Dean walked through the gate into what looked like a bright white room. He looked around and only saw one figure, a girl. It was the girl. Dean turned and approached her. She returned around and gave a wide smile.
“It’s been a while, hasn't it?” she said. Dean just looked at her. He didn’t know what to feel. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean asked.
“Is it that important?” Dean went to grab his sword but found that he could not move.
“Quite violent are we?” the girl said, “I haven't even done anything to you and you're trying to attack me?”
“I just want you to leave me alone.”
“And why would I do that, after all, I gave you that power you're using.”
“What?!?” Dean was dumbfounded. This crazy woman gave him his abilities? “Why me?”
“You're the person that my brother chose many millennia ago.”
“I wasn’t even alive back then, so you're lying.”
“HAHAHAHAHA,” the girl laughed hysterically, “Do you think that I’m human or something? I’m a literal fucking god!”
“But it still doesn't make any sense how the guy chose me.” Dean responded calmly, “Unless he could somehow see into the future.”
The girl sighed, “Whatever, fate will pull you to your destination eventually.” She snapped her fingers and a door appeared. It looked like it was made of black iron and was rusty.
“You are free to go,” The girl said. Dean felt he could move again and walked towards the door.
“Wait,” the girl said, “There is one more thing.” Dean turned around.
“My name, It’s Lucifer.” Before Dean could say anything, he was sucked into the door.
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Dean was sucked into what looked like a cathedral. In front of him was the woman who appeared on the first day only this time, she had a pair of wings.
“Congratulations,” she said, “You have passed the trial and gained access to the world of Eden.”
Dean felt unimpressed by what she said, it felt too rehearsed. “That's cool I guess.”
The woman stepped to the side and revealed a small table with a crystal ball on it. “Touch this stone and you will be given one of many classes to accompany you on your journey.” Dean walked up to the stone and put his hand on it. The orb glowed a gray color before it quickly shifted to a bright red.
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“Outstanding,” the woman said, “You got a unique class. You are going to etch your name in history.” Dean smiled and saw a door appear, this time it was white. “Now warrior, go make a name for yourself. Dean sighed and walked through the door.
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Dean was greeted with the sounds of people conversing and yelling. He looked down and saw that the place was a hotel. It looked like people who were also taken away were here ranging from businessmen to school girls. “Hey Dean, over here!” Dean turned toward the yelling and saw Rei waving her hand with the rest of the group. He walked over to their table and sat down. “What class did you get?” Rei asked.
“How do I see it?”
“You look at your stats from your symbol on your hand.”
Dean tapped his hand and looked at his stats
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Name: Dean Ashford
Race: Human
Class: The Jack of all Trades, Tier 1
--Attributes--
--Skills--
[Plague Arrow(Ready to Evolve)]
[Lesser Soul Invigoration: E]
[A Special Kind of Place: E-
--Talents--
[Basic Swordsmanship: B]
--Affinities--
Black Magic, Tier 1
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Dean saw that all of his stats had improved. It was like they were being held back and jumped up to where they were supposed to be. Dean was confused when he saw that Black Arrow was “Ready to Evolve”. He didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded like it was gonna be good.
“My class is The Jack of all Trades,” Dean told Rei.
“Cool, mine is Magic Swordsman,” Rei said, “Stella got Fire Mage, John got Ranger, Riz got Magic Warrior, and Robin got Wizard.”
“Sounds good.”
“We got gifts as well. As you can see, I got a new sword.” Rei lifted what looked to be a longsword. It had a red hilt and a stainless steel blade. “Where’s your gift?”
“The lady didn’t hand me one.”
“Did you check your pockets?” Dean sighed and reached into his pockets, there was something there. He pulled out what looked like black leather gloves. ‘What the hell,’ Dean thought, ‘Why gloves?’
“You should put them on,” Rei said, “A pop-up will tell you what they are if you do.” Dean put on the gloves and a pop-up did indeed appear.
[Gloves of Creation]
-- The Jack was always referred to as a jester because he could not master a skill. Instead, The Jack went traveling looking for a new purpose. The first skill he learned was blacksmithing, creating his first item, a pair of gloves, imbued with the same power as him.--
Dean looked at the message with surprise, ‘It sounds cool, but what do they do?’
“Did you figure it out?” Rei asked.
“Yeah, but I don’t know what they do.”
“The message usually gives a hint as to what they do.” Dean looked at the message again and understood. Dean put the gloves back on and put his magic power into them, creating a sword.
“Whoa, that's pretty cool.” Dean made the sword morph into a pair of knuckle dusters and then a dagger. ‘So that’s what it meant by the same power as him.’
Dean’s thoughts were interrupted by a man walking into the lobby. “Hello everyone,” he said, “I am Richter Eisenhower, the master of the International Fixer Association.