Emily opened the door, preparing to fight, but what she found was a ledge a half meter away. Hearing growling and the sounds of magical weapons discharge, Emily cautiously looked over the ledge. Emily eyes widened in surprise, two stories below her a cave with revealed, that held mithril walls and glowing pools of liquid mana, but that was not what surprised Emily. Almost directly below Emily was Dire shadow wolf, clearly Tier 3, and it was held down by a metal net. The net was attached to eight runic posts driven into the rock floor, each discharging powerful electric shocks to keep the wolf form escaping. Two fully armored knights were on either side of it while a noble looking youth was using enchanted wand to blast the trapped wolf.
‘So this is how nobles power level’ Emily thought. It did not surprise her that the nobles used such methods; they had the money and wealth to easily afford to accelerate their leveling.
What did surprise her was that she clearly was past the thirtieth floor. Levels 1 through 10 were Tier 1 floors while levels 11 through 30 held Tier 2 monsters, passed that Tier 3 monsters become more and more frequent. At first there were only 1 or 2 Tier 3 but then more and more started appearing until after level 50 they were all Tier 3 monsters. The last 10 levels held high level Tier 3s that were almost Tier 4s until the last level which held a dozen Tier 4s that you had to fight your way through to get to the finally Tier 5 monster.
As she watched the slaughter go on, the knights would pour mana fluid into reservoirs at the base of the runic posts at regular intervals. The made since as the power needed to continue shocking the monster had to be enormous.
After an hour of steadily whittling away at the wolf the noble made a deadly mistake. As his guards were busy felling the runic posts the noble had gotten either overconfident or bored and walked up to the monster. The shadow wolf seeing his tormenter close by growled then coughed out a shadow bolt.
Panicking the youth backpedaled and tripped on a rock. Slamming backwards the wand in his hand went off, unerring striking a runic post’s reservoir of mana setting off a massive explosion.
The chain explosions as each runic post’s mana went off so fast no one had any time to move or even register what was happening. Still that was not the end of it; the exploding mana reached the mana pools and what had been a massive explosion turned into an almost nuclear blast.
Emily was more than thirty feet up when the blast reached her, picking her up and slamming her into the roof of the cave, Emily started falling into the cavern. Smaller explosions were still going off, which ironically enough saved her life, a blast slowed her just enough that she did not die instantly when she smashed into the floor.
Stunned Emily looked at her status.
Emily Warden L9
HP 31/242
MP 5167/846
SP 23/564
Status Effects: ???? Sickness/ Broken Bones/ Severe Organ Damage/ Severe Internal Bleeding/ Severe Burns
Emily blinked at the mana numbers that surpassed her total mana. Looking at her status effects she figured the ???? sickness was responsible for that. Emily was worse off than she had been when she first woke up in this world.
Groaning Emily tried to move but let out a short scream as the pain she felt intensified into searing agony. Panting she felt tears running down her face, she would have tried to get the lesser heath potion but she had given that away, she would have tried for her hidden bag, were there was one greater heath potion, but her armor was melted too much, Emily was glad the heavy armor had not melted all the way through, turning her head slowly Emily looked around for an idea of what to do. As her heath slowly ticked down she found that amazingly enough, only a few meters away, was the noble kid, his burnt, smoking body, smelling of charred meat, made her want gag.
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Groaning, clinching her teeth, Emily rolled over and started to drag her dying body toward the noble, the few seconds it took seemed like years. Getting to the body Emily unceremoniously started pawing at the body. Emily quickly found the noble’s bag of holding, relieving her worries that one of the knights had it. Going through it, she discarded coins, magic wands, two ascension crystals, and dozen of potions until she found three greater healing potions. Emily downed each potion, then laid on her back, recovering and watching her heath go up. It went halfway and stopped, all her status effects cured accept for the ???? sickness.
Still extremely weak form the damage she received and the toll the potions took while healing her, Emily watched in dismay as her heath slowly went back down. Distracting Emily form her slow death, she heard a weak growl. Moving her head slowly, her eyes landed on the Tier 3 shadow wolf, that should have been very much died, instead was slowing getting up.
Panicked Emily grabbed one of the wands she pulled from the noble’s bag. Pointing it at the wolf, Emily started firing it as fast as she could, when the charges emptied Emily throw it away and picked up another. Emily went through half a dozen magic wands before the wolf finally died. It would have died anyway form its wounds but not before killing Emily.
Sighing Emily slumped back down, too tired to even read the prompt that had appeared on the monsters death. After a moment to gather herself, Emily looked at her status screen and saw her heath was at 79 points. Sighing again in despair, Emily blinked, then read her screen again, not fully comprehending it, she read it over and over, until it finally registered, Emily had reached level 25.
This did not stop her impending death, but there was a glimmer of hope, a hope that had astronomical odds of working, but hope.
Without farther thought Emily grabbed one of the ascension crystals and activated it.
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Emily found herself back in her and her father’s house. Even through Emily could stay in this place for days and no time would pass out in the real world Emily still almost ran to her computer in her office. Emily did not know if any class could save her but she had to try. Booting up her computer felt like an eternity, until the screen displayed the shield with crossed sword and wand. Wanting to hold her breath, Emily clicked on the program and watched it load. This time there were dozens of grayed out pixel art surrounding the colored pixel of herself.
Hovering the mouse pointer on each grayed out pixel art, Emily saw different classes she could take. There was a slew of weapons class, form swordsmen to archer to unarmed warrior, there were dozens of production classes she could take, form farmer to engineer, Emily was getting desperate as she went through all the classes, searching desperately for a class that might have chance at saving her.
Emily found what she was searching for below the main pixel art of herself.
“It is actually here! A mage class!” Emily shouted in joy.
In the thousands upon thousands of books Emily had read there had not been even a hint this was possible, if you did not receive a mage class on your first ascension it would be forever locked out to you. Emily had used the ascension stone without really believing this would be possible but she had to at least try. Emily almost clicked on it automatically but a few choices were still remaining.
‘Monk mage? Scholar mage?”
The options puzzled Emily. The Tier 1 Monk mage had flaming hands, showing this class had body buffs, the Tier 1 Scholar mage had books floating around her, which did not give Emily any indication at what kind of magic the class had. Finally Emily came to the last two.
‘Runic mage. Runic mage scholar?’
Both classes intrigued Emily; these classes were probably only available because of her runic scholar and dedicated scholar title. The Tier 1 Runic mage held a glowing orb that looked to have faint runes inside. The Tier 1 Runic mage scholar looked to be the same but with an added book in its other hand.
‘So the choices are mage, runic mage, or runic mage scholar’
Emily did not know for sure if a magic class would save her but her dangerously high mana level, that surpassed her own magic points, clearly meant the ???? sickness had to be an overload of mana in her system. Also the fact that it was exploding mana fluid and that just confirmed she needed to be a mage to have any hope of living through this.
Looking at the three choices available, Emily discarded the mage class. If she knew just what her magical affinities were she might have considered the class but without knowing she would not take the chance. Affinities directly affected your future class choices and you only found out your affinities after you received a mage class, besides there were more prestigious classes to choose form.
“So runic mage or runic mage scholar”
Said out load the choice was easy, Emily had always been a scholar at heart, coming to a world filled with monsters had not changed that. Emily clicked on her destiny.
“Runic Mage Scholar.”