Chapter 36: [Class]
With a grimace of irritation, Crimson clung to the side of the mountain that Lupaken was built on. Alois had decided to bring him to his ‘special’ training ground, which so happened to be on the mountain peak. It normally wouldn’t have been much of a climb - especially for Crimson who loved the urban climbing he’d done in Falst - however, his sore muscles did not want to cooperate.
He was in good company, as Alois wasn’t much faster than he was. Glancing up, he saw that they were close. It was only a 20ft climb, extremely short for a mountain climb, even by the standards of his old world, never mind this one. Alois could’ve probably jumped to the top if he was in good health.
The climb took them twenty minutes, at about a foot a minute, Crimson felt annoyed with how pathetic that kind of pace was for him.
At the top of the climb it leveled out a bit, but still curved upwards, before finally leveling out at the peak. There was a flat patch that had been worn clear of plant life by trampling feet. Crimson looked around, and for the first time he could see behind the mountain as well. Far off in the distance, he could see a hint of blue water on the horizon. He didn’t have a sense of the scale, so he wasn’t sure if it was a lake or the ocean, but it added a lovely ribbon of blue to the view.
Alois spoke up after a few seconds to catch his breath, “Get your saber out, and take a ready stance. I don’t think you’ve seen the ready stance for [Virrak Tau], so do your best and I’ll correct it.”
Crimson slowly but smoothly took a stance with the saber the Alois had given him. He had one foot before the other, his right hand relaxed to the side, and the blade in his left pointed forward with the tip angled down. It was a stance that worked well for lunging, and the position of the sword allowed him to attack or defend as the situation called for.
Alois inspected the stance, and corrected him a bit. His sword was angled too far down, and his feet weren’t far enough apart. After a bit more nitpicking, Crimson could tell when his stance was correct. It was the sense of a puzzle piece clicking perfectly into place, and he knew he had it right.
“Good,” muttered Alois, “now I want you to imagine fighting an opponent stronger than you. Preferably not me, I’m not a good reference in my current state.”
Well, that was easy: Mars. He’d fought the bearkin almost more than another individual. The one closest to second place was Verity. Imagining Mars was easy, and he knew how he would be overwhelmed, how he’d be beaten down.
He wasn’t worried about hitting Alois - he couldn’t hurt the wolfkin even if he tried - so he closed his eyes to strengthen the mental image. He then started to fight the mental image, but lost instantly. His unresponsive muscles had horrible compatibility with the imagined version who was moving at full speed.
“You lost instantly?” Questioned Alois, “then turn down the difficulty a bit. You need to be able to rally with them. You’re not moving well right now, so just have the mental image go slower to match your pace a bit more.”
Crimson followed the instructions, having Mars slow to less than half, and he managed to block the first blow from the mental image. He kept going, continuing the rally, and as he continued to move his muscles loosened up a bit, so he sped up the fight to match his new pace.
This continued for a short time, then he stopped dead, opened his eyes, and turned to Alois, “may I have a quick moment to stretch?”
After getting permission, Crimson started to work his way through the forms of [Amzair], the body refining technique that he’d learned about a year ago. The book he had for it was incomplete, having only 6 chapters, and he was on the third. Since getting his [Class] he’d finally had the stats to finish chapter three, but chapter four still eluded him. He still couldn’t quite reach it, but he could tell that he was a bit closer as he moved through the forms. Unlike before, he could tell his issue was experience, and not stats. If he spent a long time practicing, he would be able to reach chapter four. Each chapter had significantly increased his fighting power as the style refined both balance and flexibility. The word [Amzair] was from the Dark Elf language and meant ‘Unity,’ so it was a style meant to unify the mind and body, as well as its movements.
Alois watched him curiously the entire time, and Crimson did his best to ignore the eyes burning into the side of his head. After finishing, Crimson unsheathed the [Reliable Saber] once more and restarted the fight with the imaginary Mars.
After some time passed, Alois stopped him, then began correcting his movements. Using a combination of words and demonstrations, Crimson adjusted his movements under the wolfkin’s tutelage. It didn’t take long before…
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 90/100 —> 91/100
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He silently dismissed the alert and continued working. After a time letting Crimson work on his own, Alois spoke again, “I want to you start doing something different. I want you to imagine you’re fighting an opponent like yourself. Someone with weaker stats, but who is incredibly skilled and will dig into any tiny mistake.”
