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Name: John
Title: Summoned Hero*
Class: None
General Skills:
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Language of men - Lvl 10 - PassiveYou could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
Identify Lvl 5 - Active
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Special Skills:
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Hide Presence Lvl 2 - Active
Void Walker Lvl 1 - Passive
Blessing of Forgotten Gods Lvl 5 - Passive
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Status:
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Vitality: 17
Endurance: 23
Strength: 20
Dexterity: 21
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 52
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Health: 42/50
Stamina: 8/20
Mana: 100/100
I''d improved.
My Strength had gone up after killing the wolf, and my Endurance increased after carrying Gregory''s body back to the cliff. In light of how horrible the events of the day had been, it seemed that I was being rewarded for my suffering.
Rewarded for the first time in awhile, I recognized.
Yet still: no class.
Most of my attributes were over twenty, though. From what I''d gathered, that was important.
Then again: my vitality was lower. Was that the problem?
Maybe.
Rationally I felt as though there had to be some sort of class for my current attributes. Quite a few of the others in my group had gotten a class with a few of their attributes lacking. Mars had gotten her Brawler class, and she hadn''t had everything past twenty at the time. So, maybe it was the event which triggered it, that I needed?
Killing a monster really wasn''t enough?
I felt outraged at that.
If killin a monster wasn''t enough, then what the hell was? The thought, alone, almost made me angry enough to reach for the bottle a second time. Instead, though, I let out a long sigh.
As if I were releasing steam, I let myself drop back down, until I was completely on the floor.
There had to be some sort of explanation.
Was it indecision? Some sort of mental trigger I was missing, or lacking commitment for?
It wasn''t as though I hadn''t tried. I''d worked myself to the bone, spent hours upon hours in the training yard... when I thought back to everything I''d done back among the Golden Wing company, all the things I remembered: there was only one statement which really stood out.
What was it, that Kepler had told us that day?
"Shame we''re not a company of Mages."
I''d thought about that, more than once. He''d meant it in a mocking way, but that didn''t mean it wasn''t relevant.
Mage.
I knew that was a class. Probably a powerful one, if what had happened to the Golden Wing camp that last night was any indication. Those fire spells were nothing to joke about. Even compared to weapons on Earth, the level of destruction was terrifying.
Could I become a Mage?
When he''d heard our attributes, Kepler had certainly insinuated. Or, at least, he''d seemed to think we''d be a better fit for Mages, than soldiers, but the only time I''d ever seen Mages in-person was when we were still at the castle. The Mercenary Camp didn''t have anyone like that, at least that I remembered. The closest was probably the Healer.
Mana: 100/100
I mean, I had the potential, right there. That''s what mana was... wasn''t it?
Though I had no idea how to put the resource into use, I had to assume it could do something for me. For whatever reason, though, my [Hide Presence] skill didn''t seem to need any, and I didn''t know anything else that resembled a spell, aside from [Identify] which clearly didn''t use mana either. Or, if it did, it was negligible.
I let out another sigh.
I''d already gone over this subject in my head, at least a dozen times. It never helped. Revisiting, without any more information to help me solve the problem, was just going to drive me mad.
Clearly, if becoming a Mage was something I could just "will" into reality, I would have already done so.
Until then...
Class: None
If I was going to survive in this world, was I really going to have to keep doing this?
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Fighting monsters, killing things... I wondered, laying there.
Title: Summoned Hero*