"That's all for now, but there is still much more to cover in the future. We can't possibly delve into every aspect in just one day. Now that we've discussed the beasts, let's continue exploring their classification system. Each beast falls into one of nine categories based on their combat abilities. These categories include normal, common, uncommon, rare, epic, unique, legendary, myth, and transcend. While the naming may seem archaic, it has been used for countless generations and no one has attempted to change it, considering the lengthy process it would require to gain acceptance from the royal court and implement a new system."
Devon paused for a moment and then continued with a mischievous grin, "But since you all are exceptional students, I might let you in on a little secret. There have been some discussions about modernizing the classification system. Who knows, maybe one of you will become a pioneer in that field someday!"
"The seven beasts I mentioned earlier are part of the transcend category, which is the highest possible tier. The remaining beasts are divided into three tiers based on their relationship with the transcendent beasts. Those above the unique rank are direct descendants, while those from uncommon to epic are considered indirect descendants. The beasts in these two tiers possess intelligence comparable to humans to varying degrees. You won't encounter them on the sea, and only a few exist beyond the frontline. The beasts in the third tier, which are found everywhere, are mindless creatures. It is these creatures that you will be facing in battle."
"These mindless creatures of the third tier pose a significant threat, despite their lack of intelligence. They may not possess strategic thinking or cunning, but their sheer number makes them formidable opponents. Imagine facing a horde of thousands or even millions of them. It would be a true test of your abilities, and teamwork would be essential to overcome such odds."
Devon then dove into the concept of power levels and rankings, shedding light on the intricacies of the system. He explained that there were seven tiers, each further divided into nine subparts known as stars, progressing in ascending order. The number of stars indicated the level of power and strength possessed by an individual. He emphasized that the difference between each star within a tier was significant.
"At Tier 1, the power difference between two adjacent stars could be bridged by doubling the number of individuals. For example, it would take twice the number of people to bridge the power gap between a Tier 1, 1-star, and a Tier 1, 2-star. However, as the tiers advance, the power disparities between stars increase exponentially. At Tier 2, it would take four times the number of individuals to bridge the power gap between stars."
The pattern continued, with the power gap growing exponentially at each tier. By the time they reached Tier 6, it would require over a trillion Tier 6, 1-star individuals to defeat a single Tier 6, 9-star—precisely 1,099,511,627,776. This revelation left me in awe of the immense power discrepancy between stars within the same tier. It became clear that achieving higher star rankings was not a simple task.
Then Devon proceeded to explain the ranking system, providing insights into its complexities. He clarified that the ranking consisted of three parts. The first part was a number representing the level an individual was part of, just like the power level. The ranking system was divided into seven different levels, with Level 7 being the smallest and Level 1 being the largest.
"The second part indicates the real rank the individual holds at that specific level. For example, let me share my ranking as an example. I am currently the 1,056,099th ranked individual among all those in Level 6."
Having a higher rank came with its own set of benefits. Firstly, it bestowed a certain reputation upon individuals, garnering respect and recognition from others within society. Additionally, the empire provided monetary rewards based on one's ranking. For instance, Devon currently received approximately 20 gold coins per month, but if he were to ascend to the one million mark, his monthly reward would increase to 100 gold coins. This financial incentive served as motivation for individuals to strive for higher ranks.
"The third benefit of attaining a higher rank is access to valuable information. As individuals climb the ranks, they gain access to exclusive knowledge and insights shared within their respective circles. This information is often crucial for further advancement and understanding of the empire's inner workings."
To progress in rank, there were essentially two methods. One could either defeat higher-ranked beasts or challenge individuals of higher rank to a battle. To prevent continuous bloodshed, each person received a challenge coupon every month. Once the coupon was used, regardless of the opponent's wishes, a battle had to take place. However, there were exceptions in cases where there was a significant gap in rank between the challengers. It was important to note that the challenged individual had the opportunity to benefit from the challenge. If they emerged victorious, they could not be challenged again for one year, granting them a reprieve from further battles.
"And not only can you benefit in terms of rank, but also in other aspects," Devon continued. "You see, every battle that is fought has something at stake for both sides. These stakes can be anything, absolutely anything, no matter how absurd it may sound. It adds an extra layer of excitement and motivation to the battles. So, not only will you have the opportunity to advance in rank, but you might also gain something valuable or achieve a specific goal through these battles."
Devon's words sparked our curiosity and made us even more eager to participate in the upcoming competition. It was clear that this world was not just about brute strength; strategy, intelligence, and creativity played crucial roles as well.
The intricacies of both the power level and the ranking system proved to be challenging for me to fully comprehend, although Robbie and Elsie seemed to grasp the concepts with ease. As I listened to Devon's explanation, I marveled at the complexity and depth of the ranking system.
Before I conclude, there are two important things I need to address," Devon announced, his voice steady and commanding. "Firstly, I must emphasize that what we have learned today is strictly confidential. You are all forbidden from discussing any of this information with anyone outside of the three of you. This includes your dormmates or anyone else you may encounter. This knowledge is not to be taken lightly and must be protected."
