You have reached level 15 out of 15. Your class is ready to be upgraded.

Please choose one of the following:

Gargoyle Craftsman [B+ rank]:

As a Gargoyle craftsmen apprentice, the class upgrade, gargoyle craftsman [B+ rank] is available:

The gargoyle craftsman is able to craft mighty gargoyles able to overpower non-warrior level 1 class holders. These gargoyles are also able to receive more complex commands and communicate at a higher level.

Magic Gargoyle Craftsmen [A- rank]

With a mana capacity of 20, the class upgrade magic gargoyle craftsmen [A rank] is available:

The magic gargoyle craftsman has the same skills as a gargoyle craftsman, but with the additional powers to be able to magically enhance the abilities of his gargoyles and permits them to communicate with the use of mana.

…Error…

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You have not used any of your craftsmen skill nor have you gained any craftsmen-related achievements.

Analyzing achievements and level up progression…

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All achievements are warrior-related achievements…

Possible wrong class attribution.

Do you wish to become a warrior?

Wow. That’s all I could say. In an instant, the entirety of the darkness behind my lids lit up in a bright white text. I could no longer feel my body.

The heat of the burning village, the smell of burnt meat, the breeze of the night, none. It was as if I had been transported into another world. One where I was the only inhabitant.

Slowly reading the notifications, my heart eased when reading the final line. I had done it. It all wasn’t in vain. God was good.

“Yes, I want to become a warrior,” I proclaimed to the void.

You have accepted the class change.

You are to upgrade to a warrior class; your class upgrade options have changed:

Solid Warrior [C- rank]

The Solid Warrior harnesses the power of gargoyles to increase its strength, agility, and endurance.

Unmoving Pillar [B- rank]

The warrior class, Unmoving Pillar lets its holder absorb the aspect of the gargoyles they control. This increases their stats in accordance to the strength of the gargoyles.

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None of these options looked any good. Perhaps they would make me stronger as they were warrior classes, but seeing as their ranks were well below those offered to me as a craftsman, I wouldn’t pick them.

Knowing what the duke wanted, these would be a waste of his, and my time. A quiet life in a village as an artisan would be better.

However, below these two options remained two more.

These…looked special. Well, perhaps because they were.

As you hold the title, Leader of Gargoyles, a unique title, the following two classes have been made available:

Gargoyle Lord [A rank]

The gargoyle lord is one who by blood and fame controls all gargoyles under his domain. You must just be careful and know that like humans, gargoyles rather be led by one of their own.

Gargoyle Prince [S rank]

All races deserve to be led by one of their own, even the artificially created. Gargoyles have for too long been stuck to stare out at empty plains guarding men with empty hearts. The gargoyle prince is the one prophesied in the rock which makes their hearts fly.

The gargoyle prince must prove his worth and accent to the title of King.

The choice was evident. Gargoyle Prince. An S rank class; with this I could get what I’ve always wanted…

…Warning…

What was it this time?

The following class will permute your body

And what did that mean?

You will no longer be human.

--Not a human?

Yes, a gargoyle.

I would become a gargoyle? That… I didn’t know what to think of that. I would become a gargoyle, but I’d have an S rank class. There were only so many of those. Perhaps each king had three to five S rank class holders themselves included.

I wanted that kind of power, I needed it.

If it meant no longer being human, then so what? I would have enough strength to be treated like a king.

I accept regardless, I choose the Gargoyle Prince as my class upgrade.

You have chosen the class, Gargoyle Prince [S rank]

You have gained the abilities.

Flight [A rank]

Silent Breath [B rank]

Night Vision [C rank]

Harden [C rank]

Screech [D rank]

Gargoyle Speech [Racial trait]

You have lost the abilities:

Dextrous Hands [F rank]

The following skill has been upgraded:

Absolute control [B --> S rank] (There can only be one monarch)

The following titles have been upgraded:

Leader of Gargoyles --> The Grey Prince

You have gained a title:

Monarch: For becoming a monarch, you have increased charisma when interacting with any conscious beings.

Status

Gargoyle Prince (Level 2 class)

Level 1/30

Vitality: 20/20 --> 50/50

Strength: 16/16 --> 50/50

Endurance: 18/18 --> 100/100

Dexterity: 12/12 --> 11/11

Mana: 20/20 --> 50/50

Abilities:

Absolute order (S rank)

Flight [A rank]

Silent Breath [B rank]

Extensive gargoyle detection (B rank)

Control delegation (C Rank)

Night Vision [C rank]

Harden [C rank]

Screech [D rank]

Gargoyle Speech [Racial trait]

Additional information:

Gargoyles: All

Titles: [The Grey Prince], [Monarch]

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the stat points of an S-ranked class holder. I even had a trait with 100 points. Not to mention I was still level one, reaching level thirty would let me add an extra 60 points. That was nearly more than the combined total number of points I previously had.

Dismissing the notifications, I took a deep breath; would the wind smell sweeter when you were made of rocks?

It…didn’t. It didn’t smell like anything—Worried my sight might also fail me, I opened my eyes. But no, the same fires still burned. It had even grown and spread to the surrounding forest.

Hell fire; yet I did not feel nor smell it. Perhaps I could no longer taste either, but that was for another time. At least I could still see and hear the trees cracking under the flames of my creation. But didn't the girl say that the gargoyles would stop the spread of cinder? Well, legends were just legends.

Looking down, my skin was no more, it was now grey rock. Slapping my hands together, the dull echo of rocks reverberated. I was truly made of rocks.

But what interested me most was flight.

Turning around, I caught a glimpse of my wings. They were hiding at the edge of my vision, crumpled up like wet parchment.

I tried to imagine them flapping, but they didn’t budge. Not even twitch. Instead, I wrapped my left arm around to the right, reaching for the tip of my wing. The grinding of my rock arm on my rock-hard abs were slightly annoying, but if this was the worse that came with this body, I wouldn’t mind it.

Finally, after almost dislocating my shoulder if that could still happen, I caught the edge of my wing with the tip of my fingers.

Pulling back my hand, my wing spread and I could finally feel my wings pulling on my back.

Honing in on this sensation, I tried flapping them again, and this time, they twitched. I had done it! Wings. My wings. They worked. It was an odd sensation, but one that didn't feel wrong.

But just as I was about to inspect the other parts of my body, someone spoke up, “Are you him?” The voice was shaky, uncertain, afraid even. But most of all familiar.

Jolting back, I found that it wasn’t a someone, but a something, that thing being Isa, the gargoyle queen.