"So accurate?" This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised.

Anthony smiled without answering, a hint of pride at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his happy expression, Roland also smiled. If he doesn't want to say, then I'll just plan according to the timeline he mentioned.

Alina's calculations also pointed to three to five years later, so it should be this time frame.

He thought of someone and asked softly, "Do you know Macbeth?"

"I know him; he's a disgusting, vile, and shameless waste, but not without power. Why are you asking about him?" Anthony was a bit curious.

"If nothing goes wrong, he's my enemy."

"What kind of grudge..." Anthony stopped mid-sentence.

With Macbeth's ability, it's unlikely he will ever truly become a Tier Six. He can only try to hunt his fellow star path travelers, a grudge that allows no coexistence.

Glancing at Roland, Anthony probed once again, "Do you want to switch to studying magic? I can take you as my last disciple, teaching you carefully to the standards of a personal disciple. With your talent, you'll definitely reach Intermediate Mage in under three years."

"Can I beat Macbeth?"

"Depends on your learning speed; the chances are high. If you're really not confident, I can handle him for you." Anthony's tone was full of confidence, not taking Macbeth seriously at all.

Roland originally intended to remind Anthony that Macbeth was a sly old fox, but considering Anthony and Macbeth must've had interactions, he'd know his capabilities, so Roland decided not to mention it.

He did not rush to respond, casually asking, "What about Sofia?"

Anthony nearly choked, glaring at Roland with irritation. "None of the Tier Sevens I know can match her. She shouldn't even be here!"

Thinking of Sofia, Anthony also felt a bit dejected.

He was already close to two hundred years old, with his potential clearly capped.

Perhaps he could hold on until the fourth return day, but after that?

Tier Three/Mage is respectfully known as a Holy Sanctuary powerhouse, capable of single-handedly breaking armies, using magic to flatten a city.

Holy Sanctuary powerhouses typically avoid mundane conflicts, striving for a spot in the Divine Domain.

The limit of his life would be standing at the gate of the Holy Sanctuary, gazing at the sky.

Whether he could ascend to the Holy Sanctuary, he dared not even imagine.

Seeing Anthony's contemplative expression, Roland quickly changed the topic, asking softly, "Master Anthony, with your vast knowledge, could you tell me about the powers of higher tiers?"

"Tiers Nine to Tier Seven along with corresponding beginner and intermediate mages are still mundane; although powerful, they can still be harmed by guns and ordinary weapons."

"Only above Tier Six does one enter the truly extraordinary realms. Between Tier Six and Tier Five, there's no qualitative change, just a constant increase in power. Sofia exhibits strength around the peak of Tier Six to the threshold of Tier Five."

Roland felt somewhat exasperated.

He suddenly had the illusion that Sofia was the protagonist, and he was the evil minor character.

Having such a supermodel enemy, as if created haphazardly by the Creator, was truly a headache.

Though every day he put on a brave face, constantly indoctrinating Sif, he knew well enough that even if he and his friends all reached Tier Seven, they might still not be Sofia's match.

A battle of attrition might work, but that would require Sofia's cooperation, fighting to the death without retreating.

Sofia isn't a fool; if things don't go her way, she'll turn and leave, and who can stop her?

Anyone normal facing this situation would lose appetite, unable to sleep, but Roland wasn't normal.

Even losing wouldn't mean not trying.

At the very least, he had to fight to demonstrate value in alliance, making it hard for Sofia to bite, forcing her to bargain.

If he couldn't even present that value, it was naturally a dead end.

Roland's bottom line was to ensure the survival of himself and Sif. Any grand ambitions or empire-building were concerns for the living; the dead have nothing.

Seeing Roland's calm expression, Anthony was a bit surprised, teasingly saying:

"Aren't you afraid?"

Afraid? I'm completely numb, Roland screamed silently in his heart. Others transmigrated to become unbeatable geniuses right from the start; why was he a mere backdrop character, where could he argue this point?

Facing Anthony's teasing, he smiled, spread his hands, and mocked himself softly, "Even if I can't win, I have to think of a plan, at least to fight with style."

"And after fighting with style?" Anthony curiously asked.

"If it doesn't work, surrender," Roland replied as if discussing a game's outcome.

Anthony: "..."

He couldn't tell if Roland was joking or serious, but he knew there was no point in asking more from Roland.

Laughing heartily, Anthony didn't continue the topic.

No matter how strong Sofia was, she was at most comparable to the threshold of Tier Five; there were always ways.

But when the three Goddesses descended upon the world, that would be true despair.

The bad news: he had no idea how to counter the returning Goddesses.

The good news: he was certain he wouldn't live to see that day.

The worries of the future belonged to the youth; he was too lazy to think about it.

Even at its peak, the Magic Empire could only barely defeat the Divine Punishment Legion with the help of the Barbarian Transcendents.

If they had achieved a sweeping victory back then and used that momentum to unify the entire plane, consolidating all resources and constantly trial and error, there might have been a chance.

Unfortunately, they missed it.

Opportunities come only once.

The First Era had no intelligent life, dismissed.

The Second Era's self-proclaimed Divine Race created a glorious civilization and succeeded, from which the three Goddesses were born.

The Third Era saw attempts by Elves and Earth Spirits, which ended in failure and extinction.

The Fourth Era's Dragon Race, Phoenix, Primordial Beasts, and others, along with the Fifth Era's Beastmen, also attempted and failed, nearly facing extinction.

The Sixth Era, the Magic Empire, tried and failed, nearly facing extinction.

Now, the relay baton is in the hands of the Barbarians...

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