Outside of the prosperous capital city of Kruel, with its massive stone walls, the entire city seemed to be surrounded by massive fields growing food for its ever-expanding population of 100,000. Past the fields were even larger fields of green, the timber surrounding the city having long been cut down to build more housing. Among these green fields, there were a few long stretches of bare dirt where travelers would make their way to and from the city. If one were to follow these rough dirt roads they would come across the occasional horse-drawn carriage and eventually some rural towns.

These towns had also cleared out parts of the forest for about a hundred to five hundred feet depending on the size of the town and the amount of building material it needed. Continuing down these roads even further, near the borders of the Kingdom of Krael lies a small village, surrounded by thick woods, with a small population of fifty people. Inside of this village, a young man was just turning 12 years old, and a priest from the capital had come for his calling ceremony. The young man in question, Naurius, was still fast asleep in bed. He hadn’t been able to sleep until early in the morning, being too stressed about what calling he would get. He had always dreaded work and wanted a calling that could simply let him laze about and not have to worry about anything.

His mother burst into the room and pulled the blanket off of him, waking him up with a start. She wore a look on her face that said she was not impressed with the fact that he had slept in like this. His ceremony was in just 20 minutes, on the other side of the village and he hadn't even gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, or cleaned himself up yet! Naurius, after being so rudely awakened, scowled at whoever had just ruined his blissful sleep, until he realized that it was his mother, of course. After that, he immediately jumped out of bed as his memories slowly organized themselves through the fog of morning grogginess. He rushed past his mother without even thinking and got his clothes before making his way to the yard and quickly cleaning himself off.

After only 10 minutes he was cleaned, dressed, and ready to go to his calling ceremony. His mother stopped him before he left looking him over, making sure that his appearance was suitable. His short, light black hair with traces of pale yellow was neatly lined up and combed, and his smooth and slim face was clean and without dirt. His golden eyes with their scattered sparkles of green were clear, with no remaining sign of morning fog. His outfit fit nicely on his thin frame that looked more and more like it would grow into a build like his father's. His mother nodded satisfied, neither of Naurius’s parents were quite sure where he got his looks from. In all honesty, when he dressed properly and cleaned up right, he looked like he could be the heir to some royal family. His eyes especially drew everyone's attention.

They were a rare, bright golden color that had spots of emerald green within them. A sign that he was touched by mana even before his birth. When he was born, the whole town nearly erupted in celebration. To be touched by mana like that meant the person would gain a grand and rare calling. With a gentle nod, his mother brushed one final strand of hair to the side and started to walk in front of him leading him to the town center where the ceremony would be held. As the two walked out of their house, which many in the city would call a hovel, the familiar smell of manure hit their noses. The only way the people in the village got by was by raising cattle and selling the meat to nearby towns. Sadly, even Naurius, the only child in the entire village, also had to roll up his sleeves and work.

Once he was five years old, for example, he started helping to move the hay around for the cattle to eat. Naurius, perhaps because of this, was not fond of hard work and usually found excuses and reasons to avoid it. This led to him having a skinnier frame than he otherwise would have, but despite the small frame, he was pound for pound stronger than most other children his age. After a short five-minute walk the duo arrived at the center of the village where everyone was waiting for them to arrive. The entire village was practically shaking with excitement to know what calling Naurius would receive. The priest however wore a look that spoke of his blatant disgust for the village and that he felt like it was an absolute chore for him to even be here at all. His white robe was stained at the bottom from the mud on the roads that came from recent rain storms hitting the area.

The priest put up his hand, stopping Naurius’ mother from stepping up onto the platform. It was a marble platform with strange runes inscribed all around the outer edges. Any town, city, or village had at least one of these platforms, the platform would typically be activated by a prayer from a priest or a mage. Upon activation, the priest or mage would act as a conduit and channel the mana in the environment. The mana would be drawn in through the mage or priest, flow through the runes, go into the person receiving their calling and then display the calling sign to everyone present. Once Naurius was on top of the platform the priest put out his arms and began his prayer that channeled mana, activating the platform.

As the mana flowed into Naurius, he felt a relaxing and cool sensation flow through his entire body, but also as if this thing flowing into him were alive and looking at every part of him, trying to find something specific. Eventually, the mana reached his eyes and head, when it did the cool sensation suddenly changed, it turned warm. This was normal and Naurius knew what to expect from what his mother told him. Some of the more potent callings would even cause the mana to become painful to bear. This appeared to be the case for poor Naurius as well, he was never a very hard worker and his pain tolerance was nothing to write home about.

