The last rational corner of my brain was actively screaming at me. Don't be an idiot; take {The All-Seeing Corruptive Oracle}!

It was the logical choice. The natural progression to the class that had allowed me to corrupt individuals and objects. This evolution should be the same, but better. It should cover all my necessities. It should just make it.

And that’s why my gut feeling—some primal and reptile part of me—was truly unhappy. Since when did I just want to make it? My aspirations were far more than that. With power came respect, and the respect and trust I was seeking was not something I could just obtain.

What I needed was {Abomination Forger}. I knew that class would bring me all the power I ever needed. If I let go of all my humanity, I was sure that making people do my bidding was an option.

Hell, in the future, the class itself might provide ways to manipulate those that I forge. Perhaps, in a similar vein to mind-control, I could literarily instruct them on what exactly to do.

But I also knew that by taking this class, I would become the monster I said I wasn’t. I was on a quest for power, and I would have to kill many people to get there. This class… until I could ensure that I only forged and controlled enemies, I could not take it.

With {Corrupt Pulseweaver Inquisitor} I had the opposite feeling. I knew that I had barely scratched the surface of what my pulses could do. Even without supporting skills, I had grown them to be much more than what it started as.

And that’s all I needed to know to discard it. Something I could do through experimentation and my own efforts was not worth of a whole class. It would still be my class, so my knowledge and my merits, but it would take the spot for something much more important.

Which brought me to the only one class that I was still not sure about, {Dreamweaver of Nightmares}. It identified me. I was a herald of destruction for most, the bringer of nightmares and death. Wherever I would go from this point, I would be received as an enemy.

But perhaps, for some, I would be a beacon of hope. For those who felt pigeonholed into a System that was not theirs, and into factions and beliefs beyond their control, I could be a savior.

And I had already eaten off their dreams. Specifically, I had absorbed their class books into mine, and I had done so blindly. I could not, or rather, I didn’t know how to influence the classes that they would choose.

That’s where this class came in, I could feed them ideas, hopes, and fears. Maybe I could still not decide for them, but it should allow me to have a much bigger influence on the outcome.

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But that was not all. It said I could get stronger from objects and that I could hoard experiences and use them to grow myself. I still had no idea how any of that would happen or what the process looked like. The class just had too many unknowns.

And there was still a phrase that, even after reading all the other classes, had stuck with me. Reading the underlying intent of corruption. That alone justified the class, I thought. If I no longer saw corruption as a black veil of bugs eating at the System, and I had actual and accurate information about what was happening.

I had already taken the decision, but it was hard coming to terms with it. I couldn’t stop thinking that, maybe, I would regret it. After all, it had already happened with [Herald of Corruption].

I took a breath.

[Do you want to evolve {The Third Eye of Corruption} into {Dreamweaver of Nightmares} Y/N]

Another breath.

Yes.

There was no popup or System alert telling me that the process had been completed successfully, but I didn't need it. The moment I accepted the evolution, I felt the corrupting over myself.

The bugs that I normally saw became more defined, and all of a sudden I could understand, at a high level, what they were doing. A hive mind working in unison to remove resistance to magic.

The concept of System was foreign to them. Their mission was simpler: to return everything to pure magic. And to do so, they also had to get rid of the System.

I was not on the verge of being too corrupted. Being honest, the feeling was too new to even be sure that they were doing anything. It was entirely possible that I, and probably other corrupted individuals, were just good vessels for them to live on.

I quickly opened my [Corrupted Class Book] to fill me in on all the details and changes that had just happened. I moved onto the page for {Dreamweaver of Nightmares}.

You have learned [Weave]

> [Weave] Your pulses get charged with the corruption you already possess, being able to influence living and non-living targets. Weaved pulses can rely on information about corruption.

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> Weaving increases the energy used in pulses.

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> The extent and effectiveness of the influence depend on your level, corruption available, and the target’s level and willingness.

[You have learned [Journal of Nightmares]]

> [Journal of Nightmares] Pulls the classes, attributes, and other corruption elements from a target and stores them in your own class book.

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> At a cost, you can decide to strip the absorbed element from the target. This is not a cleansing process and can irreparably damage the target.

[You have learned [Awaken]]

> [Awaken] The User can choose to consume the absorbed experiences to obtain benefits based on the quality and value of the sacrifice.