Chapter 2: Baby steps

(AN:ten minutes from where we last left off)

"Ok... so my class is meant to be adept at killing players... and my skills seem pretty confusing considering the lack of information on how much mana they use and their cooldown and such.... Hell they might not even use mana for all I know."

He had calmed down considerably from ten minutes ago but he still held a huge amount of confusion over the situation of his class and such.

"Okay so let's try gather information on my talent and such... last time I said the name of what I wanted to know about it didn't have the right outcome but second times the charm right?..."

He looked at his status screen for a few minutes contemplating silently instead of letting his thoughts leak from his mouth.

"Momentum Battleing."

He focused hard on the words on the status screen not thinking it would be to bad if he accidentally activated this since it was his talent and only X-level which he didn't think could be to strong considering it was only over the minimum he could get by 1 rank.

{[Momentum Battleing]}

(Passive Talent)

Your body has the ability to perfectly use momentum gathered in any way in order to fulfill the intended purpose due to the ancestors of this Talent being gladiators the talent has evolved in order to change any fighting style the owner learns into one that uses the talent to it's fullest, the original name of the talent has long been forgotten.

Grey was pleased to see that the information of the talent had just popped up this time instead of backfiring like the first time he inquired about something (AKA his class). He decided to do the same with his skills after his class to see if he could get information on how they worked (mana or something else) and cooldowns and such now that he knew this seemed to work, though he thought it was likely there was a easier way to do this.

"Berserk Wildcard."

He once again focused on the words not being sure whether he had to say the name or just focus or vice versa but deciding to figure that out later considering the city streets were to loud for anyone who did hear him to really care.

{[Berserk Wildcard]}

The fate-born class belonging to user GrayTotallyNotGrey. A class built around doing as much damage as possible whatever means necessary.

Grey looked at this for a moment with a blank face before yelling.

"WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE INFORMATION? ALL I GOT WAS I'M A COMBATIVE CLASS!"

His voice barely managed to be loud enough to be picked out from the bustling street for a single moment proving the street to be crowded far to much for him to stay there any longer if he didn't want to damage his hearing so instead of checking out his other skills he decided to go to a less crowded area before continuing even though it meant he would have to be more careful to not reveal his skills considering he would need to kill players at some point he didn't think it would be wise to spread the information of his skills. After a while of walking he eventually found a secluded alley and walked in thinking it would be the perfect place to further investigate himself.

"Perfect-"

Suddenly three people that Grey could tell where players due to the gamer tags floating above their head although they were blurred, probably from the hide username option he saw in the menu when he was creating the appearance of his character (wasn't shown cause it's boring and he just is a dude with long black and purple hair as his avatar if you're curious), they jumped out from behind a wall and started yelling at him in rough voices.

1: "Give us all your money noob!"

2: "Yeah! What Fran- I mean... what he said!"

3: "You heard them! run them pockets for your starter gold!"

Grey stared silently calm as this was still just a game but his mind unbeknownst to him was acting different pulling information from everything he knew to make his next decision.

'I'm guessing it's some sort of quest since 50 coppers isn't much based on the market prices from the street i was on, probably to rob a certain amount of people or something since they called me a noob they must be on the higher side of the player hierarchy but considering the low number of players for this game despite the fact they are allowing full body freedom this game must be newer than i first thought and so they must be only in the single digits of level or at most the teens in level, I'm unaware of the difference a level causes but based on the fact that two of them have swords and the other a staff it's easy enough to guess they have normal classes though this isn't for certain but it's likely and since I have a fate born class which based on the fact I only had one in my class choices should at the least be a little better than a normal class and since I haven't tested losses from dieing it is 100% worth fighting them to learn both how much a level is worth the effect of death on a player if I die and how much better a fate born class is to a normal one...'

In the instant his thought process was over he started running in a slight blood thirst in his eye completely different from how he usually acts as he quickly closed in using the running momentum to flip into the air aiming a kick at 3 who held the staff, the kick was swiftly blocked but seeing this Grey, or should I say Gray?, moved the momentum to his other leg kicking 3 in the face and continuing the momentum to swivel to a position above the outstretched staff where he then used both his legs to kick 3 in the face while their still dazed causing them to let go of their staff as they were launched back then Gray swirled the staff to be a launching point as he shot himself towards another player but before he could hit the 2nd person there sword was already about to stab into his gut making it clear of their status diffrence causing Gray to realise he would die and he had to think if he had a skill to save him or if he would let himself die without even killing one as he was looking forward to the exp... At least that was what he was telling himself...

He didn't want to accept that he wanted to kill these people the idea he wanted to kill disturbed him deeply and he couldn't help but deny it even though every inch of him was begging to take this man's own sword and cut off his head with it, he felt like a whole different person.

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(AN:also I don't got no art for the cover so recommendations are appreciated)