Noah was somewhat silent.
Three-order!
He glanced at the sky, the countdown had changed to 89 days.
He somewhat understood why the officials were so generous to him, supporting him without reservation, even telling him such secrets without concealment.
They hoped he could grow quickly and become a pillar against the Ghost-Level Calamity.
There were less than three months left. He had to reach Three-order, or even stronger.
Noah was even more motivated to become stronger.
"Oh right, that person who tried to assassinate me, I wonder what's going on with them?" Noah's mind stirred. He suddenly thought of the assassin; that person was also a driving force for his strength.
Noah still remembered the reason the other party tried to assassinate him, shouting that he had killed so-and-so, as if he were a Great Demon King with hands stained with blood.
At first, he definitely thought the other party was crazy, but the subsequent global awakening made him have some other thoughts.