With a nod, Crimson imagined Verity. She was a very [Skilled Martial Artist], and she’d had a [Martial Mastery Skill] over 50 at one point. The issue she ran into was one that most other people did: missing the point of a [Mastery Skill].
Using swords as the discussion point, most people were attempting to master a form or fighting style, not the actual weapon. The [Skill] is named very literally, and represents mastery over a specific weapon. So, when training, following a fighting style meant mastering the aspects of the weapon that the fighting style needed.
Take Crimson’s [True Adventurer’s Style], which is a refined version of the [Adventurer’s Style] - a style designed to teach adventurers how not to hit themselves when using a weapon. The original was extremely simple, to the point that achieving complete mastery over it it would only leave someone with a [Sword Mastery] somewhere between Lv.15 and Lv.20. It didn’t utilize enough of the aspects of using a sword to contribute much at all to the [Sword Mastery Skill]. Crimson’s tweaks to the style raised the bar, and completely mastering the [True Adventurer’s Style] would give a [Sword Mastery Skill] somewhere between Lv.40 and Lv.50.
A lot of the more ‘basic’ styles out there would be at least Lv.30 with perfect mastery, but a lot of adventurer’s tend to pick up habits that they add to a fighting style, changing it with time. Maybe they originally learn a style focused entirely on attack, but then adapt it to get better at parrying and defense after some time. A person like this would have a higher [Sword Mastery Skill Level] than someone who had just perfected the narrow range of the original style. This key point was lost on most people, and one of the most defining differences between Crimson and other people.
He was trying to master the sword, not a single fighting style. That was a huge reason why - despite considering his main sword a katana - he didn’t hesitate to use any other kind of sword he came across. He wasn’t trying to level [Katana Mastery], but [Sword Mastery].
It also explained why Verity was as good of a fighter as she was despite the significantly lower [Martial Mastery Level]. She had created her own style and mastered it to perfection, but perfection of that style only needed Lv.45 or so, which left her stuck until he told her to branch out. It had immediately started leveling quickly because she wasn’t very experienced with kicking, she was mastering a new aspect of [Martial Mastery], so progress came quickly.
Even yesterday, progress had occurred quickly for Crimson because he was put in a position where he was forced to utilize all aspects of [Sword Mastery] against opponents of a higher level than him, so he was both forced to perform extremely well, and forced to improve at a swift rate. His own progress had been anything but smooth because of that.
Today, fighting against mental images of skilled opponents, and working under Alois’ tutelage, Crimson pushed hard, only stopping occasionally to drink some water. He sweat it out immediately, so he fortunately didn’t need to stop to relieve himself, but his reward was that, by the end of the day…
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 91/100 —> 94/100
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He wouldn’t have been able to make this kind of progress on his own, he would’ve been fast, sure, but he probably would’ve only made it to Lv.91 if he was alone that day.
With six days left in their bet, Crimson and Alois turned to return to the den. They opted to drop down as opposed to climb down, and Crimson was forced to use healing magic to make up for some of the damage before they went to have dinner.
Sitting down at the table, Rhea walked over with the last few dishes. Crimson and Alois thanked her and Crimson performed the traditional meal greetings. Nav was exempt, as was the older man who had hid in the den yesterday, but Talis was there. The short - either dwarf or leprechaun - boy with greed burning in his eyes. Crimson still wasn’t sure what was up with that, but it was dangerous.
A short way into the meal, Rhea spoke up, “so did you two resolve what was going on?”
Alois and Crimson nodded. Hostilities had ceased, and a bargain was struck.
“Good,” she muttered.
After another moment of quiet, Alois spoke, “you should join us tomorrow, pup. I’m training the boy.”
Rhea waved dismissively, “I’ll be dead in a few years. There’s no point.”
“Please,” he said. His tone conveying more than than a thousand words.
She froze at that word, Crimson watched from the corner of his eye as a bit of meat fell off her fork while she stared at Alois. She set the fork down, then sighed, “very well then. I’ll join you.”
Crimson glanced over at Talis who was watching the situation with amusement. The greed in his eyes hadn’t left, but it was now mixed with other emotions. Maybe he was getting it under control a bit? It was possible he had some kind of [Skill] that caused him to experience that greed.
While he watched, Talis glanced over at Rhea, then started laughing at her.
She smacked him without looking, and he began to clutch his head in pain. He said, “Ow, don’t take it out on me, it’s not my fault that you’ve been so feisty this entire time! Just giving up out of nowhere was funny after all that effort.”
