Everything was normal, and the two were casually talking, when suddenly Trebor started to feel faint.

"Yo, dude. I think I need to lie down. I'm (*Yawn*), feeling a bit tired."

It was as easy as that: the largest defender was down and out. Seth dragged the man into a roadside bush and disposed of the empty potion flask. He then moved to a nearby park.

The interesting about this park was that it was the resting ground of one of the Elders of The Abyssal Sect, so the response was going to be quick and violent for those suspected. So, Seth set light to a bush in the park and planted a few spare matchboxes on a few decently levelled people, he guessed based on age, and then he sprinted to the storeroom where Steph and the shadow unit man were.

The two were in the middle of a duel when Seth busted through the door.

"Quick, you guys! There's a massive fight in the local park and there's even been a fire!"

Steph was immediately convinced and jumped at the opportunity. Sadly, the shadow guard needed more, Thinking quickly Seth turned and made himself look like he was about to leave when he seemed to have come to a realisation.

"Yo, Shadow dude if you serious about that recommendation I could stay here and guard whilst you could go and level off that fight."

Now the man looked extremely tempted and after a couple of tense seconds, he gave in and ran out.

"Thanks, dude I owe you that recommendation letter, now I'm going to go and level."

Finally, the storeroom was empty, and Seth ran into the caravan's carriages. He grabbed the chests and put them in his own carriage parked out front.

Time ticked by and chests went from carriage to carriage. Seth knew he had limited time, so he only emptied 2 of the 4 carriages before his sand timer ran out.

He jumped on the carriage and moved it down the block where he stored the loot and returned with the fake boxes in the carriage.

Once he returned, he placed the fake boxes in the correct places and went back to looking bored.

10 minutes went by, and Seth was starting to regret that he only did one trip when the two returned and Seth jumped down the talk to the two of them.

"So, how did it go?"

Steph looked rather annoyed, and she said "I only got to fight one person during the brawl, and I didn't even kill him, he only lost an arm. Stubborn bastard!"

Okay, Seth was rather shocked at such an answer. He was expecting a fight to take place but not one of that severity. He turned to the shadow man, "What about you? Was it worth the recommendation you're about to write me?"

The man sighed in regret. "Not really. I only got to fight once, and it was so easy to kill the guy that I didn't even level."

Shock, horror. It seemed Seth underestimated people's drive to level. `Was the world this bad?` Seth's mind was rife with thoughts, the fact that someone could send someone to death that easily was madness.

Luckily Steph looked fairly shocked and rectified things, "Wow you actually killed someone, good for you! What did you do to not get in trouble with The Order?"

`Are these guys... insane? The fact that people are ready to kill other humans for a better levelling speed is wacko. They do know they die right? I guess anything for power, right?` Seth was going through a bit of realisation about this world whilst the shadow man was explaining his ruthlessness.

"Nah, I don't even technically exist and like I said, the guy was a weakling anyway. So who will care?"

Steph seemed happy with the answer, though mildly annoyed at herself that she did not think about such an opportunity herself. In her thoughts, she asked a question to Seth, "Where is Trebor by the way, I thought he had joined the fight when you showed up, but I didn't see him?"

Seth didn't prep for this question, so he rapidly thought of a decent answer, "He didn't want to join in on all that fighting, said it was too manic for him and so he continued patrolling. Speaking off I'm going to go join him before he gets too lonely."

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The heist was pretty much complete now, Seth just needed to wake up Trebor and act like nothing happened, so he walked up to the bush he was dumped in and took him back to the patrolling route. Then he woke the man up with a bit of cold water and his eyes flurried open.

"What happened?" he said, groggily.

Seth replied with a calming voice, "You must have had an allergic reaction or something because one moment you were here the next, you were out for the count."

This was where his final last used object came into display. The rash-giving leaves!

Before Trebor had time to question Seth's answer he was attacked by the desperate need to scratch his arms and back. He moved like a fish on land to try and rub his back properly, but he couldn't get it.

Luckily, the sound of an angel came to save his poor soul. "Yo dude you alright. You're not having a fit or something, otherwise, I'll have to get a medic classer over here and we both know we can't afford that."

"Nah, (Scratches his arm), please man can you scratch my back? Ah, yeah that's the spot."

Once those had settled down, they both went back to patrolling. Seth told Trebor about the riot and that he had `covered` for him back in the storeroom and like that Seth had completely finished his robbery.

