Being thirteen years old comes with benefits, I thought, giddy to finally be able to join one of the adventuring guilds.
I’d been waiting my entire life of 12 years waiting for this day. I’d listened to so many stories of Dad’s achievements in the guild and was finally ready to join. Plus, I’d gotten to Level 10 and earned my class, fair and square.
Status
Name : Harmony Havels
Level 10
Race : Human
Class : The Red Berserker
I didn’t really understand what my version of Berserker was, but, for some reason, I never lost myself whenever I fought at low Health, so I didn’t really care.
Walking into the Guild Building, I walked directly over to the attendant and said, “I’d like to join!”
Looking over his book he eyed me suspiciously. “You?”
I scowled. “Yes, me, dimwit,” I said back to him.
I felt him [Identify] me and his eyebrows rose. “Huh. You actually qualify. Age thirteen, Level 10. Though… you’re pretty short for your age.”
I glared at him until he rolled his eyes and rummaged in his desk and pulled out a form. “Well, whatever. You’ll need to put your name, current Level, Race, and Class here. If you somehow make some sort of achievement, then this may have to be edited. Not that it matters-”
“Just give me the damn form,” I growled.
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“HAHAHA!” I yelled. “I’m part of the Guild no- MMPH!”
I writhed in Girda’s grip as she covered my mouth to keep me from yelling aloud.
“No yelling in the house,” she said, giving me a disapproving look.
Finally slipping out her grip, I looked up at her and glared with my hands on my hips.
“You don’t even live here. Why are you here again? And where’s number four? Or was it five?”
Girda shook her head and clearly tried not to glare at me. “He has a name, you know. It’s Jameson.”
I snorted. “Well, it’s hard to remember names when you go through boyfriends so fast. You’ll be admitted to the Valkyries just from the amount of boys you’ve gone through.”
“That’s not even how it works-”
I waved my hand in the air, dismissing her. “Details, details,” I interrupted, closing my eyes.
She simply shook her head as I cracked an eye open and walked over to our kitchen and set a Crystal in the oven. Once it turned on, she pushed something into it and began to wash some yupotos (*On Earth 728G, these would be like potatoes, but instead of having to use a peeler, they have soft shells that can be cracked off with little force and should be washed to get any residual shell off, since the shell is poisonous*), which she clearly thought would earn her the prize of me being nice to her-
“I’m making yupoto and beef stew if you wish to help,” Girda said, giving me a knowing look.
She has earned the privilege of me being nice to her, I thought, rushing into the kitchen.
~~~
After a fulfilling dinner, I went back to the guild to look at the Quest board. Putting my hand on the board, I scowled as many of the Level and Tier barriered quests disappeared, leaving me with low Level Quests that I could clear with ease. Accepting the hardest Quest for my current Level, I walked out of the Guild Hall with a smirk on my face.
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I stood over the bodies of the Goblin Chiefs, wondering at what point they’d died from their wounds. There were dozens of slashes on their bodies from my greatsword though there was no way I could’ve moved the large weapon around fast enough to get that many wounds. Recalling the battle, I remembered that they had seemed far slower than they should have been for Chiefs. I then remembered the dozens of other goblins and I looked up and nearly lost my dinner.
There were bodies everywhere.
The blood soaked the ground, my shoes, and my light armor. There were mutilated bodies covering the ground, seemingly scorched and broken through. I looked down to my blade to see that it’d gone dull at some point and I’d just been bashing them. At that moment, I realized what my Class did.
Instead of putting me in a rage-like state, I was pulled into a calm state, where I got temporary increases in movement speed and power for everything I killed, though, to compensate for that, I grew more and more detached from my emotions.
What if I can’t get out of that state at some point? What if I just think of everything and everyone as just something else to kill? Does this mean I can never be in a relationship?
Shaking my head and trying to calm my uncontrollable shivering, I left the camp after gathering the ruined weapons of the Chiefs as completion proof and went over to the nearby river and sat down without taking anything but my boots off, ignoring the ice cold water.
I arrived home still soaking and holding a bag of Crystals, which I was begrudgingly given after showing the Guild proof. All those goblins had brought me to Level 18 and I had a lot of things to do now, first being letting my sister fuss over my soaked self.