She just smacked him again, more gently this time from the sound that the hit made. Crimson shook his head at that, then thanked both Alois and Rhea, then retired to bed.
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Unlike yesterday, Crimson couldn’t devote the entire day to training. Nav grabbed him right as the sun peeked over the horizon and informed him that he would need to miss the morning training, ‘viskor fylaum.’ They had to move quickly to try and catch up with the two days missed.
Nav forced him to reveal that he was fluent in Kiiwolf, so he no longer needed a guide and translator for the interviews. After doing a bunch of those, someone quickly taught him their phonetic writing system, and he got to work inscribing the biggest banners of the lot with outlines congratulating ‘Tsiva’ - Rhea’s cousin and the heir apparent - on her coming of age.
The second banner was a prayer that was both double the size and double the effort. It would be burned during the ceremony to send the prayer to the gods. Once he’d finished outlining all the letters in chalk, he then moved to helping with stitching a brilliant gold colored threat over the outlined area to form the letters. The thread was reflective, so it could be seen even in the dark so long as there was a little light.
Once again, Crimson barely managed to make any progress on the sewing as the team of ten others finished entire sentences in the time it took him to stitch one letter. They were working very quickly, feeling as rushed for time as Crimson was. Once the stitching was done, the banner was spread out over a frame, and the edges of the banner hung down just above the ground. The corners were tied to stretch it taut, and chalk was left out so others could write their prayers as well.
The power of the chief represented the power of the tribe, so the prayers were very heartfelt - especially after the double dungeon break incident. Looking around, Crimson could see other crews of people repairing buildings. Some of the people Crimson had interviewed for their greetings were among those crews, and he’d had to interview one during a break.
Preparation was in full swing at a fever pitch, but Crimson’s role was officially over until the actual ceremony, which would take place the day after the bet between Crimson and Alois had ended. It would give him three days of leeway to finish up his business in Lupaken, then a week to travel back to Falst to just barely make it for the tournament sign up cutoff. It was a little too tight of a schedule, especially to keep his promise with Alois about treatment, but he didn’t have a solution. He decided to put that all off for later.
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Nav grabbed him once more, and they returned to the Den. His muscle soreness was mostly gone, so he could move around without being inhibited. That was a great thing as he sprinted up the mountain to cut down the time to get to the top.
The second he got back, he and Alois got to work. Rhea was passed out on a blanket by the training ‘ground,’ clearly exhausted after having worked out with Alois. He chuckled a bit at the sight, then he and Alois got to work.
End of Day 2:
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 94/100 —> 95/100
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End of Day 3:
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 95/100 —> 97/100
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End of Day 4:
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 97/100 —> 98/100
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End of Day 5:
No progress
End of Day 6:
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 98/100 —> 99/100
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It was the last day, and they had one level to go. Fortunately, he’d made other progress during the week:
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Intermediate Linguist] 8/10 —> 9/10
-Skill: [Footwork] 1/10 —> 6/10
-Skill: [Sword Kinship] 4/10 —> 9/10
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While the advantages of [Footwork] increasing were obvious, the advantages of [Sword Kinship] were less obvious, but more impactful. As [Sword Kinship] went up in level, Crimson got a better sense of how to actually use the sword. It was odd, but it felt almost like his [Reliable Saber] was telling him at times “that’s now how you do it” and it sped up progress significantly.
There hadn't been much progress on day five as Alois had needed to rest, and had so informed Crimson to ‘meditate with his sword’ for a while, which is when he got [Sword Kinship] from Lv.5 - which it had reached earlier in the week - to Lv.9. The amount of time he’d spent devoted to the [Reliable Saber] and trying to understand the history engraved into it had helped a lot.
His previous [585th Claymore] had a very shallow history. It was mass produced, chucked onto a shelf in a weapon shop, and Crimson bought it. That was it. The most eventful thing that happened to it was the double dungeon break that forced him to retire it. He’d still gotten one level in [Sword Kinship] off of studying it and the damage it suffered, but it couldn’t be compared to the deep history engraved into the [Reliable Saber].
For the last day, Alois made the extreme decision that it was time for him and Crimson to fight. Before they started, Alois had Crimson sit down on the ground and sat across from him.
After a few minutes of quiet when they were watching each other…
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-Skill Level Up!
-Skill: [Eyes of Will] 6/10 —>7/10
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Alois eventually broke the silence and said, “there’s something important you need to understand about me. I have a [Rizvim], and it’s not my health condition.”
Crimson tilted his head, both in surprise and confusion. Why was Alois telling him this?
