The already written destiny (1)
The history of the Draft Ceremony dates back to the time when the church was founded. They have the right to exercise the power of Goddess Luxuria.
Only the follower of Goddess Luxuria can perform the ritual of sacred summoning.
The King and the Pope have come to an agreement to hold the summoning once a year. They are aware of the enormous benefits of having an Earthling on their side.
To avoid any conflict of interest between the Church and the Kingdom, neither of them can possess an Earthling to their army.
[The Royal Knights of the Kingdom and Holy Knights of the Church]
So they created third-party organizations to regulate the Earthlings. From that point, the five guilds were established.
"For those who have combat classes may come forward"
Most of them have taken a step forward. Only dozens of people were left behind, of course, this includes Von. The anxiety they felt before was slowly fading away after realizing the fact that they were not dreaming.
They accepted their new faith of becoming a hero for their brand-new world and there are few who were quietly excited about it. Yet, some of them are very worried about their family on Earth. However, they were promised that once all dungeons were cleared they can return home.
Individuals were rejoicing after receiving a combat class with almost cheat-like stats.
One of them is the 31-year-old professor named Charles. Considering his pretty face, he became the most favorite teacher in university.
Charles has a determined look on his face. He realized the gap between reality and his imaginations proved to be too wide for him to bridge. The reality was cold and harsh as if it occupied the opposite end of the scale from his imagination.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Alright please fall in line while the guild scouts will take a look at you."
"Now wear the hunter's tag and show your Status Window so the guild scouts can proceed with the scouting."
The man in robe giving them instructions. He raised his right hand indicating the scouts to proceed.
The hall once again fell into a deep silence once the scouts have busily checked their Window Status one by one.
A female guild scout in black attire wearing a high stocking started to approach Von. She noticed that the man is isolating himself from others.
"Hello, male earthling Please wear this hunter's tag.."
The identification tag or known as the hunter's tag served as proof that the wearer is a member of a guild. The hunter's tag is capable of revealing the nimbus class and rank of the owner. The material used to make the tag reflected the hunter's rank, As the rank goes up, the tag is made from better, rarer metal.
"I am afraid that my current class will able to aid you. It is best not to waste your time on me."
"How disgraceful Mr. Lee, you persuaded us to participate in this mess. In the end, you're the one who won't follow? Please Don't put us in a bad situation because of your stubbornness."
The voice was gentle yet just that single sentence made Von feel bad.
The woman then gave a faint smile. Her name is Alice. She's also a university teacher and Von's closest colleague back then.
In the end, Von could not arrive at an answer and couldn't help to sigh.
"Sigh. Alright."
"Status Window"
A bright light flickered that came from the tag and showed an information in holographic form.
『Name: Von Francois Lee
Age: 21
Nimbus: Pono's Temple of Resolute Craftsman
Class: Farmer
Rank: 1
Mana: 5
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Stamina: 5
Endurance: 5
Skill Available:
Appraisal (Level 1): Allowed to see the details and effects of all kinds of normal plant species.
Perseverance (Passive) Level: 1- Farmers are known for their patience and doing something despite the difficulties of storms and pests. You can acquire stats based on efforts.
Range Cultivation (Passive) Level: 1 – Increase the efficiency of raising plants. The plant will grow 2x faster. 』
The guild scout stared at his status fixedly, After standing there like she had been struck by lightning.
"Wait! This is the first time I am seeing this class."
After hearing what the guild scout said. The man in robe drop the cigarette butt and walked to check it by himself.
"It seems you have found something interesting, I am intrigue hohoho." Then he quickly took a glance at Von's Window Status.
The five guild leaders cringe to their seats when they heard about the emergence of an unfamiliar class. It could be their chance to draft him and to increase their guild's strength. All of them patiently waiting for the scout's report.
The man in robe stared blankly at Von's Window Status. while stroking his long white beard.
"Huh? Wait, a farmer? A farmer isn't it?"
He rubbed his eyes and double-checked. No doubt that's a farmer class. As far as he was aware, this couldn't be happening he flinched before he even realized he flinched.
"Hey, boy? Are you sure you're an Earthling?"
"What's wrong with being a farmer?!" Von grinned as he responds.
He shooed Von away as if he wanted nothing more to do with him.
Buzz Buzz Buzz!
People began gasping in surprise everywhere. The place was filled with the buzzing noise of the Earthlings. Some of them couldn't hold their laughter after hearing about Von's ridiculous class.
"Oh, that suits you well teacher, nothing to be ashamed of that."
"Oh well, be a proud teacher. You're a nature lover right? Then, take care of those plants."
"Without farmer who will feed us? Come one cheer up! Let us handle the monsters in this world!"
The students seem trying to comfort Von but the reality they are being sarcastic. They are loving their teacher's misfortune.
The attention was on Von but he completely disregarded all those stares. He is used to this kind of situation. He could pretend like he didn't care but deep inside it was a different story.
Cough. Cough
Guild leaders shook their heads with a sigh.
"I thought we just hit a jackpot. Perhaps, this year's draft was nothing special" A burly man with a big scar across his face stated his opinion and slowly massaged his temple while showing disappointment.
"Is the Valhalla desperate right now? Mr. Ragnar? Be patient we haven't even seen the report have us?" The man with blonde hair smirked.
