There were downsides to everything in life. Maybe there are exceptions to this rule, but in general, there will always be downsides to it. Something is sacrificed in exchange for something worthwhile.

Being a King? The Downside is that they have to deal with administrative duties which are just a pain to deal with. As well as dealing with the people below you who are, in secret, undermining your authority while some want your position.

Keep your friends rich and enemies rich and wait to find out which is which. Anyway, im getting sidetracked. I’ll discuss that another time in the future.

So for now, let us discuss the downsides. Particularly the downsides of my [Class]. And it sucks.

Mr. Lucius and I kept talking about my [Class], and I found out that theoretically, I can be anything. Something that my parents always told me. Indeed it may be true and when it comes to my class, it’s an undeniable truth.

But my parents forgot one tiny detail that they didn't tell me. It's that ‘You can be anything you want to be, but you have to go through literal hell first.'

How poetic.

In other words, I'm entering hell. Sure I understand the reasoning and Logic behind it. I mean if dreams were so cheap and easy to achieve, then they aren't dreams, are they?

Plus, life would be boring if everything comes easy. A system that gives you without receiving something in return is a scam. There's no such thing as 'free' in this world.

Back to the main topic. As long as the [Class] exists, I can theoretically have that [Class] as my own. But there is just a teeny tiny problem with that theory. I only have to learn the class the hard way.

By hard I mean literal hell and almost impossible. I have to learn it from scratch. As I was kindly told by Mr. Lucius, a [Lexicon] didn’t just allow a person to possess a [Class]. It’s also a guide of sorts, a guide implanted in their subconscious mind. Like a person already knowing how to breathe without needing a manual.

And in my case, i need a manual to even learn how to see. How i learn and get that class is entirely up to me. The main point is that, while learning a class, i would be walking in perpetual darkness and stumbling around like a fool. While the person whose [Class] I have to steal from has a lamp.

Thankfully, Mr. Lucius said he would be helping me Learn all the {Classes} if I want to and I readily said yes. Also, it turns out that the thing I just entered was to see if I was worthy but also to see which class I qualify to embody.

Based on my memories, I defeated an [Assassin] and a [Mage]. So it's a good start. I wanted to learn all the classes at once but Mr. Lucius said im an idiot to do so and I had to defeat their avatars first before being allowed to have it. A shame.

Even then, in the situation where i do defeat the avatar of a [Class], it’s only an entrance test, and i still i have to learn it.

After our little conversation, Mr. Lucius transported us to the bar. It was late in the evening, and I was soon helping out Amy. Serving the beers and such. The usual cacophony of laughter ensued with a mix of fist-fighting of course. I ignored it as I can’t be bothered by it every single night.

Amy was acting as a referee for the fight. While that was happening, gambling was also becoming more rampant, with some of our dear customers being red in the face as they continued pulling out coins like there was no tomorrow.

I was wiping glasses and serving customers as i looked on with interest. Admiring the drunk picture-esque scene in front of me, as well as looking forward to winning some coin. I was in charge of manning the bar and in truth, it was my favorite position. Since the alternative was acting as referee, and i don’t feel like getting hit on the face.

Pouring another glass, I saw the beer froth and bubble up with an obscene unknown of alcohol content. I heard that Mr. Frank brews it himself, i can only guess how much the alcohol content exactly is.

I stopped pouring, filling it to the brim, and served it to the person in front of me. He had dark hair and green yes, his face clear with amusement as he watch the fight begin in total mayhem. The crowd cheered in drunken revelry while Amy watched with eagle-like eyes as she made sure no funny business was happening.

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In reality, she wasn't paying attention to the fight and instead was making sure nobody had any funny ideas with the betting pot. Rarely does it ever happen, but when the occasional idiot does show up, they usually end up half-dead. Thats why i say rarely.

Mr. Samuel looked on with a bright smile on his face as he also joined in on the cheering. He gulped down his drink until it was half empty and continued shouting like a drunk.

I watched all this with a blank expression on my face as i was already used to it. The first time it happened i was in somewhat shock and fear. Shock because i didn't know people could be this rowdy, and fear because they might force me to fight again.