“There’s a very good reason I haven’t taught you any active [Skills], the truth of the matter is that my [Rizvim] is named [Orlach], and it means that I can’t learn any active [Skills]. In exchange, the gods helped me learn many passive [Skills], and I found them much easier to level up and evolve or breakthrough. My entire strength is packed into each blow I land.”
He grimaced at the revelation, “That’s an extremely restrictive [Rizvim]. Mine only prevents me from reading my [Skill] descriptions, it’s called [Rean].”
Alois grimaced at him in return, “See, from my perspective, your [Rean] sounds worse than my [Orlach]. I get some positive benefits from mine, even if the restriction is brutal. I can’t imagine not knowing what my [Skills] do or their limitations.”
“It’s not all bad,” Crimson fired back, “because I have to experiment with my [Skills] to find out what they do, I end up getting to know them a lot better, and I can find more creative uses for them.”
Alois shook his head, “I suppose it’s a good thing the gods give us trials tailored to our circumstances.”
Crimson shrugged back.
“Regardless,” the wolfkin said, “I want to fight you with all my heart - especially because I’m lacking in certain ways as your teacher. Because I can’t teach you things that most people would expect, I’ve been focusing on my area of expertise - passive [Skills]. You’re right at the edge, all you need is one last push and you’ll join me as one of the few people in the world with a [Sword Mastery Skill] at Lv.100. As such, I have a favor to ask.
Please shake my hand, so that I might regain even a fraction of my old power.”
Crimson immediately understood why Alois was making this request with such gravity. This would be an extension of the treatment that Crimson would attempt to provide to Alois, making it an extension of the original cause of their contention. The wolfkin was making this request as earnestly as possible in the hopes that he would agree.
Not that he needed to go this far anyway, Crimson would’ve done it even if the wolfkin had asked arrogantly, though he would’ve resented Alois for it.
Crimson made a counter offer, “Let me touch your back instead.”
Alois tilted his head, “My back? Why?”
“To be closer to the source of your mana,” he said.
Hesitantly, Alois asked, “shouldn’t want to touch my head then? If you’re worried about any kind of offense that might come from touching my head, then don’t be. I’d be inviting you to touch it, you wouldn’t be petting me like a dog.”
Crimson noted that piece of culture so he wouldn’t make a mistake like that in the future.
He said, “No, the source of your mana, the [Mana Pool] is on the opposite side of your chest from your heart. If you could feel it, it would feel like you have two hearts. One for blood and the other for mana.”
Alois looked unsure, but said, “very well, then, you may touch my back. Do I need to remove my top?”
Crimson shook his head, then stood and made his way around the wolfkin to touch his back.
There was an immediate sense of rejection, like the time they’d shaken hands. It was like trying to shove two powerful magnets with the same poles together. Crimson ignored the sensation as best as he could and reached out with his mana. In a word, it was like reaching into a mire. It was dirty, disgusting, repulsive, and extremely difficult to push through it.
The entirety of Alois’s body was filled with the disgusting mana, like clotted rotting blood, and it took everything Crimson had to not run away and retch into the grass. He’d rather have his ribs broken again over touching this. Pain was much easier to manage because of his [Blessings of Trans’du’niir].
He forced himself to dig deeper, and had to forcibly grab his left hand with his right to keep it from jerking away. Even as he leaned into it, Alois held strong, though he could hear groans of pain from deep in the wolfkin’s throat.
Eventually, after an agonizing century of misery, Crimson reached Alois’s [Mana Pool]. The second he felt it, he understood why Alois couldn’t use active [Skills]. While the rest of the disgusting mana was like a mire, the layer around the mana pool was hard as stone. There were a few small holes punctured in at various places around the pool - places where the [Blessing of the Gods] was attached, and they were extremely thin.
To compare them, for Crimson, it felt like there were massive stakes driven into his [Mana Pool] where the [Blessing] attached. It wasn’t painful, but it needed a strong connection. For Alois, they were pinpricks, thin as a spider’s web. Of course, the [Blessing] being what it was, he couldn’t affect it, but he could touch it and see where it led. It was like the spots where the [Blessing] connected were small flashlights in a dark fog. Providing just enough light to see.
Gritting his teeth, he decided to try drilling through the layer of hardened mana around the pool. Rather than grabbing a spot in the center, he went right up to one of the [Blessing] connections and did his best to drill in right next to it. He had no idea how long he stood there, but Alois’s pained groans turned to dog-like whimpering, and he punctured a tiny hole into the layer, just enough to feel the pure mana on the other side, before he finally couldn’t take it any more.
