"In our world," Helydia began, her eyes fixed on Samuel, "when someone reaches level 30, they receive a class and an element." The element is something fundamental, like fire, water, light, electricity... you get the idea. It's a force that infuses your attacks, but it doesn't deserve too much attention for the moment. The real question is class. Your interface offers you a class based on numerous factors: your fighting style, the skills you have developed, the amount of mana you can control, and many other things. But if no class appeals to you, nothing stops you from choosing one for yourself."

"And what are these classes?" Samuel asked, crossing his arms and casting a fleeting glance at Kai, who was trying to skin the "rocky boars."

Helydia took a deep breath before responding, her words weighed carefully. "There are several types of classes." The most common ones are those you often see: knight, heavy soldier, mage, archer, assassin… classic roles. Then, you have some rarer classes, like dark mage, berserker, or even samurai. And then, there are the extremely rare classes, almost legendary, like divine knight or draconic mage.These are choices that only present themselves to those who have truly exceptional potential."

Samuel listened in silence, his piercing eyes never leaving Helydia. Finally, he let out a sigh before sitting heavily on a fallen tree trunk. With a focused expression, he opened his interface, ready to explore the possibilities that lay before him.

Samuel clicked on "Accept Rewards," and immediately, a new menu unfolded before him, displaying a list of items to choose from. His eyes scanned the options: fire, water, ice, silver, earth, wind, electricity... and the list kept going on and on.Each choice offered a unique potential, a primal force that could transform his fighting style. He knew he had to choose wisely, as he might not have the chance to revisit this decision.

He continued to examine the possibilities, weighing the pros and cons of each element. After several minutes of intense reflection, he made his decision and opted for fire. Immediately, a gentle breeze rose, swirling around him with an almost imperceptible lightness. The leaves of the trees trembled, as if they were whispering ancient secrets, while the warmth began to gently gather around her body. Samuel felt a new energy, a strength that seemed to want to burst forth from within him.

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Then, everything came to a sudden halt. The breeze disappeared, the leaves fell back into a heavy silence, and the warmth that enveloped him vanished in an instant. Samuel frowned, sensing that something was wrong. He lowered his eyes to his interface, and there, a red message appeared in large letters: "Your skill 'Immortal anger' does not allow you to choose this item."

"That damn skill again ?! "Samuel grumbled, his annoyance palpable. He clenched his fists, irritated by this unforeseen limitation. The 'Immortal anger', a skill as unknown as it was annoying, had once again imposed itself upon him, restricting his choices and testing his patience.

Samuel thought for a moment, then tried to choose the element of water. Once again, the breeze rose, light and soothing, as the leaves gently trembled around him. But as before, everything came to a sudden halt, and a red message appeared in large letters: "Your 'Immortal anger' skill does not allow you to choose this element."

Annoyed, he then tried the element of ice. The same scene repeated itself: a cold breeze surrounded her, but it dissipated immediately, followed by the fateful message. He continued with the earth, the magma, the light, the wind, and even poison, but each time, the same scenario played out. The breeze, the rustling leaves, then the red message: "Your skill 'Immortal anger' does not allow you to choose this element."

With each new attempt, Samuel's irritation grew, his mind constantly clashing against this restriction imposed by his own skill, which seemed to categorically refuse any choice on his part.