His words resonated with a sense of urgency, reminding us that we were way ahead of the rest. The weight of the secret we now carried settled upon us, and we nodded in agreement, understanding the need for discretion.
"Secondly," Devon continued, "while strategy is important, I encourage you to explore other classes and find your true passion. Elsie, I suggest you pursue swordsmanship with throwing weapons as your secondary focus. Robbie, magic seems to be a natural fit for you. And as for you," he paused, turning his gaze directly to me, "the class that aligns best with your skills and potential is the ability user class. You have the choice to stay here and embark on that path or explore other options. The decision is yours." Saying such, Devon walked away, declaring the end of the class.
Devon's guidance was both insightful and empowering. He recognized our strengths and offered suggestions based on his assessment. All three of us stood there for a moment, looking at each other with a mix of emotions swirling inside us.
“Bye. We will meet in the dorm,” Elsie said, breaking the brief silence. Without hesitation, she and Robbie teleported away, each eager to begin their chosen paths.
I remained there, pondering my decision. The options laid before me were like diverging roads, each leading to a unique and uncertain destination. The prospect of exploring the ability class enticed me, but at the same time, I wondered if there might be something else out there that resonated with me even more.
My thoughts were interrupted by Nork's voice, appearing in my mind as usual. "Hey there, Zack! What's on your mind? Need some advice?"
His offer was tempting, but I knew that this was a decision I needed to make on my own. I took a deep breath, centering myself. "Thanks, Nork, but I think I need to figure this out by myself. I appreciate your willingness to help, though."
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"Sure thing! Just remember, you've got all the time in the world to explore. You can always change your path if you find something that captures your interest," Nork cheerfully reminded me.
With renewed determination, I decided to give the ability class a chance. After all, Professor Devon seemed to believe in my potential, and the allure of discovering a unique ability was too intriguing to ignore. Making my way towards him.
As I approached, I noticed that he was engrossed in watching a battle scene displayed on the screen. The intensity of the fight was evident, and I could see the determination in the faces of the combatants. Devon pointed to a person in the corner of the screen, a figure drenched in sweat and shouting commands.
As I approached, I noticed that Devon was engrossed in watching a battle scene displayed on the screen. The intensity of the fight was evident, and I could see the determination in the faces of the combatants. Devon pointed to a person in the corner of the screen, a figure drenched in sweat and shouting commands.
"That was my first battle where I took command," he explained. "I lost all but two of my comrades in that fight. I guess you weren't paying attention while I was teaching," he added, a touch of wry humor in his voice.
Caught off guard, I averted my gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and fascination. It seemed I had been caught observing him without his knowledge. I quickly composed myself and looked back at him, ready to engage in further conversation.
"If you stayed back, it means you're ready to pursue the ability class?" Devon questioned, his tone slightly probing.
"Not necessarily," I replied honestly. "It's just that the concept of the ability class seems incredibly fascinating to me."
Devon's expression shifted abruptly, his smile fading into a serious demeanor. "Don't resist it," he advised sternly. "As instructors, we have to guide you towards a path that will be beneficial for you. If you find something captivating, don't fight against it. Remember what I taught you in class. If something captures your sudden interest, it's usually a sign that it will be beneficial for you. So, whether you want it or not, you're going to be an ability user." His words carried a weight that left no room for argument, and I found myself unable to protest. Besides, deep down, I couldn't deny my intrigue about the ability class. With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, I accepted my fate.
As I nodded, Devon extended his hand towards me, a gesture indicating to do the same. Although I initially felt a tinge of skepticism, I soon found myself gripping his hand, embracing the unknown with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.
"Relax your body and try to keep your movements minimal," Devon advised, his voice steady and reassuring. "Nork, begin the process of overwriting with code D00490 and initiate the selection of the ability pool."
Devon's words hung in the air, and within moments, Nork's voice resonated from the nearby screen. The transition from Nork's initial cheerful greeting to a more mechanical tone was noticeable, signaling the beginning of a technical procedure.
"Initiating overwrite process..."
"Verifying the overwritten code..."
"Code verification complete..."
"Initiating overwrite process..."
"Accessing the ability pool..."
"Process completed..."
"Ability has been chosen..."
"Overwriting process concluding..."
The mechanized recitation of the process echoed through the room, indicating the progression and culmination of the overwriting procedure. As the overwriting process concluded, Devon released his grip from my hand. Suddenly losing the anchor, I stumbled for a second, feeling a massive headache for the second time on the same day. The transition from being connected to the process to being on my own was disorienting, leaving me momentarily off-balance.
The headache intensified, causing me to clutch my temples with both hands. It felt as if a whirlwind of information was swirling inside my mind, trying to find a place to settle. The sensation was overwhelming, and I struggled to make sense of the jumble of thoughts and sensations.
