked: "Master, you're the one who cleared the tenth floor of the Trial Tower, right?"

Noan didn't answer directly but smiled and softly said, "Guess."

Caleb took a deep breath, and at that moment, he became even more convinced that Noan would definitely find a way to help them pass the challenge in the Trial Tower.

Although Austin didn't understand why Caleb asked that, he knew well enough to simply follow Caleb's lead and didn't need to know too much.

After chatting for a while, Malrik took Caleb and Austin back to their domains.

Inside their domain, Austin asked Caleb with confusion: "Do you think Master can really help us?"

"Of course!" Caleb replied confidently.

Austin looked at Caleb, seeing his confidence, and felt even more puzzled: "Why do you think that? You have to know that our Heroes and soldiers are all dead. We can't take Master's monsters into the Trial Tower."

Caleb glanced at Austin, his gaze carrying a hint of disdain, which made Austin angry.

"Oy! What's with that look?" Austin shouted.

Caleb sniffed dismissively: "Huh! You still don't realize what kind of existence our Master is?"

"Do you mean...?" Austin tilted his head, asking in confusion.

"Can't you tell that Master is the one who cleared the tenth floor of the Trial Tower?" Caleb replied with some impatience.

"Ah!" Austin suddenly snapped to attention. "I had a feeling it might be Master, but since Master didn't answer, do you really believe it was him?"

"Are you stupid?" Caleb felt a headache coming on from Austin's lack of understanding. "Didn't you hear the implication in Master's words? What he meant is that we shouldn't reveal this information openly. We can just understand it between us."

"Ah! I see now." Austin nodded, looking as if he understood. "So, what does this have to do with us?"

Caleb: "..."

"Dammit! I don't want to explain anymore. Just stay quiet and wait," Caleb said, irritated, before storming off.

Austin stood still, scratching his head, still confused. He looked toward Urlgan and frowned, asking, "Do you understand anything he just said?"

Urlgan tilted his head, shrugged, and showed no interest in the matter.

...

Two days later, Noan arrived in front of the Blood Tribe's tomb, looking for a way to enter.

He furrowed his brows as he examined the stone door, which seemed as though it had never been opened, and felt a sense of confusion.

"Oy! Do you really not want to let me in?" Noan shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern, but after that, everything fell silent as if there was no one there.

Noan frowned and called out again, "Oy! What's your name? Queen of the Blood Tribe? Or maybe Cute Bat? Or 150cm?"

BAM!

Suddenly, a gigantic hand formed from a mist of blood-red vapour swung toward Noan.

The sound and impact were deafening as Noan's body was pulverized into a heap of flesh and blood. Only his head flew high into the air before rolling and finally coming to a stop on the ground.

A moment later, Noan's body restored itself to its previous state. Seemingly unafraid of death, he shouted again, "150cm, loli, if you don't let me in, I'll keep insulting you until..."

BAM!

Before Noan could finish his sentence, the misty, blood-coloured fist once again struck and obliterated his body.

A while later, Noan restored himself once more, opening his mouth to say something when the same giant hand grabbed him and began pulling him toward the door.

As his body was about to collide with the stone door, a swirling black vortex appeared and swallowed him up.

Seconds later, Noan was thrown out of the vortex, his body flying through the air for over a hundred meters.

BAM!

Noan fell onto a frozen pond with a heavy impact, causing the spot where he landed to cave, creating a hole. Cracks spread out like a spider web across the surface. Naturally, he broke a few bones, his internal organs were shattered, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears like small streams.

"Ack!" Noan gritted his teeth, feeling the pain gnawing at his body.

Luckily, just a few minutes later, he was able to recover to his original state.

Noan sat up, and when he looked ahead, he saw a woman so stunningly beautiful that no words could describe her beauty.

However... she had one flaw—she was quite short.

Yes, as beautiful as an angel, just like she had stepped out of a fairytale, but her only flaw was her short stature.

She wore an expression of arrogance and coldness on her face, sitting cross-legged on a block of ice, looking at him with discomfort.

"If you're here just to insult me, I can torment you until you hope I'll kill you," her cold voice echoed.

Despite this, Noan was not afraid. He took out a new set of clothes from his 'Storage Space,' changing while speaking: "If I didn't say that, how would you let me in here?"

Carlotta looked at Noan changing clothes, her expression tightening as if she saw him as nothing more than a rock, her eyes turning away.

Once Noan finished changing, he asked, "What's your name?"

"You have no right to know my name," Carlotta replied coldly.

"Ah! After everything we've done, you still have the nerve to say that?" Noan said with a mocking smile.

"You..." Carlotta was furious.

Once again, the blood-red mist appeared, forming into a giant hand that grabbed Noan and lifted him high.

"I'll give you a chance to arrange your words once more, filthy human," Carlotta said, her voice as cold as a thousand-year-old mountain of ice.

Noan didn't struggle. He wore a bored expression, looking directly at Carlotta and said, "Then you should take a bath too because you and I have had quite a bit of contact."

Carlotta: "..."