Class Available: [Enchanter] [Summoner] [Dark Magus]
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Being level 10 provided me with another chance to change my class.
Enchanter, Summoner, Dark Mage, the options presented were Classes I had learned about from the memories,
Enchanters often practice a type of magic that produces no physical effects on objects or people but deceives the observer or target through illusions. They can also add unique properties to weapons.
Summoner, a person who practices evocation, the act of calling upon or summoning a spirit or deity. Opposite of Necromancers, a magician who summons the spirits of the deceased.
And Dark Magus was the title the people called Dirael before he became known as the Necromancer. The class he invented gave him the power to hide through the darkness. Other than that, I did not learn what it did. After all, it was not like I saw his entire life, just a part of it.
The most potent class to choose from would be Summoner, calling upon a spirit or deity with the information I had. Such an ability would have made me invisible. From what I had seen, deities are far more potent than any beings. They are the creators of life itself, but not like the deities would respond to anyone. For them to respond, either the Summoner should be pure royal blood or a kind-hearted individual who has won over the favor of Gods.
So, Am I kind-hearted? Seeing as how I killed those slimes who tended their own business with no remorse, I would answer No.
The Necromancer’s class was also Summoner at the beginning, but he summoned no deities. No one responded to his call—a high chance I would also end up like that, so no Summoner.
Next was Enchanter, Using Illusions and being able to enchant weapons. Now that would be beneficial.
Given how little I knew about the class Dark Magus, Enchanter seemed more beneficial. However, Enchanter was like a regular class anyone could be born with. The one thing that separated the Great enchanters from the normal ones was the effort they dedicated to their class, I did not lack time, but Even the Great Heroes with Enchanter class were taken down by the Necromancer way younger than them. No class could ever come close to the growth pace The Necromancer had.
Dark Magus it is!
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[Starting Class change From Mage to Dark Mage]
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My arms felt numb. Purplish Black fume came out of my bones. My eyes lost their point of view. It was like the time I first evolved.
Not… this… again
-You cannot die here
Blink by blink, my vision returned. Again, I had entered the lane of memories.
This time was a man inside a prison. Someone was urging him to escape, but he was looking down upon his chains.
My vision again faded, The world around me whitened
-Peeking in someone else’s memory without permission, Not a pleasant thing to do
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Huh!
The voice I heard helped me regain sanity and escape the memory lane
But where was I? IT was all white, I was standing and my body, there were no tissues, the bones had shrunken; it looked like my form when I was a typical skeleton
-Oi! Behind You!
Huh! Looking behind, there was a man, legs crossed. He was hovering in the air.
Wearing Black garments, His skin was tanned, deep-black eyes, I recognized that face; it was the Necromancer.
“Ahh!!! You Are Alive”, I cried out in bewilderment, seeing the man who created me both shocked and terrified me.
-No, I am dead
“Ahh!!! You are dead.”
His speech was Flat. Being a skeleton, I could not speak, but it seems he could hear my thoughts.
“What, What are you doing here?” I asked.
-You can see me now, considering the class extracted through my soul was handed over to you. Ah makes sense.
He mumbled to himself, his suddenly popping out here, and his odd behavior. It was puzzling, so I asked, “What makes sense,”
Looking back and forth, it was all white. There was nothingness. I did not realize where here was.
The Necromancer smirked,
-We have not yet met. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dirael Cresin Walter, Also known as ‘The Necromancer.’
I knew that as I had seen the recollections of the people from the battlefield. But he was supposed to be dead.
Could he still control me like when he summoned me? Is that what he wanted? Why is he here? Many questions chained up in my train of thoughts.
-If you are thinking about me trying to control you, don’t worry, I am not
His tone was Fruity. It emitted a sense of relief.
-When you first evolved and were caught inside the memories of those people, I sought to take over your body but too bad I failed
“I understand, you tried….. You sought to do what?!”
As expected from a person like him, this is a man who tried to take over the world. No matter how pleasant his voice is, I cannot trust him.
“So, what do you want?”
-Nothing much really, All I crave is your cooperation to free me
He claimed before; he failed to take over my body? Was it because my will was unyielding for him? And now he claims he requires my aid to get free, So I have the upper hand over him, nice.
“And what kind of help do you want?”, No matter what he proposed, I planned to refuse as I had no intention of dancing into his arms. I am no longer his servant.
-When your body absorbed all the souls from that battlefield, The system within you restrained their awareness and took away their coherence. However, it failed to suppress me; I was just too powerful. Taking over your body would have been easy as your will is weak. Comparing my will with yours would be like comparing an ant and a sun, however…
What a self-conceited bastard! Dare he compare my will with an ant? No way am I helping him.
-It seems I was not the sole one who kept his rationality. He interrupted me from doing what I want. Now I’m incapable of accomplishing anything. So, how about we form a deal?
“HA! You said it yourself. You are powerless. Why should I bother doing anything at all for you?”
-Powerless, yes, but they’re no character as wise as me in this entire world, I dare say
“Your wisdom? Sounds to me like a driveling of a narcissist.”
-hmm, do you realize where we presently are?
“No”
-Do you realize where this dungeon is?
“No”
-Do you know why you can see the memories of those people?
“No”
-Do you know how the system inside you works?
“No”
-Do you know where you originate from?
“No”
-See, In the end, for now, you are neither wise nor smart; you have no alternative but to depend on me; I am likewise powerless now, only if we both work together can we escape this purgatory.