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When the mana became uncomfortable his face changed and scrunched up slightly. The priest raised an eyebrow, interested in seeing just what rare calling this child from a village in the middle of nowhere would get. Soon that interest turned to astonishment and then concern. Naurius had started sweating and clutching his head from the pain. He was trying not to cry so as to not embarrass himself and keep up his manners in front of the priest. But soon the pain got even worse, now it felt like he was being burned alive from the inside out! He fell to the floor curling into a ball and sobbing before, finally, the mana left his body and displayed several symbols. Yes, several. The priest jumped in fright, this was a rare event.

It wasn't unheard of for one to be given multiple callings and have to choose from one of them. But what he saw in front of him was definitely something that had only happened a handful of times throughout history. There were eight calling signs being displayed on the platform. EIGHT! The priest was absolutely flabbergasted and was suddenly happy that he drew the short straw to come out to this no-name village. To the priest, this spelled a possible promotion in his temple as long as he oversaw this event right. However, right now was not the time to be stunned or lost in his greed. He needed to explain each profession to the young man in front of him, record down the young man's name, and finally bring him out of this village for training!

In cases of people with multiple callings they could choose from, they were always taken to the church or a mages tower based on which one they chose. The priest spoke up and explained to Naurius.

“Young man, congratulations! You have the choice between eight callings, truly a blessing from the gods above! Of the eight choices in front of you, they all seem to be rather uncommon or rare callings! Let's see here, we have, Architect, Engineer, Researcher, City Planner, Landscaper, Mathematician, Carpenter, and lastly we have… Fusion? Young man, I’ve never heard of this Fusion one before. Allow me to consult my guidebook briefly, it should have the answers inside of it.”

Naurius was getting up off of the ground and making sense of everything the priest just said. When he stood up fully though, he tripped. He fell to the side and into the “Fusion” symbol floating in the air. With that, all of the calling symbols suddenly rushed over into the fusion symbol. When they did they all seemed to be merging together forming something new. The priest stopped on a particular page in his book right at this moment, he had found the entry for the fusion symbol.

“Fusion: if there are two or more symbols other than this one they will all merge together to create a different and completely unique calling. There have been exactly eleven cases of fusion being chosen in history and each time it is chosen something appears that is never before seen in history.”

The priest looked up from his book and saw Naurius falling into the fusion symbol and then through it, onto the ground, as he lost his balance. Then, the priest watched with bated breath as something that was totally unique throughout history was about to appear in front of him. Slowly the symbols formed together and made up the words “World Sculptor (Novice).” The priest was dumbstruck once more - an evolving class! These were rare, but since this was the result of a fusion, it should be expected. An evolving class, while at first would be weak and oftentimes useless, would more often than not evolve into something grand at the later stages.

The World Sculptor symbol then floated down and went into Naurius’s forehead and merged with him. The selection was complete, a world sculptor, whatever that was, had been born! The priest was ecstatic, he picked Naurius up off of the ground again smiling ear to ear. He spoke up again, looking happily at the young man in front of him - his golden ticket to becoming a higher-ranked priest!

“Young man, could you please tell me your name so it, as well as your profession, can be recorded down? My name is Valen, and I will be your guide if you choose to be taught at the church. If you choose to receive teachings from the mages tower however I will only lead you as far as the nearest tower and leave you in their hands.”

Naurius was still dizzy and trying to understand everything that had just happened and couldn't even think well enough to form coherent words. He had a splitting migraine from the ridiculous amount of information that just entered his mind! He now seemed to know advanced math, way beyond anything he even knew existed, how to structure and plan a city. How to properly conduct research and so much more that it simply made no sense to him. He knew that when one got a calling that information and knowledge would be poured into their heads. However this was simply too much, Naurius’ mother saw him struggling and spoke for him.

“My son has clearly just had a lot of information poured into his mind and is feeling overwhelmed, Mr. Valen. This isn't unusual for even common or uncommon classes, let alone what I suspect was a legendary class just now. Please allow my son some rest before bombarding him with so much more information than he already has to deal with!

Valen lowered his head and even blushed in shame. In his excitement, he had completely forgotten that the sheer volume of information the young man in front of him must have received just now. He was likely experiencing a migraine like no other that anyone who had had their awakening could imagine. If he understood the Fusion symbol right, then he just received the information for eight different professions. Just one legendary profession usually left one bedridden for at least a full day before they could move around again. The mere fact that this child had remained conscious was no small miracle. He nodded his head and backed away, letting the young man's mother carefully guide him back home.