Calculating Possible Classes

I would be lying if I said I wasn't anxious. The system offered everyone, upon reaching the age of majority, three class possibilities. The equation that led to the choice of possibilities was uncertain.

Like everything else about the system, it was up to us to accept. I could not help but crack a small smile when the words formed in front of me.

Your three class possibilities were decided. Choose wisely, for there is no going back.

First choice: Deathknight.

Become the bastion of death, bringing pain to your enemies with physical damage.

Second Option: Cursor.

Inflict a wide variety of negative effects on your enemies

Third option: Necromancer.

Summon the dead to fight at your side.

As I look at the classes, my anxiety quickly diminishes. The choice was obvious. I had a clear affection for the world of magic. Necromancer it was.

When I concentrated on the desired option, however, an unexpected message took my vision

Error. Error in the system. You have been rejected. Your choice has been censored. It seems that killing too much makes the dead dislike you.

I frowned as I looked at the text. I had never heard of this before. Class choices being changed? What does this mean? Well, you couldn't expect order from something illogical. This was the way the system worked.

I stared into the void intently, waiting for the new options to arrive.

First choice: Paladin.

Deliver the celestial wrath to your enemies.

Second option: Healer.

Assist your allies in battle, offering support and healing spells.

Third option: Summoner.

Summon allied beasts to aid you in battle.

The strangest thing was the absolute duality between the new and old options. It seemed the system had pulled me to a side totally opposed to death.

Well, the choice was still obvious. With a nod, I chose the option that best suited my interests.

Congratulations, you are now a summoner!

First skill available:

Summon wolf

Summon a small wolf to be your comp-

Error. System error. Reprogramming skill.

Summon Goblin

Summon a small goblin, which will follow you to death. Summoning limit: one.

That didn't make sense. In all my millennia of experience, I had never seen the system get confused. It seemed that a death come back to life actually struck at the prevailing order. I sighed deeply and looked at Gwen. She and Wizzy were staring at me eagerly, anxious for information.

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"We don't have time to waste. I will need to abandon my form temporarily. It's not compatible with human classes," I said.

"What, you're not going to tell us which class you chose, you bastard?" the human asked, gratuitously offending me. I almost preferred it when she was unconscious.

"Hohohoho, the good old summoner," Wizzy said, excitedly. "Looks like someone's going to have a killer adventure."

Without giving the two lunatics much of a leash, I packed my things and prepared to leave.

"Creature. Do you know where the nearest village with a guild is? We need to figure out a way for me to share my XP bonuses with you."

"The village of Stoneshard should do. It's a medium-sized town with a low-traffic guild," she replied. Her intonation implied that there was more than logic in choosing that location. But it wasn't as if I had a better idea.

"Wait, take this," Wizzy said. He handed me a bag that carried far more weight than physics allowed. An item capable of changing dimensions.

"I put several books I have on invocation in it. This is a common class for humans, but difficult to master. You will soon understand why."

I thanked her, took Gwen by the arm, and teleported us to the outskirts of the village. If there was one thing I would miss, it was unlimited temporal locomotion. That, and the baths in the valley of death. My skin was already weeping from the temporary absence of those wonderful rivers.

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"What is your class?"

"I'm a rogue!" Gwen replied.

The stealth class little matched her, in my opinion. She was a creature who made unnecessary noise, and seemed completely unaware of the concept of subtlety.

Anyway, better to play with the cards on the table than to imagine another utopian formation.

Before we entered the city, I would have to make the change. I selected the change to the summoning class, and confirmed the option. Before long my entire body was covered in a dark mist, which began to magically fill skin to my bones. The process ended as soon as it began.

"Wow, you are old," Gwen said, looking at me in a startled manner.

"Did you honestly expect something else?"

"Look, by your humor, you should be a few years older," she said, showing me her tongue. "Your appearance is that of a forty-year-old. Even your hair is already gray. We'll need to buy new clothes for you, too."

I looked down. It seemed that the change had only affected my body, so that the clothes were still intact. "Well, I suppose walking around looking like a grim reaper is not a smart move. Let's get going. I'll buy something in the middle of the way."

After a quick stop at a small store, I bought simple robes and kept walking. Surprisingly, even pieces of cloth had a high added value. Even the poor-quality ones.

"I told you I had no money."

"No, you didn't. Our luck was that the salesmen found that the fabric was from another world," I replied.

It turned out that the town of Stoneshard was quite busy. Long avenues with cobblestone sidewalk were crowded with passers-by. The cacophony of iron being forged mingled with the images of colorful spells being used, hoping to attract customers.

"Come on my sweet, for you I have something that will affect you to the bone," said a young woman with deep eyes and blonde hair.

Ignoring all the requests from the desperate salesmen, and a number of Gwen's requests, we moved on without interruption. The local guild did justice to the rest of the city. It was not overly imposing, but neither was it derisory. Perfect.

"I would like to register a new guild, please," I said to the woman at the counter.

Guilds were like communities bound together by a social contract. Various options could be specified, such as how to share loot and XP. In this case, my main interest was to share my XP with the human. The less time I suffered, the better.

"Of course sir... Bonny young?"

I sighed deeply. It seemed that the system was unnecessarily displeased with my coming to the land of the living.

"Yes. How can we choose the options?"

"Fill out the form and everything will be fine. Uh, and we have the fee too. But I'm sure it won't be anything for you," the girl said, while blinking in a feeble attempt at seduction.

After selecting the full sharing options, we came to the most cherished part of the discussion.

"We will NOT call ourselves between life and death," said Gwen, absolutely livid at my suggestion.

"Maybe adhering a little to the humor of the system will help us get off the glue," I said.

After much discussion, we came to a consensus. The name of our guild would be 'between bones and daggers'. A choice that left everyone relatively satisfied.

"Thank you very much sir!" said the receptionist, as she accepted our request. It turned out that I needed to sell the rest of my old robes to afford the fees. I hope it was a good investment.

"Hey, half-human."

"Hmmm."

"Do you have money for the rooms?"

"Aha!" I knew that the whole helping me evolve thing was a lie. You just want my body, and for free!"

"I'm serious, creature," I said, weariness stamping in my voice. It seems that leaving my old class behind has reduced all my attributes. I would again need to evolve my body. Well, not exactly again. Reapers already start at level cap. I don't know how I came into existence. I just remember existing, and existing to kill.

"For one night I have. But tomorrow we'll have to start making money. Maybe it would be a good idea to pick up some quest at the tavern. We can level up and get money at the same time."

I was left with no other option but to agree.

Getting money was indeed a killer.