Wrenching his hand away from Alois’s back. He crumpled in a sweaty heap on the ground, and gasped for breath. Alois also slumped to the ground, and finally stopped whimpering. His ears were firmly pinned back and the hair on his tail was standing on end. Crimson thought he might’ve knelt on it at some time during the process, so he’d need to apologize for that.
Alois recovered faster than Crimson and went from laying down to standing in a flicker of motion that was faster than Crimson could see. He’d always felt powerful to Crimson, but the stark difference was so monumental that he felt oppressed just by being near him. It was very close to the feeling he got from Mars when he was being serious.
Crimson finished catching his breath, then silently stood and unsheathed [Reliable Saber], before taking a stance.
Alois stretched then pulled a saber out of his [Inventory], then took the same stance as Crimson.
There was a long moment of dead silence, and then Crimson understood what Alois had been talking about when he said that passive [Skills] were where all of his power lay.
There were three blows coming at Crimson at once, the only reason he could see that much was how high his perception was. One of the blows was a feint, so he ignored it, and used perfect form to deflect the second, the last he was forced to dodge as it came from a swift kick toward his legs.
It didn’t end, there was no pause as Alois began a long combo on him. It was clear the wolfkin had limited his stats down to Crimson’s level - he’d even asked about their rough values during day 3’s training - and all this force, all this ferocity, this tirade of blows came entirely from technique, and from [Skills].
Crimson saw for the first time someone who embodied the type of warrior he wanted to become: someone who could bridge the gap in strength with [Skill].
Of course, Crimson knew the fighting style Alois was using. He’d nearly mastered it, and understood the philosophies very well. Even being at the receiving end of ‘being bit to death by a pack of wolves’ like the meaning of [Viraak Tau] conveyed wasn’t as shocking as it would’ve been if he faced the style without preparation.
Knowing all that, he couldn’t just remain on the back foot, so it became a fight, one pack against another as Crimson embodied every inch of what the style represented. Alois was still more experienced, so he couldn’t turn the tides, but they were evenly matched.
The stalemate lasted for a time, in a fight, time loses all meaning leaving behind only adrenaline, so Crimson couldn’t say how long it lasted. They both made attempts to break the stalemate, but what they’d done only further extended it.
He eventually realized that to overcome Alois, he would have to change how he fought. What if, instead of a pack of wolves overwhelming an opponent, he fought more like a lone wolf? In a pack, the wolves were able to cover for each other, mistakes were easier to deal with, and they could still get the prey even if one of them couldn’t play their part. However, a lone wolf had no such second chances. Alone, even some kinds of prey could kill a wolf. That left no mistakes, they had to look for the perfect opportunity. Hid themselves, then strike.
With a deep, though ragged, breath, Crimson started analyzing their fight through that new lens. They still clashed, but he had adjusted to Alois’ rhythm, allowing him to think about what opportunities he could create and how he would exploit them.
Watching, he waited, and in a moment that Alois knew he would step back, he stepped forward instead, too close for the wolfkin and thrust his saber up to Alois’s throat.
They didn’t move for a few seconds, then Crimson muttered, “A tie, huh?”
While Crimson had been too close for Alois’s sword to reach him, the wolfkin did have claws on his non-sword hand, and when Crimson had stepped in to thrust, so too did Alois thrust at him with his claws. Crimson knew the blow was coming and had attempted to block it, but failed.
Alois had held back, but Crimson still had five small, bloody points from the wolfkin’s claws. Two on the palm he had attempted to block with, and three right over his heart. It was getting blood on his shirt, which would be hard to get out without his usual laundry setup.
Alois grunted, “Good, you’ve reached it.”
Glancing, Crimson saw he was right…
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-Skill: Level Up!
-Skill: [Sword Mastery] 99/100 —> 100/100 (Max)
-Reward: [Skill]
-Skill: [Footwork] 6/10 —> 8/10
-Skill: [Sword Kinship] 9/10 —> 10/10 (Max)
-Reward: 5 INT, 5 WIS
-Skill: [System Instincts: Skill Peak] 5/10 —> 10/10
-Reward: [Skill Unlock]
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Glancing up from his [Blessing], Alois looked him in the eye, and said, “I’m extremely proud to see you do this. I…” he shook his head, “Never mind, I’ll leave you here to finish the process.”
