Inside the classroom, the buzz of excitement filled the air as students chattered about the highly anticipated Awakening Ceremony.

Finally, the day they had all been waiting for had arrived—the day when they would discover their destined class.

The classroom was abuzz with conversations and eager anticipation.

"Are you excited for the Awakening Ceremony?" asked a student with heavy makeup.

"Yes! We'll finally find out which class we belong to." replied another student wearing glasses.

"I wonder what class I'll get." mused a student engrossed in their phone.

"As long as I don't end up as a tank, I'll be happy." remarked another student flipping through a textbook.

Amidst the excitement, there was a lone student who stood apart from the rest. Henley, the quiet and indifferent student, didn't share the same level of enthusiasm for the upcoming ceremony.

His friend Charles approached him, curiosity evident in his voice. "Hey, Henley! Aren't you excited for later? You always seem indifferent."

Henley looked at Charles, contemplating his response before scratching the back of his head. "Why should I be excited? It's just the Awakening Ceremony."

Charles was at a loss for words. Henley's unique and calm demeanor always set him apart from the others.

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man.

"Class, settle down!" shouted the teacher, commanding silence.

"This is the day you've all been waiting for—the Awakening Ceremony. Today, your lives will change as you discover your destined class. Congratulations to all of you for making it this far." the teacher announced with a warm smile.

The room erupted in applause and tears of joy flowed freely.

"Now, line up by height and head towards the covered court of our school. That's where the Awakening Ceremony will take place." the teacher instructed.

The students promptly stood up, forming a line, except for Henley, who remained calm, his hands casually tucked in his trouser pockets.

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They lived in the world of Fucarias, a place forever changed by the arrival of the Tower and its otherworldly enemies, the other-worlders.

In preparation for the ongoing wars, all 18-year-olds were required to undergo the Awakening Ceremony to awaken their class and venture into the Tower to level up.

The classes were divided into seven: Warrior, Shooter, Assassin, Tank, Wizard, Healer, and Necromancer.

As Charles nudged Henley, trying to contain his laughter, he whispered, "Pay attention, Henley. Our esteemed principal is about to speak."

Henley smiled, his gaze fixed on the stage where a chubby man stood beside a table adorned with a red fabric.

On the table sat a crystal ball emanating a mysterious light and energy—a Magical Crystal Ball used to awaken a person's class.

"Simply place your palm on top of this Magical Crystal Ball, and when you feel the extraordinary energy, it means you have awakened your class." the principal explained in a lengthy speech.

The crystal ball changed color, indicating the respective class:

Blue for Fighter.

Brown for Tank.

Orange for Shooter.

Yellow for Healer.

Red for Wizard.

Black for Assassin.

Violet for Necromancer.

One by one, the students ascended the stage, their hands touching the crystal ball.

"Zhuen Jones, Tank!"

"Harry Davies, Fighter!"

"Amara Holland, Shooter!"

Fighter, Tank, and Shooter were the most common classes found throughout Fucarias.

Next came a strikingly beautiful girl exuding an icy aura.

Lara Holland, the eldest child and heir of the renowned Holland Family known for producing exceptional wizards, stepped forward.

"Lara Holland, Wizard!"

The principal, watching from the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, there was someone with a rare class in the school.

Wizard, Healer, and Assassin were considered rare and highly valuable classes in combat.

The Necromancer class, on the other hand, was shrouded in legend, possessed by only a few individuals worldwide, estimated to be no more than a thousand.

Finally, it was Henley's turn to approach the stage and place his hand on the crystal ball.

Unlike the nervous and excited students before him, Henley calmly ascended the stage, his attention solely focused on the crystal ball.

"Student, don't be nervous. Place your palm on top of this crystal ball." the teacher said.

As Henley contemplated his desired class, he weighed the strengths and weaknesses of each option.

A Fighter excelled in short-range combat but struggled in long-range battles.

A Shooter thrived in long-range combat but faltered in close-quarters encounters.

A Tank could absorb enemy damage but lacked offensive capabilities.

An Assassin mastered sneak attacks but faced challenges in direct combat.

A Healer was a supportive class, proficient in aiding allies but not in combat.

And a Wizard possessed powerful attack spells but became useless once their mana depleted.

As for the Necromancer, it seemed an unattainable dream, with no descriptions to be found in any books.

Lost in his thoughts, Henley's gaze remained fixed on the crystal ball until the teacher's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Student?" she called out, noticing his quiet contemplation.

Henley took a deep breath, refocused, and placed his palm on top of the crystal ball.

"Eh?"

Seconds ticked by, but nothing happened.

The color of the crystal ball remained unchanged.

Henley removed his palm, a tinge of disappointment washing over him. However, he harbored no real interest in the classes. His sole purpose was to help the orphanage.

"Student, try placing your palm on the crystal ball once again. If it still doesn't work, we can continue your Awakening Ceremony another day." the teacher suggested, her confusion evident.

Unperturbed by the lack of a class, Henley thought to himself, 'I don't have a class anyway, so there's no need to repeat it. Why bother so much?'

He nodded in agreement, placing his palm on the crystal ball once more. This time, as his palm connected with the ball's surface, a blinding array of colorful lights burst forth, forcing everyone except Henley to shield their eyes.

What in the world is happening?

The brilliance of the light grew, engulfing the surroundings until it transformed into a transparent blue screen that swiftly approached Henley. Instinctively, he closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, Henley felt no discomfort as the light entered his forehead.

When he finally opened his eyes, the only words he heard were, "Henley, Assassin!"