“Without that armor, you’d be practically see-through!” she said, exasperated. “Come on, we don’t need people seeing everything! Now go change.”
“...Mhm,” I responded, trudging past her and over to my room, where I delicately grabbed a new pair of clothes before walking back out and going to take a bath.
I never thought I’d hate warm water, I thought as I lowered myself into the water. It’s like blood…
Forcing the thought out of my head, I scrubbed my body, trying to get as much blood as possible off of me and into the water instead. When I was finished, the water was stained pink and I was drying off, looking into space, trying to figure out what to do next.
I hope I don’t grow so detached, I need someone to save me, I thought. That’d be embarrassing.
I smiled at the thought though, wondering who would save me.
~~~
The next morning, I decided that I wouldn’t take any of the battle Quests and instead took a more docile quest of gathering some materials needed by some Alchemist. Looking over the reward, I nodded and trudged over to one of the attendants and gave her the paper along with my Guild Coin, which all Guilders were given, to a confused expression. However, she didn’t comment and pressed my Coin to the commission and I acknowledged the Quest.
Looking back at her, I asked, “Do you have any records about my Class? I’d like to learn more about it.”
To which she answered, “Possibly,” before standing up and strolling into one of the back rooms.
I waited for a bit before I felt someone grab my shoulder and spin me around. Ready to snap at them, I let myself spin and glared up at the woman and her team. She wore average armor that I wasn’t sure my greatsword could go through in its current state and had a pair of daggers at her sides. She glared at me, seething.
“Who did you hire for that Quest?” she snapped. “There’s no way you could’ve killed all of those goblins by yourself, kid.”
I shot back, “Why, you couldn’t do it and now you’re complaining?”
Not even a second later, I felt pain blast through the side of my face and I spit out one of my teeth, coughing. I looked up at her in mock terror before channeling one of my Skills and slapping her back with all the power I could possibly muster.
There was a loud, resounding Slap! and she spun around in a full circle before falling to the ground, unconscious. Glaring down at her for a moment, I turned back to the desk as the woman who’d gone to the back room came out, her face slightly pale. She looked at me to the woman on the ground and back to me, some sort of false understanding on her face.
“What did you-”
“She came up to me and slapped me first. I simply returned the favor,” I grumbled. “Now can I have my information now?”
The attendant seemed to [Identify] the woman and calmed slightly. Then she shook her head. “You need to come with me. Now.”
I blanched. “What?! Why? She came up to me and slapped me because she thought I hired someone to do my quest yesterday! How is that-?”
“That has nothing to do with it. Now come. It’s about your Class,” she snapped, her nice demeanor gone in a flash. “Don’t make me grab you.”
Still seething, pressed my hand against the desk and it opened up to form a path for me. She grabbed my left hand and began briskly walking over to the back room she’d come out of earlier, practically dragging me along.
“Hey!” I shouted. “I can walk by myself! Let me go!”
Ignoring me, she continued on through the door and into what looked like a library, complete with floating tablets that I assumed had information on Classes, based on the fact that, as we passed by one, I got a glimpse of one.
Voidborn Abyss Prince II - Unique-
Abyss Prince? What the hell is that? I thought, confused.
I only realized that I’d said it aloud when the woman looked at me, puzzled. “You saw something on that tablet? That’s a Prophetic Tablet, and it shows a Class of someone you’ll meet. And you saw Abyss Prince?”
I nodded.
“Well, fuck,” she grumbled. “Yet another thing to report.”
Even more confused, I couldn’t respond as she pulled me to the back of the library, bringing me face to face with-
I choked as the Second Valkyrie Harbinger looked down at me, mildly confused. “This little girl has the Red Berserker Class? How on Aurora could this even-” She cleared her throat and looked at me again. “Who are you and how do you have this Class?”
“I- I-”
“Maybe you should let her adjust first,” the woman next to me grumbled.
“Oh, shut it, Reiden.”
REIDEN?
Unable to process what was happening, I fainted from the pressure on my soul.
“Whoops,” was the last thing I heard as the world went black.