[Name: Quinlan Noir]
[Race: Primordial]
[Title: -]
[Primordial Level: 9. XP 17/816 → 632/816]
[Primary Class: Assassin lvl 7 → 8]
[Secondary Classes:
– Slave Master lvl 7 → 8
– Warrior lvl 9 → 10
– Thief lvl 2]
[Vitality: 29]
[Strength: 25]
[Agility: 29] (26 + 10%)
[Intelligence: 18]
[Wisdom: 18]
[Unused Skill Points: 19]
[Unused Attribute Points: 15]
No Primordial Level up, but I still got a good XP haul. freёweɓnovel.com
Suddenly, something new and unexpected enters my vision.
[You’ve reached Warrior level 10. Warrior specializations become unlockable at this milestone, see the unlockable evolved classes by selecting ‘Unused Skill Points’. The Warrior class will evolve into the selected class, thus only one can be chosen.]
I do as instructed and find dozens of unlockable classes.
Swordsman, Duelist, Knight, Spearman, Lancer, Pikeman, Dragoon, Axeman, Skullcrusher, Hammer Lord, Shieldbearer and many-many more.
They all seem to be Rare Classes, sadly none are Unique, though. The system didn’t provide me with an OP class this time around like it did with Primordial Villain. Perhaps if I select one of these and level it up enough…
But I can’t really make a decision since I just told myself that I would put the spear down and look for a better weapon. I decide to ask my beautiful Wikipedia. “Ayame?”
All I receive is an angry growl. She seems to be a bit annoyed with me for some reason?
“It’s about something else this time, so relax, young lady. I reached Warrior level 10 and I can select from like 30 Rare Classes to evolve it into. Is this normal?”
“You what?!” She cries suddenly. “Weren’t you level 7 just the other day?!”
“Yeah, and I was level 0 five days ago. What’s your point?” I question the flabbergasted girl smugly.
“I will never get used to this rate of progression…!” She shakes her head as if trying to wake herself up from a bad dream. When she sees that she is, in fact, not waking up, she sighs and continues, “also, 30 Rare Classes?! Show me, I simply refuse to believe you!”
I chuckle at her adorable antics and we go into a well hidden alley. I do wish to retain my privacy, after all. Only primordials can summon their status screens for others to see according to our knowledge so bringing it out in the middle of a busy street might not be the greatest idea.
Once Ayame confirms that I wasn’t pulling her leg she lets out another, even more defeated sigh. “Haaah… To answer your question, no, this isn’t normal, Quinlan. Warrior is a placeholder jack of all trades class that is specifically designed so that people can experiment without having to specialize early.
The classes one can unlock upon leveling it to 10 are supposed to be specializations towards which they have the highest natural affinities based on their prior experiences. But you… you can choose from all evolved Warrior classes that I know of… Well, at least Samurai isn’t here, thank the Goddess… Still, what an anomaly you are…”
“Hehe, thanks.”
“I wasn’t praising you!” She snarls rather cutely.
“So were you a Warrior too at the beginning?”
“… Yes. Us migrants from the eastern continent are the only ones who can evolve into a Samurai class, you could consider it as our bloodline privilege. However, the local Swordsman class is not strictly inferior or superior, I would say it is equal in its strength, the Samurai class just has a unique flavor that sets us apart from the many sword users.”
“I see. Since your class is already level 14, is it safe to assume that your Warrior class’s level gets brought over to its evolved one?”
“Yes, Warrior is one of the few classes that have this strange characteristic. There are many theories as to the why, but no decisive conclusions have been reached as of yet. That is unless the scholars found an answer in my year-long captivity, of course.”
“Thanks for the clarifications. I suppose I will just not think about it for the time being, I can’t make this decision without experimenting with all kinds of weapon types, after all.”
After wrapping up our discussion, we head over to ‘Garen’s Monster Materials and Curiosities.’ As we step inside, the jingle of a small bell heralds our arrival. Garen, the shopkeeper, emerges from behind the counter, his face lighting up with a mix of surprise and delight.
“You’ve actually kept your word?” He asks while grinning from ear to ear. “I half-expected you to vanish into the ether and leave me hanging.”
I was going to. Your sob story about your Fujimori servant grandmother sadly captivated my companion and pulled at her heartstrings masterfully.
Naturally, I don’t say that out loud.
Ayame sets our bulging backpack onto the counter with a resounding thud. The clasp is barely holding the seams together. With a swift flick, she opens it, revealing the bounty of monster drops we’ve amassed from five grueling floors of the labyrinth. Slime cores tumble out, glistening like wet jewels. Wolf fangs and claws spill over, sharp and menacing.
Kobold skulls clatter, their hollow eyes eerily empty. Crane feathers cascade down, iridescent and delicate.
Garen’s eyebrows shoot up, his gaze sweeping over the collection with awe. “Well, I’ll be…” he murmurs. He is momentarily speechless.
Ayame and I exchange a look with smug expressions. We’ve worked hard for this haul. Even Ayame had to put her life on the line by the final boss fight.
Quickly regaining his composure, Garen leans in, inspecting each item with the keen interest of a seasoned collector. His initial shock gives way to a business-like scrutiny, mentally calculating the worth of our impressive pile.
“You mean to tell me you took down all five floors and their bosses in one go? You two are something else.”
I switch Merchant in as my Secondary Class and activate [Lesser Bartering]. “We did promise we’d be back, and we also assured you that you’d benefit from buying our haul at a small premium. We’re here to make good on that promise.” I say shamelessly. If I did end up being true to my word, albeit involuntarily, then I might as well remind him of it.
