Temporal Soulweaver Class (Mythic):

A Temporal Soulweaver is an incredibly rare Mythic class of versatile mage that focuses on soul, time, and summoning magic. They can be a long-range fighter, a close-range fighter, or a mix of both, and they wield a scythe-staff in battle—a hybrid, melee/magical weapon. They can wear any armour they wish and have the ability to imbue Spirit Energy into their equipment to strengthen its qualities—though this lasts for a limited time.

Temporal Soulweavers have the ability to harvest the souls of those they slay and can call upon those souls in moments of need. They also have the ability to call upon spirits from the Otherworld.

Temporal Soulweavers also have the ability to manipulate time in powerful and unique ways. They can freeze a moment in time almost forever. The strongest Temporal Soulweavers are able to alter the flow of history.

Attributes per level: +75 Strength, +75 Toughness, +100 speed, +100 Intelligence, +100 Willpower, +100 Spirit, +250 free stat points.

Xavier’s eyes widened as he read through the description.

Temporal Soulweaver… it combined three of the powerful paths that Xavier walked—that of soul/reaping magic, summoning from the spirits from the Otherworld, and even time magic, and the number of attributes it offered was absolutely incredible.

It was hard to believe he would be able to gain that many attributes every time he levelled up. This was the most versatile class choice that he’d ever had. Though, he had to keep in mind that there were some things it didn’t strictly mention.

Xavier had changed drastically recently. The bestial part of him that made him into an effective, unarmed melee fighter wasn’t something he wished to leave behind. He didn’t think he’d be where he was right now if he didn’t have that aspect of him.

And now that he had activated his Racial Shift when advancing from E Grade to D Grade, changing his race from that of an Altered Human to that of a Dragonkin… he felt as though he might need a class that could speak to that.

At least my soul bound weapon will be versatile enough to be used as a scythe-staff, and imbued directly into my bones when fighting unarmed…

That was something he couldn’t wait to get the hang of using. The moment he chose his class, he wished to get out there and train with both the new class, and the Lost Bone of a Dead God.

I feel like I should come up with a better name for that weapon—something I can nickname it…

Xavier tilted his head from one side to the other, still staring at the class description for Temporal Soulweaver. This class was amazing. Mythic. It was… almost perfect.

Almost.

It made him even more excited to look at the final class he had to choose from. The class name was the most unique one he’d ever encountered, and it had instantly piqued his interest when he’d seen it.

Xavier rubbed his hands together and selected the class to gain more information.

Wayfarer of the Infinite Path Class (Mythic):

The Wayfarer line of classes is one that opens possibilities. It is often a class that allows the user to walk multiple paths of power, meaning the Denizen is less restricted in what they are able to choose to do.

The Wayfarer of the Infinite Path is one of the most sought-after class choices for the Wayfarer line, as it gives the user infinite choice. The Denizen who chooses this class can walk any path to power they wish. They will not be restricted in any way—they can wear whatever armour they wish, they can wield whatever weapon they wish. They will not lose spells or skills when choosing this path.

However, the Wayfarer of the Infinite Path is not a class for the faint of heart. It requires someone willing to take risks. There are no guides to mastering this class, and as no skills or spells are restricted from being learnt, it can often create a mismatch of skillsets and spellsets that do not meld well together.

Choose this class if you wish to make your own way in the Greater Universe.

Attributes per level: +800 free stat points.

Xavier blinked. He read over the description several times in quick succession. He felt as though he was missing something. Nowhere did the class even hint at what skills and spells he might be able to gain should he choose it. It mentioned no specialties whatsoever.

What it did offer, however, was freedom. A freedom that felt daunting.

No spells will be restricted, no weapons, nothing…

He could walk down any path of power he wished. While that sounded fantastic, it also sounded rather daunting. How was he supposed to know which path would be the best one for him?

It wouldn’t be accurate to say that Xavier had chosen his current path. Yes, he had picked the Soul Reaper class. And yes, he had chosen Otherworldly Reaper, too. And back at the start, he had chosen to be a Mage. But there were things that had happened to him without him ever realising they would.

He had stumbled upon Assimilate Properties when he’d reached an attribute threshold after being pin-cushioned with a bunch of arrows. Gaining that skill had been pure chance. He also hadn’t known he would gain the Willpower Infusion spell. That had come out of nowhere for him when he’d gained a new core—the same was true of his Time Alteration spell. He hadn’t sought that out, it had simply been presented to him.

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This class would mean he would have to take a more active role in shaping his class. He had so many different specialities, he wasn’t even sure where he could take it next.

Maybe I don’t need to know that. Maybe I just need to hone the arsenal that I already have. I’m powerful enough as it is—all I need to do is master the paths I’m already on.

It sounded simple enough.

Looking at the class description, it did make him wonder how he was supposed to learn new skills and spells, especially if his class wasn’t going to offer them to him.

But despite all that, Xavier found himself grinning. This was the class that had the most possibilities. It was the one that would take him on the greatest adventure.

And that was something he wanted.

This class offers eight hundred attributes per level!

That felt kind of insane, but looking at the other Mythic class, Temporal Soulweaver, he realised it offered the exact same number of points. It just felt like a lot more because they were all free stats. He would have to choose where to allocate each and every one of those attribute points. Something that felt at once daunting and liberating.