"Are you making fun of me Elliot? There are too many dungeons that kept appearing these days. We have been holding the border for too long. How can you know about that? When you're just sitting your ass at the capital?
A blonde woman silently nodded and pushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. This is just a normal scenario in every year's draft. She used her elbow to poke the waist of Valhalla's leader to calm him down.
The man in robe has noticed the tension between the leaders in the upper deck.
After the procedure of checking the status windows of the seven hundred-eight Earthlings, Just in time, scouts had brought their report.
"Let's see…. Since we don't have a lot of time remaining."
The man in robe started to walk back into the stage.
"I shall just directly move to the next step in the procedure. We need to divide you into five groups evenly somehow. But for those who had a special class, we will decide on your guild today. So how many do we have? Only twelve special classes out of seven hundred? Alright, once we call your name, please step forward."
"Our five guild leaders; Mr. Ragnar, Mr. Marco, Mr. Arthur, Mr. Elliot, and Ms. Yura will decide if they will invite you to their guild. Of course, they will consider your stats and class."
"If more than two of them have decided to invite you. Of course, you have the right to join the guild of your choice".
The head priest started to read the status one by one.
"『Name: Robb Domingo
Level: 1
Nimbus: Ares' Temple of Formidable Fighter.
Class: Magic Swordsman"
Swordsman is a typical class in the kingdom. The guild seeing them as a pawn for every expedition. However, the magic swordsman is unique with a hybrid ability. Two guilds have invited and Robb immediately accepted the offer of the Young Wolf guild.
"『Name: Alice Cruz
Level: 1
Nimbus: Ezalor's Temple of Totem of the Light.
Class: Light Priest』"
The existence of a Priest among Earthling is very rare. Their presence in an expedition was a life-or-death factor. All guild leaders didn't hesitate, all of them invited her to be part of their guild. Alice chooses the Strong Dawn guild who's leader was a female. Yura gave a warm smile.
Hearing Alice's name made Von speechless. He is very happy for his friend and even wanted to personally congratulate her. However, he was taken aback without giving another second thought. It was better for her if he was going to distance himself.
"『Name: Charles Alawi
Level: 1
Nimbus: Ares' Temple of Formidable Fighter.
Class: Blood Berserker』"
The earthlings' cheers rang through the Hall the moment they hear their favorite teacher name. Other's cheers stirred and chanted Charles's name. Most of them are young female students yelling his name.
"Waaahhhhhhhh!"
"Sir Charles!" "Sir Charles!" "Sir Charles!"
"Sir Charles!" "Sir Charles!"
The atmosphere at the ceremony had reached its peak after Charles has as announce to join the Royals Guild as known to be the strongest guild in the Kingdom. The other four guild leaders failed to hide their unpleasant feelings. With the addition of an annoying chant, they could see a group of crazy people chanting the name of the man.
The drafting continues until they reached the last rookie.
"Alright, so this is the last one" Phillip raises his index finger.
The man in a robe couldn't hide his astonishment when he saw the class. He showed not one sign of movement and remained utterly silent for a long while.
Ragnar saw the head Priest's reaction and immediately got up from his seat. Unlike other leaders, no rookies have chosen him.
The man in robe grabbed his collars and began to fix them. He tried to compose himself and then proceeded to spit out.
"『Name: Lin Cheng
Level: 1
Nimbus: Athena's Temple of Undying Knowledge.
Class: Shadow Necromancer 』"
All leaders structured like they were hit by lightning. A shadow necromancer is a generational class that only exists once in a hundred years.
They couldn't hide their excitement and all of them invited him. In the end, Lin Cheng decided to join Royal's guild.
Elliot slowly got up from his chair and brought a loud laugh that could hear echoing all over the hall.
"Oh my! Oh my! Does it seem the lady luck is on my side? Hahaha.. Don't worry Mr. Ragnar, the Valhalla could take that farmer if you want? No one is going from stopping you."
Ragnar didn't even give Elliot a single glance and started packing his things and readying himself to leave the ceremony hall.
The result.
『— White Lion Guild — Northern District — Leader: Arthur
Acquired Combat Class: 110
Acquired Special Combat Class: 3
Acquired Production Class: 26 』
『—Strong Dawn Guild — Western District — Leader: Yura
Acquired Combat Class: 110
Acquired Special Combat Class: 5
Acquired Production Class: 26 』
『—Valhalla Guild — Eastern District — Leader: Ragnar
Acquired Combat Class: 110
Acquired Special Combat Class: 0
Acquired Production Class: 27 』
『—Young Wolf Guild — Southern District — Leader: Marco
Acquired Combat Class: 110
Acquired Special Combat Class: 2
Acquired Production Class: 26 』
『—Royals Guild — Central District — Leader: Elliot
Acquired Combat Class: 110
Acquired Special Combat Class: 2
Acquired Production Class: 26 』
"Only twelve Earthlings weren't chosen to be part of any guild. Don't worry, the palace will decide for your place."
Normally, the Earthlings who failed to join a guild during the draft are considered failures. They would have been chosen if they possessed a good class in the first place.
The twelve Earthlings remained at the back without moving an inch. They stared at their colleagues with eyes of envy. They couldn't help to think that they already forgot about their existence.