Actually, what's a Level below it?
He envisioned the image.
[Name: Aumanas Ilruna
Race: Elf (Fallen)
Class: Wandering Mage
Level 1 (0% EXP)]
[Authority: Degradation
Privileges: Decayer, Forest Manipulation (Corrupted), Shadow Affinity, Eyes of Light (Corrupted)]
There is a Level 1 (0% EXP) below Class: Wandering Mage.
Does it represent Class Level? He wondered. Why isn’t there a level for Authority or Privileges, then?
Unable to find the answer, he quickly turned his attention to his Class screen.
[Class: Wandering Mage Lv.1 (0% EXP)
Description: A figure with an affinity for learning many magic he encounters]
Well, that sure looks OP.
All the information he had received left him not as excited to react. He also felt quite overwhelmed about the amount of information he had been exposed to that day.
I might have to buy a notebook if available—and affordable.
While thinking so, he laid himself down on the bed, slowly closing his eyelids.
For now, I'll go get some sleep.
***
In the western part of the fortress city, near the Spring of the Guide, stood a three-story building made of black stone.
A bell or something similar sat at the top. The windows were lit with Clazka Torches and Oshael Lanterns, the two most commonly used light sources by the residents of Black Moon due to their lasting effects.
Outside, passersby could hear the commotion from the building. As they were used to it, they went about their activities as usual.
The building was the headquarters of Highdawn and a hangout for the Ruined Saints.
Inside, the main room was mostly used by the Ruined Saints, with some areas reserved for the workers.
The second floor wasn’t much different. There were too many Ruined Saints for just one floor, with over a hundred of them exist in Black Moon.
The Ruined Saints ate, drank, chatted in groups, and caused a ruckus overall. Alcohol drove them wild. Granted, Black Moon’s environment didn’t support much food or drink production, but a group’s ambition eventually led to the creation of one.
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The Ruined Saints were people with problematic traits, in general. Not only because a third of them were criminals, the corruption they experienced often didn’t completely vanish even after their souls were replaced by inhabitants of another world.
The Eclipsed Monarch was the source of most of these problems. He symbolized their despair, hatred, and pain. Almost all negative aspects originated from Him.
He had various reverent titles such as the Prince of Shadow, Lord of the Eclipse, Warden of Darkness, and so on.
He was said to control the black moon, bringing darkness and endless rage.
The state of those bearing Authority could affect those under their control. It was as if His condition was that of never-ending rage against something.
The Celestial Wanderer solely prevented His corruption from controlling their soul’s essence, and even with Her restraint, the remaining corruption in the transmigrators’ souls from the Eclipsed Monarch couldn’t be removed unless they eradicated the source directly or left His influence (in some ways, at least).
Under specific circumstances, such as multiple corruption sources, the Celestial Wanderer might not be able to keep the corruption from affecting them completely.
Besides the Eclipsed Monarch, high-level Authority bearers often appeared during Skylights—a phenomenon where the dark clouds over Black Moon completely cleared—corrupting those unlucky enough to be exposed to Them.
Oh, corruption meant that a person’s characteristics were forcibly changed in an undesired direction by higher powers. They were often recognizable by these behavioral changes.
The transmigrators had to adapt to these changes. Since nearly none of them had ever been forced to fight for Black Moon, they had to endure various hardships in this new world as a result of their choices to survive.
Before Reid Jacob arrived, four volunteers had sacrificed themselves to the souls of people from another world. It was just less than a month ago from Earth’s time.
Right now, these four were in a small room inside Highdawn’s headquarters, a space specifically designed for Isetra Setya, the head of Highdawn.
“So? What do you think about the offer?”
Isetra, looking relaxed in his black attire, extended his right hand in a questioning gesture.
“I’m fine with it,” said a young half-demon calmly. He had two horns on his head and striking blood-red eyes. “Reid Jacob… or Aumanas Ilruna, right? We can add up to two more people to the party. We happened to be discussing that just a little while ago, as a matter of fact. He could be our mage.”
The half-demon, Michael Smith—Zag'thath Sostroxith—wasn’t an Authority bearer. But he had a Class.
Classes were something everyone could get, and they were somewhat connected to Authority.
Michael acted as an Assassin/Thief-like role in his party. He moved through the shadows to kill enemies silently. He came from the Netherworld, but his mixed traits with regular humans allowed him to walk freely in the Upperworld.
“That sounds great!” exclaimed a woman with pointed ears and an extraordinary beauty. “Since he’s an elf like me, we might get along well. Though, he’s a fallen elf. Not that I know what that means, haha!”
“I’m okay with it too if it strengthens the team,” said a giant with white hair. Despite being almost two and a half meters tall and having the muscular build typical of giants, he had a gentle face. “But what do you think, Anastasia?” he glanced at the last member of the group.
The woman with curved horns on her head shrugged, her serious expression unchanged.
“No problem at all. He has an Authority too, right? I know it’s something strong.”
Anastasia was the leader of the group. She was a Battle Bard, an attacker and buffer for the team.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Isetra smiled. “Unlike before, this time only one transmigrator has arrived, and it’s him. Working alone would be too hard for him.”
Isetra was honestly still surprised that Reid existed at all.