"Yo, Devon, you, okay? And what about you, Zack?" Nork inquired, his voice now back to its boyish and jovial tone. The abrupt shift from the technical process to Nork's casual greeting brought a sense of light-heartedness back into the room.
"Nork, is this normal?" I managed to utter; my voice tinged with discomfort.
"Don't worry, Zack. It's a temporary side effect of the overwriting process. Your mind is adjusting to the new code and integrating the ability into your consciousness. It will subside soon," Nork reassured me.
Taking deep breaths, I tried to steady myself. The pain slowly began to recede, replaced by a peculiar sensation of awareness. It was as if I could feel every cell in my body, each one resonating with energy and potential. The headache was still there, but now it felt different, almost like an echo of the transformation that had taken place within me.
"Focus on your breath, Zack. It will help you ground yourself and stabilize your consciousness," Devon's voice echoed in my mind, offering guidance even from a distance.
Following his advice, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Gradually, the chaotic swirl of thoughts began to settle, and the headache started to fade. I felt a sense of control returning, and with it came a newfound clarity.
As the haze lifted, I became aware of something else stirring within me—the presence of the ability itself. It was as if a spark had ignited deep within my core, waiting to be harnessed and explored.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room, feeling a renewed sense of excitement. I was no longer just a regular student; I was now an ability user with a unique power waiting to be unleashed.
Devon and I exchanged glances, acknowledging the completion of the process in such a short period. Although outwardly nothing had visibly changed, I sensed a slight weariness lingering within me, albeit subtle and easily disregarded.
“You okay?”, Devon asked.
"I'm okay," I confirmed, my voice reflecting a mix of curiosity and readiness.
"Nork, now can you show me the ability he unlocked?" Devon requested, his anticipation palpable.
"Sure. Hmmmmm," Nork pondered, momentarily prolonging the suspense.
"What's taking so long?" Devon's voice tinged with concern; his impatience evident.
"Oh, nothing. I was just adding a touch of drama to the moment. It would have been more interesting if he had momentarily lost consciousness, and then we would reveal his newfound ability to him while he's lying in bed, unable to move..." Nork playfully teased, his mischievous nature surfacing.
"Cut it out and just tell us what it is," Devon interjected, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.
"Okay, okay, no need to get angry. The ability he has unlocked is called 'Augment'. That's all," Nork finally revealed.
"Oh, great. You heard him. Your ability is called 'Augment'. Start practicing in whatever way feels right to you. Find a quiet space in your room and delve into the exploration of your ability," Devon instructed me, his voice lacking enthusiasm as he turned his back towards me, already engrossed in his work on the screen.
Feeling a mix of excitement and frustration, I couldn't help but express my desire for further guidance. "Wait, can you at least tell me what this practice entails? How am I supposed to go about it?" I questioned; my voice tinged with a tinge of impatience. It seemed unfair that Devon had initiated the process, only to dismiss me afterwards.
Devon, still engrossed in his screen, responded dismissively, his attention diverted. "Didn't I mention it before? Nobody can teach us how to practice. Just follow the guidance of your ability. In your case, start by finding a few objects to try and experiment with them. Trust in your instincts, and you'll soon discover the intricacies of your ability. Now, go back to your room and explore it on your own. Stop bothering me."
With a mix of determination and uncertainty, I left Devon and headed back to my room, eager to uncover the depths of my newfound ability, 'Augment.'
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The arena:-
As Zack teleported away, Devon, who had been engrossed in the screen, turned his attention back to the spot where Zack had been standing. Nork, with a serious tone devoid of his usual childlike demeanor, questioned Devon's decision.
"Was there any reason why you had to send him away like that? You could have at least given him some basic guidance like you do with others," Nork expressed his concern.
Devon's face revealed a mix of amusement and admiration. "Nork, he's the first person in my entire life who was truly fascinated by the prospect of the ability class. How many individuals like him do you think we do encounter? Maybe once every thousand years. I don't want to treat him like just any ordinary person," Devon explained with a chuckle. "This group is filled with surprises. We have two strategists, a dragon bloodliner, a deck user, and now Zack and that magician girl. It's intriguing."
Devon's attention shifted back to the screen, where a video was playing, showcasing a girl who had just learned a spell to summon a small fireball. Devon watched intently, captivated by the display of magic.
"Nork, how many magicians have you seen who were able to learn a spell on their very first day? You've been around for more than 10 billion years now," Devon asked, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Nork responded, "I've only encountered three magicians in the last hundred years. And this marks the ninth time in the past thousand years that a group like this has been formed. It is indeed rare."
Ignoring Nork's voice, Devon continued to watch the screen, changing the visuals frequently, engrossed in the unfolding events. "He will be an interesting experiment," Devon remarked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. His mind was filled with possibilities and potential outcomes.
The group he had assembled was like a collection of rare specimens, each possessing unique qualities and talents. It was an opportunity for Devon to further his knowledge and explore the uncharted territories of their abilities. The screen before him continued to display captivating scenes of magic and battles, fuelling his excitement for the journey ahead.
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