New Class
The morning light spilled through the inn's grimy window, bathing the cramped room in a soft golden haze. Ronnie sat on the edge of the creaky bed, his gaze softening as it fell on Kitty, curled up in a deep sleep, her face streaked with dried tears from the emotional storm that had exhausted her. Her feline ears twitched faintly, her chest rising and falling with gentle breaths, a picture of fragile vulnerability. Above him, System notifications hovered like spectral lanterns, their blue glow casting fleeting shadows on the peeling walls. Ronnie rubbed his chin, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"I haven't checked my stats in a while," he murmured, his voice barely audible to avoid waking her. With a thought, he summoned his status screen, the interface blooming before him like a radiant tapestry.
[User: Ronnie Silver]
[Ability: The Revealer (Iron Rank)]
[Class: The Revealer (Divine Rank - Locked)]
[Skills: Mirror of Life (S), Dreamer (A), Devil's Touch(B), Stellar Eyes (C)]
[Level: 2]
[Stats: Strength: 15 | Agility: 13 | Intelligence: 20 | Vitality: 15 | Mana: 58]
"What the hell are these numbers?" Ronnie's eyes widened, his breath hitching. "Why's my Mana so damn high compared to the rest?"
The stats glared back at him, wildly uneven, like a tower teetering on a narrow base. His Mana dwarfed the others, a glaring outlier that set his nerves on edge. Confusion swirled in his mind, demanding answers.
A System window materialized, its text sharp and precise:
[You started with 9 Mana Points, gained 7 from Rosie, 6 from reaching Level 1, 15 from Fay, 15 from Kitty, and 6 from reaching Level 2.]
Ronnie leaned back, the explanation settling his thoughts. It added up, but his gaze lingered on Strength and Intelligence, trailing far behind. "Why does Mana shoot up so much faster?" he muttered, brow furrowing. He'd noticed his Mana surged at triple the rate of his other stats, a risky imbalance that could destabilize him.
[Your class requires substantial Mana, so the System optimized a method to gain Mana Points efficiently.]
[You may redistribute points as desired.]
Ronnie nodded, the logic clicking. His Revealer class thrived on Mana, but the skewed stats clashed with his need for balance. He craved stability, a solid foundation in this unpredictable world. "Alright, fix it for me," he said, a faint smile breaking through. "Since I can earn Mana through my ability or leveling, I'll stick to gaining Mana with my ability. For level-up points, spread them across the other stats—no Mana."
[Understood. Changes saved.]
"Perfect," Ronnie exhaled, relief washing over him. "Now my Mana only grows when I use my ability. That should keep things even." Satisfaction warmed his chest, his stats now aligned for equilibrium.
His eyes caught a lingering System window.
[You have received a special reward.]
His heart raced, a primal instinct whispering that this was no ordinary gift. It felt like a rare gem, a key to something extraordinary. Excitement surged, his pulse hammering. "Open it," he commanded, his voice sharp with anticipation.
A new window flared, its glow rivaling the dawn:
[You have unlocked a new class.]
"What?" Ronnie's jaw dropped. "A new class? Am I losing my current one?"
Panic gripped him, his mind spiraling. He cherished his Revealer class—its boundless potential had fueled his wildest ambitions. The thought of discarding it, starting anew, was unthinkable. His breath quickened, fear clawing at him. But another window appeared, soothing his dread:
[You have unlocked an additional class.]
"Impossible," Ronnie whispered, his jaw hitting the floor. He'd scoured countless tomes, devoured every legend, and never encountered a soul with two classes. Some had switched or ascended classes through rare means, but dual classes? Not even myths dared dream of it.
[This is exceedingly rare in the current era.]
[In the Last Age, many legends wielded multiple, diverse classes.]
The words struck like lightning, upending everything Ronnie knew about this world. His jaw dropped again, the System unveiling a history that could rewrite reality itself.
[Based on past experiments and System analysis, those with The Revealer ability are perpetually at risk.]
[Previous Revealers were vulnerable against foes, always fleeing due to their knowledge of others' secrets, making them prime targets.]
[Despite the System's efforts, it lacked the means to protect them directly.]
[Thus, the System decided the user must protect themselves.]
[After extensive research, the System identified the ideal class to safeguard the user.]
As the words faded, a crimson window materialized, wreathed in a dark, swirling aura. Ronnie's breath caught, his eyes glued to the text, struggling to grasp the enormity of what was unfolding.