If he were honest with himself, he’d known from the moment he’d first read the description that this would be the class for him. He didn’t want to choose a narrow path. He didn’t want to master one thing.

He wanted to master several.

Xavier selected the class.

Are you sure you wish to choose WAYFARER OF THE INTINITE PATH (MYTHIC) as your class?

One cannot walk backward on the path.

Xavier smiled once more. Usually, when he made a class choice such as this one, it would come up with a notification warning him that he might lose some spells or skills that weren’t compatible with the new class.

So far, that hadn’t turned out to be a huge issue, but he knew that this time it would have. If he’d chosen Temporal Soulweaver, he likely would have lost his Unarmed Combat skill, along with other skills associated with his bestial fighting.

There was no such warning for this class.

Without hesitation, Xavier willed his answer: Yes, I’m sure.

Class selection complete.

Evaluating Class Upgrade of Denizen XAVIER COLLINS from OTHERWORLDY REAPER (LEGENDARY) to WAYFARER OF THE INTINITE PATH (MYTHIC).

Checking compatibility of spells:

All spells deemed as compatible.

Checking compatibility of skills.

All skills deemed as compatible.

Class Upgrade Evaluation Complete.

Commencing Class Upgrade!

Xavier knew what was coming next. Pain. Immense pain. The first time he’d experienced it, it had rendered him unconscious. The second time, he had taken it well, but it had still been a terrible experience.

Xavier sat on a chair as the change happened. He curled his fingers into a fist and took the pain as it came. It hit him in one giant wave. His body wanted to shudder. His throat wanted to scream. His back wanted to spasm.

He did not allow any of it. He didn’t even close his eyes.

Instead, he simply sat and waited until the pain was gone. When it was over, he released a breath.

A notification appeared in his vision

Congratulations, XAVIER COLLINS! You have upgraded your class from OTHERWORLDY REAPER (LEGENDARY) to WAYFARER OF THE INTINITE PATH (MYTHIC).

You have 0 Spell Upgrades and 0 Skill Transfers pending.

You have gained 2 Spell Credits.

You have gained 5 Skill Points.

Choose wisely.

Xavier stood and stretched his arms up over his head. For a moment, he felt a little bit disappointed.

Rhaalir, are you here?

The elf-spirit appeared in an instant. In the flesh. The elf looked down at his transparent body and sighed. Well, in a manner of speaking. He stepped forward. You have chosen your class?

Xavier knew the question was a formality. The spirit had access to his status screen. That was part of their deal. He was able to see everything about Xavier that Xavier could see about himself.

Still, it was nicer when he asked.

I did. I’m curious, how many spells does one usually gain when becoming D Grade? Xavier asked.

The last time he’d chosen a new class he’d gained four new spells. This time, he hadn’t gained any, though he had been given two Spell Credits, which was something he’d never encountered before.

He assumed that meant that he would somehow be able to choose his own spells, which made sense for a class like Wayfarer of the Infinite Path.

That depends on whether they lost any spells in the transfer. If not, perhaps two. Perhaps more. It also depends on whether it is a spell-heavy class. Some are not.

Xavier frowned. Why so few? That wasn’t the case for other advancements and class selections.

A Denizen advancing to D Grade is already established in their class. They often already have a great manner of spells. Besides, this is not the only way one gains spells. Spell Quests often become open to people when they have chosen a new class. Perhaps that will happen to you soon. The elf tilted his head to the side. What class did you end up choosing, anyway? His eyes glazed over, then widened. Wayfarer of the Infinite Path… Gods, Xavier, you chose that?

Xavier supposed he could have consulted the elf before choosing his class. The man was there to guide him, after all. But he’d wanted to make the decision on his own.

Now, considering the elf’s seemingly negative reaction, he wondered if he’d indeed made the right decision…

But he only wondered that for fraction of a second. He knew he’d made the choice that made the most sense for him. Besides, he wasn’t about to start regretting his decisions. That way lay madness.

Xavier frowned. Do you not approve, elf?

It wouldn’t be the first time the elf had shown disdain for a choice Xavier had made, though he’d thought they’d come a long way from that.

Rhaalir blinked at him. It’s not that I don’t approve… human. It’s just not what I would have expected. A Mythic class… I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of someone D Grade being able to choose a Mythic class at all, let alone the one you have. The Infinite Path… it’s so rare it’s almost unheard of.

If it’s so rare, how did you hear about it?

The ghost laughed. I know a great many things, Xavier Collins. I know things from multiple universes. I have lived for millions of years in the Otherworld alone, whereas you have been alive for what amounts to a blink of an eye. I have been summoned by beings so powerful they would be able to squash you like a bug, even as you are now. Right now, you are nothing compared with the most powerful beings that are out there, in this universe and others. You are a marvel, Xavier Collins, but you…

The elf trailed off, then narrowed his eyes at Xavier. Why do you have wings? His eyes glazed for a second time. Your race… Dragonkin… and your class. The elf sighed. I have no idea what to do with you.

You still haven’t mentioned where you learnt about the class.

Rhaalir inclined his head. He looked down, then sat himself cross-legged on the cave ground.

There are myths, whispered in quiet, faraway places. Places I’ve only heard about in stories, of a time before the System…