The morning light broke through the trees like a promise, filling the air with quiet anticipation. Today was Jaxon’s 21st birthday the day he would finally awaken his profession. For as long as he could remember, he had dreamed of this moment, of standing before the altar in the Professions Awakening Building, and stepping into the ranks of the Monster Hunters. It was the only way to make a name for himself in a world dominated by power.
His heart pounded as he entered the towering building, its halls filled with others his age, all buzzing with excitement. This was their moment, the one day that would decide their futures. Whispers filled the air some people muttered about which profession they hoped to awaken: Warrior, Mage, Beast Tamer. Powerhouses. Jaxon’s fingers twitched at his side. He had spent years imagining himself slaying monsters on the becoming the kind of hero legends spoke of.
He shuffled forward in line, feeling the weight of the moment bearing down on him. With each step, the nerves in his stomach twisted tighter. But this was it finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Jaxon stepped onto the glowing altar. The magic beneath his feet hummed to life, wrapping him in a bright, blinding light. The entire room held its breath.
The light faded, and there, hovering above him, was his destiny: Trap God.
Laughter erupted around him, cutting through the silence like a knife. Jaxon clenched his fists as he heard the whispers snickers and sarcastic remarks aimed at him. The woman overseeing the awakening couldn’t hide the smirk on her face. “Trap God? Really?” someone jeered from the back of the room.
It was a profession no one respected. Weak. Useless. After all, any basic detection scroll available in every town could reveal all traps, rendering them pointless in battle. Guild recruiters, who had been eyeing his awakening with interest, quickly turned away, uninterested. Jaxon was already forgotten.
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But Jaxon wasn’t discouraged. In fact, he felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. While the others sneered, he stood there, eyes steady. The truth was, he had always admired the Trap God profession, even with its glaring flaw. It fit him perfectly a person who preferred to fight from the shadows, who didn’t thrive in direct confrontations. He was never the reckless type anyway.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced at his stats, the thing that would determine how strong he truly was. His heart skipped a beat.
Talent: Unseen – This talent allows no one to detect your traps unless you want them to.
His pulse quickened, excitement bubbling in his chest. Unseen. No one could detect his traps not even with the most advanced scrolls. The weakness everyone ridiculed no longer applied to him. The mocking voices faded into the background as a grin crept onto his face.
The woman who had laughed at him moments before glanced at him lazily. “What’s your talent?” she asked, her tone indifferent.
“Who cares?” Jaxon muttered under his breath, not bothering to answer her. He knew better than to reveal his secret. Talents were power, and power revealed too soon could be exploited.
Ignoring the people who had mocked him, Jaxon left the building, walking with a spring in his step. He couldn’t wait to get home and fully dive into what his profession could do. When he finally reached his small room, he brought up his stats screen.
Name: Jaxon
Profession: Trap God
Level: 0
Traps:
Bear Trap (Level 0): Deploys a hidden trap that snaps shut, immobilizing the target and causing heavy damage
The simple screen was enough to ignite a fire in him. His traps would evolve as he did, and with Unseen, no one would see them coming. They could laugh all they wanted now, but Jaxon knew something they didn’t: a trap is only useless when it’s detected. And in his hands, they would never be.
Let them laugh for now, he thought. They won’t be laughing for long.