Caelan thinks about it, and he is indeed a little special.
He is a '12th-rank Mage' standing at the pinnacle of the Mage Realm. Occasionally, he can transform into a '9th-rank Knight' to charge into battle. Even if shooting arrows, he also dabbles in it. Besides, when he was young, his rogue teacher teaches him some techniques of an assassin, taking him to peek while attractive Ms. Linnaea, a '10th-rank Mage', is taking a shower.
He falls into deep thought and begins to recall when he becomes such a generalist!
After thinking about it, maybe it is to start with the stubborn old geezer as his teacher.
At first, he just wants to become a powerful mage, but after meeting the teacher, he does become stronger and stronger, but it also seems to become a little unusual.
He is puzzled for a moment, and there seems to be nothing wrong. Who stipulates that a person can only have one occupation?
He feels that as a mage, he can deal with enemies with his bare hands, use arrows to hit every target, or even hide behind the enemy to sneak attack, all of which are very reasonable.
Caelan feels that he is quite normal, but he has a few more skills and is a little different. Moreover, he is not the only one who can do it in the whole world. For example, that old geezer can also rely solely on physical strength to fight against an ‘8th-rank Knight’without his magic power. Thinking of this, Caelan's eyes suddenly dim and gradually become moist...
Caelan always teasingly refers to him as an 'old geezer', but deep down, Caelan knows that his weight is unmatched by any other.
Caelan is an orphan, and it is this old man who bestows upon him the warmth of a family. The old man is not only his closest family and a beacon guiding his path forward but also the figure he perpetually strives to follow.
Tragically, the old man also meets his demise in the battle to defend their homeland, falling alongside the Fourth Defense Line under the onslaught of the alien horde...
Just as Caelan is lost in his past thoughts, an indifferent voice suddenly tears the silence, rippling like an echo in a valley.
['Mundus Magnus' completes the reconstruction…]
[Detect the presence of the life form!]
Caelan frowns, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes, and he whispers to himself, "What's going on?"
[Welcome to 'Mundus Magnus', confirming identity: Life form No.1, please state your name.]
Caelan is stunned, still full of doubts, and murmurs, "Name? What? Is this a dream or reality?"
"Automatically assign the character name after a ten-second countdown."
[The timer starts: 10, 9, 8...]
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What does it mean?
He becomes more and more confused, and the passage of time seems to have exacerbated this inexplicable sense of urgency.
Caelan's face gradually becomes solemn, and his thoughts fly rapidly in his mind. In the end, he resolutely says, "Caelan Dwayne."
[No.1 life is officially named 'Caelan Dwayne'.]
[Please choose your occupation.]
This mysterious voice, like the call of fate, continues to echo in the depths of Caelan's mind.
Caelan is puzzled, but still follows the guidance of the voice.
"Mage!" His voice is firm and confident. As the only mage in the world who has broken through to '12th-rank', his choice is self-evident.
[OK, in initialization.]
The word "initialization" in the reply cuts through Caelan's mind like a bolt of lightning, making him wonder if he has to start from scratch?
Caelan is still immersed in the emotion brought by "initialization", and the mechanical voice sounds again, interrupting his meditation.
[Start drawing the talent for Caelan Dwayne...]
"Talent", isn't this what everyone is born with? Can it be generated?
Caelan's heart fluctuates. To him, this rule is both novel and mysterious, familiar and elusive.
[Congratulations to Caelan Dwayne for drawing the 'Unique Talent'.]
This announcement is no longer as cold and ruthless as before, but with a hint of warm congratulations, like a medal made of metal, resounding in the empty hall.
This compliment, in stark contrast to the cold, impersonal declarations of times past, carries within it a touch of congratulations. Its resounding echoes fill the vast hall, emitting undeniable warmth and affirmation.
[The name is: Elemental Affinity!]
[ You acquire the 'Unique Talent': Elemental Affinity ]
The last few words slowly flow out, with a rhythm that does not belong to this world, as if a whisper comes from the depths of the universe, revealing ancient and mysterious...
Returning to its original indifference, the mechanical voice echoes in the empty hall like a cold wind through the empty, quiet streets.
[Random teleportation is about to begin... 10 seconds down]
Random teleportation?
What does this mean?
Caelan's heart clenches violently as he fights to break free of the shock in his heart, shouting incredulously in an attempt to seek some last-minute explanation,
"Aren't you going to explain the status quo?"
[10, 9, 8...]
"Why am I alive?"
"Why am I here?"
"Who are you?"
"What is happening in this world?"
Caelan's questions shoot out like arrows, shouting hysterically. But the relentless mechanical voice continues to count down indifferently, and his anxiety and fear seem like mere echoes in the void that go unheeded.
[3, 2, 1.]
As the last second of the countdown falls, underneath Caelan's feet, the ripples of space suddenly gather, weaving into an intricate totem of a magic formation.
Caelan recognizes this kind of totem, it is an ancient spatial teleportation array that only exists in legends and has never been successfully set up by anyone.
The light of the teleportation array converges and begins to shine with blinding white light, slowly covering Caelan's entire body.
An uncontrollable rage wells up in Caelan's heart, he knows that he is about to be teleported away, but he still doesn't get any answer, so he curses out loud.
"Are you the deity around here? Damn you, you spineless weasel, lurking in the shadows!"
Just at the moment when the white light is about to completely wrap around Caelan, time seems to be gently pressed the pause button by an invisible hand, and a deep voice drills into his mind.
"Haha, young man, don't be so grumpy. Brooke is just a rule I made, with no sense of autonomy, and your pursuing questions are just talking to yourself!"
This casually delivered answer explodes like a thunderclap deep within Caelan's heart. Brooke, that disembodied mechanical voice, is naught but a marionette—a mere pawn—crafted by this unseen guy.
"You are correct on one point. You may indeed call me a deity."
That old voice carries a hint of teasing, yet it is undeniable.
The surrounding time and space abruptly freeze, as if tightly bound by invisible chains, this terrifying power, far beyond the scope of what Caelan can imagine.
"Caelan, you seem to have many grievances against me?"
"I...I just want to figure something out." Caelan forces himself to remain calm, answering with a stiffened resolve in the face of such a terrifying and enigmatic existence's somewhat mocking inquiry.
"Caelan, you indeed have not died, but this world has experienced the destruction once already. As you can see, it has been meticulously reconstructed, albeit perhaps..."
"Perhaps what?" Caelan eagerly pursues the question.
A silence answers him, and after a few moments, the old deep voice sounds again.
"Go on, Caelan Dwayne, there are some things you will know when you break through to 11th-rank."
Time resumes its flow once more, white light completely wraps Caelan, and the teleportation array starts with a bang, sending him on a journey into the unknown.
As the white light fades, the hall returns to silence, and an illusory figure slowly condenses in the air, his eyes gazing at the complex teleportation array in the center, then he looks into the void and mutters.
"Although you are the chosen one, if you die, it proves that you don't have this fortune..."
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