Seol Jihu screamed at the top of his lungs.

It wasn’t like he asked for fame or wealth or anything of that sort. All he wanted was for the goddess to not put the word ‘mana’ in his class name.

Even as lightning bolts continued to pour down, he kept on punching the unshakable wall with fists charged with mana.

It was a desperate struggle.

Their fight finally came to an end when the frightened Luxuria intervened.

Only after Luxuria promised to persuade Gula even if the heavens split in half did Seol Jihu stop punching the wall and leave the temple.

Meanwhile, an untimely celebration was underway at Valhalla. Members who had returned from the temple were laughing and chatting with each other.

Everyone was busy bragging about their new classes, but when they saw Seol Jihu trudging into the room, their smiles turned into a confused look.

At their morning meeting, he looked neat and tidy. But now, after a visit to the temple, suddenly he was charred from head to toe.

His filth could definitely earn him a spot among beggars.

“What the… Why do you look like that? Did you get struck by lightning or something?”

Chohong muttered in surprise. Though she wasn’t serious about it, her conjecture was spot-on.

“I just had a fight.”

“A fight? With who? Who’s stupid enough to pick a fight with you in Eva?”

“With Gula.”

“…What?”

“Ah, whatever. I had some doubts, but…. Ugh, maybe I’ll take this opportunity to really change my god. I seriously can’t take it anymore….”

Seol Jihu’s voice thinned as he panted for breath.

Chohong shook her head, dusting him off.

“First of all, I think you’re lying. But if you’re not, you’re seriously insane. Did your fight with the Parasite Queen mess your head up or something?”

“I couldn’t even say my class name out loud until I was Level 5 because I was too embarrassed. What do you know about this pain?”

Seol Jihu snapped, and then glanced at Chohong from top to bottom.

Chohong flashed a broad smile.

“…That smile tells me you’ve succeeded.”

“Of course I did! I leveled up!”

She raised her chin and made a peace sign with her fingers.

“Listen well. From now on, I’m not just a Templar, but a High Templar.”

“High Templar? Does that mean you can use Psionic Storm now?”

“Ah, stop being so Korean.”

Chohong gave Seol Jihu a light slap on the shoulder and giggled.

“High Templar, High Templar….”

Seol Jihu murmured to himself, clearly envious.

She liked the attention, but his reaction seemed a little over the...