I was already in charge of the counter for a week now, becoming numb to what's deemed as 'the usual'. I was about to serve another customer when the hinges of the front door almost broke.

The drunken mayhem abruptly stopped as all eyes darted toward the entrance, while I did the same. In came a man. Yet judging from his outfit, he wasn't any normal man.

He waltzed into the room with an indifferent attitude, surveying the place with intense precision. Making eye contact with every person in the room.

The man wore a full white outfit, a formal attire like those in Administration. The only exception was the white gloves he was wearing.

Giving him a once over, I made eye contact with him, his dark brown eyes trying to peer into my existence. He can try but there's no point. With an indifferent expression, I didn't look away and continued wiping the glass I was holding.

The dark-haired man didn’t react, proceeding to make his way to my direction. Some of the drunk men were eyeing him from head to toe, but he stayed indifferent and ignored them. There were even a few people that tried to pick a fight with him, but he didn't even look at them as they passed out.

How they got knocked out i have no idea, the only thing i saw was that when they were at about arm’s length, they fell down on their side as the man kept walking.

The others in the bars cheered the brave souls on despite the apparent hopelessness of it. It was only after a few men passed out and failed did the attempts finally stop.

Our dear customers went back to what they were doing while Amy continued to referee the fight. But i could tell that even if they were acting like nothing happened, they were still wary of him.

While all that was going on, he kept his eyes on me without relenting. In turn, I did the same, not wanting to be intimidated by him

Soon, he made it to the counter and sat down. His cold expression continued to observe me for what seemed like an eternity, and frankly, I was getting bored with the staring contest.

So like any good bartender, i got close and asked him what did he want.

The man finally looked away and glanced at the menu we had. After he looked through everything he ordered.

“A beer.”

How dramatic. I didn’t voice out my thoughts and nodded to the man. I stopped wiping the glass I was holding and poured it some homemade beer made by Mr. Frank himself.

I already tasted it and even though it tasted like a horse’s ass, it did a number on me as I was drunk just from one sip. Needless to say that i won’t be drinking it any time soon.

Once the glass was filled to the brim, i served it in front of him yet he did not pick it up. He observed it for a minute and said nothing. Tired from his little dramatic play, I moved on to another customer who wanted to order another drink.

“Stop.”

He said in a commanding voice. I stopped dead in my tracks as the command made me feel like I was back on the training grounds. Mr. Williams often said it when he occasionally trained me.

He looked over to me and he beckoned me with his right hand to come. Maybe he has another order. I came close and asked if he needed anything else. I saw that the beer I served was still full and cold, a little like his face to be honest.

“Who are you?”

“The Names Cosmo, so is there anything else you need mister?”

Asking again, i was in a bit of a rush as the other people at the counter were holding me for another beer. They were shouting from over the yonder and i feel that at any moment now, glasses would be flying in the air.

“I see.”

He stopped looking at me and continued to gaze at the beer he had. Giving a sigh of relief, i went to the shouting drunks and gave them their drinks before things get messy.

At times i would take glances at the man in white, and whenever i did i sensed that he was watching me. Observing my every movement like a predator stalking his prey. It made me feel a little uncomfortable as it was reminiscent of my time at sea. But I ignored it and went on with my day.

Time passed rapidly in the bar and when I finished taking orders, i noticed that the man was still there. Guessing the time, I think that about an hour has passed since he was here and throughout that hour, he made no apparent movement and kept observing the place.

He didn’t even touch his beer as it gradually became lukewarm. Well if it was any other person here, i bet that they wouldn’t have minded if it was cold or not.

I ignored him and helped Amy collect the bets. The night was already ending and a lot of the people had left. While some stayed and continued drinking. Mr. Samuel and Mr. Frank were part of them.

Another hour passed and it was already midnight. The bar became silent, as it no longer felt the same way as a few hours ago. Mr. Frank and Mr. Samuel were passed out by the counter, and Amy was already cleaning up after them as I also helped out.

The few drunks that were left were promptly thrown out by Amy, yet there was still one man who hasn’t left.

It was the Man in White.