Turning, the wolfkin left, and Crimson turned his attention back to his [Blessing] to catch the other alerts.
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-Admin: Congratulations.
-Admin Melia: You’ve done well.
-Admin Riskter: Want a job?
-Admin Love: I’m really proud of you!
-Admin Art: Yes, yes, good job. Stop creating more work for us!
-Admin Darkness: Admin Truth and I have been very happy to watch your progress.
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Crimson was surprised and confused to see so many admin messages. ‘Admin’ on its own was Raften. Melia was the Goddess of Wisdom, and formerly the only one of the nine gods who’s name he knew, but Riskter was new, and he instinctively knew it was the God of War. Love, Art, Darkness, and Truth were the attributes that those gods ruled over, so that meant that their names were censored since he couldn’t remember them.
He had figured they wouldn’t get so directly involved, but he should probably take it as a good sign.
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-[Sword Mastery] has been maxed out.
-Loading…
-Generating Questions for [Skill] generation…
-Admin redacted override.
-Generation delayed.
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Crimson felt a moment of surprise, then irritation, then he calmed right down again. Typically interference like this meant good things, no point in getting up in arms about being denied a [Skill] here. Besides, it said ‘delayed’ not cancelled.
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-Skill: [System Instincts: Skill Peak] has been maxed out.
-Conditions met.
-Skill: [Class Peak] has been unlocked within the [Skill Set: System Instincts]
-Admin override.
-Notice: All other alerts have been paused until after [Class] acquisition.
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Crimson did get a new [Skill], but it wasn’t what he was expecting. It was part of the [Skill Set System Instincts], and the first [Skill], [Skill Peak] hadn’t exactly been very useful up to this point. It pretty much told him how far away a [Skill] was from being able to breakthrough or evolve. Like, he could tell that it would take quite a bit before [Intermediate Linguist] would generate a quest for him to evolve or break it through. He could tell that [Sword Kinship] was even further away, and he could tell that [Skill Peak] wouldn’t progress until he’d unlocked all the [Skills] in the [Skill Set].
It wasn’t currently extremely useful, however, [Class Peak] was practically screaming at him. He knew instinctively, beyond all forms of certainty that he was ready to get a [Class]. He could further tell that it would be a powerful one.
Speaking of which, it was time.
He had spent a year waiting, dreaming of the day he’d get a [Class]. He’d constantly been built up to believe that a [Class] would change everything. Just looking at how he was treated just for not having one, it was obvious that it would be a game changer.
So, no more dilly dallying, time to open the [Class] menu:
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-Loading [Classes]
-Admin override, [Classes] the user can pick have been restricted.
-Displaying Recommended [Classes]:
[Swordsman], [Samurai], [Weapon Meister], [Duelist]
-All other [Class] options have been hidden.
-Admin: this is temporary to speed up the data processing. It would take forever to calculate all the [Classes] you qualify for. You’ll have more options for your [Sub Classes]
-[Swordsman] has been selected.
-Setting [Swordsman] as primary [Class].
-Calculating…
-Error
-Error
-Error
-Data has exceeded expected bounds. Escalating to admin.
-Admin override, [Class Grade] has been forcibly elevated.
-Calculating…
-Error
-Error
-Data has exceeded expected bounds. Escalating to admin.
-Admin override, [Class Grade] has been forcibly elevated.
-Calculating…
-User has exceeded requirements for [Hidden Grade]
-Progress to next grade?
-Y
-Calculating…
-Calculating…
-Admin override.
-Admin Melia override.
-Admin Riskter override.
-Admin Love override.
-Admin Death override.
-Admin Art override.
-Admin Truth override.
-Admin Darkness override.
-Admin Nature override.
-Admin Magic override.
-Administrators are analyzing your data…
-Waiting…
-Waiting…
-Waiting…
-[Class Grade] has been set.
-[Class] has been graded as [Exceed Grade].
-[Swordsman] not sufficient to meet [Exceed Grade].
-Adapting…
-10 Administrator override.
-Data from user has been allocated.
-[Class] complete.
-Setting [Class: Sword Savant]
-Displaying Class:
-Name: Sword Savant
-Tier: Basic
-Grade: Exceed
-Description: NA
-Level Rewards: 250HP, 4 STR, 4 AGI, 2 CON, 2 VIT, 1 WIL, 1 PER
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His [Class] was called [Sword Savant]…and it wasn’t [High] grade like he hoped, it was [Exceed] grade. It had both exceeded the god’s expectations and his own.