[You have unlocked an additional class: Guardian King]
[Rank: Divine (Unable to fully utilize this class)]
[Class Description: In ancient times, an unknown figure, a silent protector of worlds, eradicated enemies in secret. (A friend of the System's creator.)]
[Additional Information: ????]
"What the hell is this?" Ronnie gasped, his voice trembling.
A searing energy erupted within him, a molten tide scorching his veins. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest as pain consumed him, his veins bulging across his face and neck. It was agony, as if his body were being forged anew. He'd thought awakening this class would be like The Revealer—seamless, effortless—but this was torment. Writhing on the cold floor, he felt his soul teetering on the brink of annihilation, certain death was near.
Then, a vision swallowed him, one he'd carry forever. He stood in an infinite void, planets shattered into dust, stars snuffed out, the moon cleaved in two. Amid the cosmic ruins, a cloaked figure stood, his face hidden, wielding a blood-red spear that seemed to tear the heavens with its presence. Ronnie's heart pounded as he saw billions of alien hybrids—creatures of every race—arrayed against this lone warrior.
Gasping, Ronnie witnessed the impossible: one against billions. The figure laughed, his voice resounding through the void. "I am the Guardian King, your eternal protector," he declared. "You dare stab me in the back? I'll slaughter you as I did your gods."
With a flick of his spear, he faced the charging horde, their fury shaking the cosmos. Yet he stood unshaken, a smirk on his lips, as if he alone held the heavens aloft—no, as if he was the heavens.
Ronnie's blood boiled, an inexplicable rage surging within him. For reasons he couldn't fathom, he felt bound to this figure, yearning to fight beside him. As the forces collided, a cataclysmic explosion erupted, its blinding light forcing Ronnie's eyes shut.
Moments later, he blinked awake, back in the inn, the familiar creak of the floor grounding him. Kitty slept on, her soft breaths a stark contrast to the chaos he'd seen. Sweat drenched his body, a shiver running through him as the vision lingered. "What was that?" he whispered, his voice raw.
A new System window flashed:
[Congratulations! You have awakened the Guardian King class.]
In that moment, Ronnie felt his body transform. He grew taller, his frame more muscular, his features sharper—a chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, an aura of regal authority radiating from him. He was undeniably handsome now, a noble-like presence that could captivate with a glance. Catching his reflection in a cracked mirror, he barely recognized himself, as if he'd stepped into another's skin, far from the Edward guise.
He felt a latent power in his transformed body, its nature still unclear. "Open," he said, his voice ringing with excitement, eager to see his new stats.
[User: Ronnie Silver]
[Ability: The Revealer (Iron Rank)]
[Class: The Revealer (Divine Rank - Locked), Guardian King (Divine Rank - Locked)]
[Skills: Mirror of Life (S), Dreamer (A), Devil's Touch (B), Stellar Eyes (C), Magic Mastery (B), Spear Mastery (B), Sword Mastery (B), Bow Mastery (B), …Other skills locked]
[Level: 3]
[Stats: Strength: 25 | Agility: 23 | Intelligence: 30 | Vitality: 25 | Mana: 68]
Ronnie's jaw dropped, his eyes nearly popping out. He'd never imagined his stats could evolve so drastically. "What the hell is this class?" he stammered. "And why can I master so many weapons?"
"Damn, can I use swords and magic together?" he muttered, half-tempted to pinch himself to check if this was real. He knew most awakened focused on one path—magic, swordsmanship, or another—because mastering multiple required an exceptional body and endless time. Those who excelled in more than one were the elite, the best in their field.
Staring at his new class, Ronnie saw horizons he'd never dared dream of. He clenched his fist, his old ambitions not abandoned but expanded, now vast enough to reshape the world.
As Ronnie awakened his second class, a radiant aura burst from his body, rippling across the world and beyond, reaching into the unknown.
In that moment, ancient eyes snapped open, stirred from eons of slumber. Every cosmic entity sought the source of this aura, sensing it as a primal threat. These beings, who had dominated worlds for millions of years, felt a flicker of fear.
"He's back," one whispered.
"Impossible," another hissed.
"The prophecy is fulfilled," a third intoned.
"Ready the legions. Scour every inch of this universe."
"This threat must be eliminated, even if it means destroying everything."
Unbeknownst to Ronnie, his existence had become a beacon of danger, his fleeting joy destined to be tested.