Magic burned into my skin.
“OW!” I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t even budge within my teacher’s iron grasp.
“If you can’t hold still, then I’m going to have to paralyze you to put this seal on.” Trent Vowler brushed his fingers over the magical seal over my heart. The white-haired snow-white-skinned ArchWizard looked at me with his brown eyes. "You’re the one who wanted to stay awake for this.”
“I think you should,” Aelin Zeb, the blonde-haired brown-eye brow-skinned Buffer of our team, walked over to my bed. "I really think you should! He’s complaining enough.”
“If you think it’s so easy, then how about you try it next?” I leaned back against Ether Klix. My head was in the white-haired red-eyed snow white-skinned woman’s lap while I lay on my bed as Trent burned magic onto my skin.
“Why Atlas." The blonde wiggled her eyebrows. "Is that your way of trying to see me without a shirt on?” She clicked her tongue. "You won’t stop trying to add me to your harem, but I keep telling you I’m not available.”
I closed my eyes. I don’t know who had gotten her started on the idea of a harem, but she hadn’t shut up about it since yesterday.
I chose to try to ignore her. “Why do we have to do this again?” I could feel sweat beading on my forehead.
Ether wiped the sweat away with a cloth as Trent added another detail.
I tried to focus on the room instead of the pain.
We were in a large room with a single bathroom in the back. There were seven beds, three on one side and four on the other. Each of the members of the Blue team had their own bed, though the one across from mine was currently empty. It had belonged to Edward Rene, but a few days ago he had awakened his family’s Berzerk ability. As a level one, he hadn’t been able to control it and attacked us. I’d been forced to disable him and he’d been transferred to his family for rehabilitation.
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“This is the only way you’re going to be allowed to leave the Cathedral.” Trent brushed his fingers over the sword crossed with a staff tattoo that he had been drawing over my heart with just his finger. “This will fool any Crystal into thinking that your stats are of a regular Abnormal and that your class is Caster, not Hero.”
Most newly Mantled Adventurers had a stat spread of ten - eight - six - four - four - three spread across their Power, Defense, Speed, Magic, Recovery, and Aura stats unless they were an Abnormal. An Abnormal was someone with a different allocation of stats and some had a point total of thirty-six instead of thirty-five. My stats were all ten, except for my Magic, which was twelve. My class was also not Hero, like we had told the other members of my team except for Justia Publian, who knew the truth. It wasn’t even one of the regular starting classes of Hitter, Tank, Shooter, Caster, Healer, Buffer. It was Godling.
In my world, the Gods ruled each of their cities. These Gods were seen as supreme beings that no one knew how they came into existence, except now I did. They all started at level one like any other Adventurer and steadily worked their way up in secret.
The only issue was that there was a finite amount of land, wealth, and citizens, so there was almost always a war going on between some cities. It also meant that none of the current Gods wanted to see another one rise to power, so they would kill any Godlings they discovered to prevent a potential future challenge to their city.
The All-Temple, the non-affiliated clergy, had taken me in to hide me from the other Gods and help me level so that one day I might get strong enough to put an end to the constant wars that were tearing apart the world.
Trent had to go to the Publian Clinic, where Justia’s parents worked, in Harror to upgrade the building's security. Since we were almost two weeks ahead of the other classes, we were going along to keep up appearances, but since I was going to be in public, something had to be done to hide what I was.
“I know that.” I gritted my teeth as he resumed burning my skin. I leaned back against Ether. "I just really wish there was a less painful way.”
Trent stopped and looked at me.
“Without knocking me out!” While I was powerless to stop him, I felt like I needed to be awake while he worked on me.
He shrugged and kept drawing.