This country is called the 'Six Realms'.

The Six Realms represent six different classes: slaves, outcasts, commoners, merchants, nobles, and royalty.

Each different class is a completely different world, only the closer you get to it, the more you can live like a person, and the only way to level up is to enter the secret service school, learn skills, complete quests, accumulate quest points, and exchange for green passes to the next class.

But since the advent of this rule, so many years have passed, and only one person has gone from 'slave' to the third estate.

His name is NO.9.

It's not a name, it's just that he was the ninth child born in the hospital that day.

9 was the child born of a condemned prisoner.

The death penalty of death row prisoners in the Six Realms is to dedicate their lives to various sciences, and they are no different from laboratory mice.

The son born to the condemned prisoner was also a slave who could not control his own life, but the scientist who killed his mother was a pervert, and instead of fearing that he would seek revenge on him when he grew up, he raised him, and then used his life savings to bribe the officials to send him to a secret service school that slaves were not eligible to enter.

9 was very competitive, he worked hard to complete the task, accumulated task points, and finally came to the third level.

Merchant.

In fact, ordinary people will feel very satisfied when they come here, and continue to complete tasks here to accumulate task points and exchange them for money.

If you have less money, you can buy a house, live by yourself, and work for the boss at the same time; If you have a lot of money, you can use this money to do business, make money, and be your own boss.

But 9 chose to stay in school.

"Why?"

The girl with a long golden ponytail floating behind her head stopped shaking her legs.

9 sitting next to her was wearing a black suit school uniform from the Secret Service Academy, the school uniform didn't know if it was a few years ago, stitches could be seen on his arms and knees, and his body was also terrifyingly thin, and the old school uniform from a few years ago was still empty on his body.

But the boy stood up from the balcony of the campus with his back straight.

"I'm going."

The two ponytails stood up with him, and followed him to look at the forest in the distance.

The whole forest was filled with black air.

This kind of black doesn't feel like it's ordinary, it's like too much blood accumulating and revealing darkness, oppressive, bloody, and it's creepy just to get closer.

Seeing Nine turn around to leave, the girl with two ponytails reached out and hugged his arm.

"Ninety-nine, please, don't go."

The last and only exam for the third tier to the fourth tier is to obtain one's own spiritual martial arts.

The so-called Lingwu is a weapon that can be powered by spiritual power to have a soul.

It can be family heirlooms that have been passed down from generation to generation and old goblins who live in it, or it can be 'artificial spirits' and modern technological weapons that you have bought from a soul builder for money.

In short, either you have money or power, and this is a green card to the nobility.

If none of the above, then there is another way to go hunting in the 'Black Forest' rumored to be the site of an ancient battlefield.

There are snake demons and wolf kings who have cultivated for thousands of years, as long as they can catch them, tame them, or pick up the weapon magic weapon of a certain general who died in battle, but after so many years, no one has ever been able to pass or come out of it.

"But no, I have to go."