No suspicion, and after he was paid for his protection, a clean getaway. He moved the chests to his hideout and by morning he was ready to start opening them.

In his sewer storeroom, Seth loomed over 12 chests, each perfectly identical rank 4 chests that were spatially enhanced so they could carry more content. Most would end up being goods that Seth had no need of stuff like spices and the sort. What he wanted was cold, hard cash.

The protection on each was pretty abysmal, but to be fair they did hire other sorts of protection to make up for easy locking mechanisms.

So, sat over the glittery golden chest, Seth's blue eyes and wonderous hands started to unlock the first chest. Tick, tick, tick the picking continued until the lock fell and the lid swung open.

It was ranked fruit. They were okay, Seth could eat them to expand his magic control, or he could always sell them at his guild for some contribution points, but looking over the wide selection of fruits, none were over rank 3 so they were all somewhat inexpensive. As a group though they would go for a decent amount of around the 80 or 90 silver, though Seth was no expert.

The next chest held silverware from a nearby town. Those were valuable as they were speciality items and likely highly ranked, but Seth had nobody to sell them to, so he chucked them to one side.

Then it was a round of similar but useless things: Matchsticks, clothing, and then salt. A lot of salt. Like 8 chests were purely sea salt, Seth knew the stuff was good for trade but that was ludicrous.

Seth now had 2 chests left and he was swearing that if he saw more salty chests, he was the one that was going to be salty. The tick, tick, tick, went by again and chest number 11 opened wide for the world to see.

Skill books: Now when Seth saw these things, he practically cried in joy. These things were valuable and to have 6 you were pretty set for life. The value of these was at least in gold coins. He would look at them more later, he had no space for any of them now and he was not that poor.

Maybe chest 12 could be the cherry on top. Whilst Seth was praying for the bright beam of the gold coin what he got was the shallow reflection of bronze coins. Seth would have chosen a different chest if he knew he was lugging around a chest of bronze, he thought, because of the weight, that it must have been gold.

He got their change chest. It was good, he guessed, There were probably a couple silvers worth in there, but nobody could be bothered to lug the hundreds of bronze to a conversion area, they were better off just spending it. So, Seth kept those as pocket changes.

The results were satisfactory, he was a bit salty about the salt but the Skill books more than made up for it.

Now Seth believed that today was another day of class.

"Wait, what time is it?" Seth got up and ran outside of his house to look at the sun. It was midday!

"Crap!" He was late!

Seth ran like the wind to the proper hideout and trudging along the dirt highways, he made the journey in record time. Breathing like an asthmatic, he practically crawled into the classroom.

"Good to see you, Seth. Seems you have not abandoned this class yet. Now get up from the floor and get back to your seat, after all, you have to catch up!"

`Why could things not go a bit easier?` Seth cursed to the heavens.

"In our Kingdom of Historia, we are ruled by a royal family. Now does anyone know what that family is called?" A tricky question, but was it caught?

"Isn't it the Historia family?" Said the nerd, perfectly catching the tricky question, though his doubting himself spoke numbers to his insecurity.

Seth caught onto this through his wavey vision as his eyelids struggled against the darkness.

"Now everyone should know that the Ruler class is non-existent and instead when you gain a title it gets added to your class. For instance, our Branch Manager, Sir Leonards Class is a Knighted Murderous Butler. The knight comes from the fact that in the Country Of Historia, he is registered as a Knight.

Know that your status is only a reflection of your inner soul, and image is part of what makes us human: although that is a hotly debated topic for scholars far above my level."

Seth was mildly interested in this kind of thing, he wondered if he could steal the image, or perhaps steal the experience itself. Whatever it was he was far from such a level, but he would get there one day: that was his pride and ambition.

Once the class ended, Seth wanted to start something that he was going to continue until the day he died. He wanted to build an organisation. You would think that was against the rules of the Deck Of Madness, but surprisingly they were completely okay with it.

They just wanted their members as strong as possible, and more importantly, as influential as possible to change the status of Evil classers. Luckily for Seth, strength and influence came hand in hand, so he didn't have to bother maintaining a public image, he just needed to get strong and that was easy: in theory at least.

Seth went out to start scouting out some potential members. He wanted morally ambiguous, high-potential, decently classed people who could help with his robberies.

His first destination: the circus.