Gale carefully examines the class options before him: Archer, Tank, Warrior, Berserker, Mage, Healer, Contractor, Plunderer, and Shadow.
He glances over each and reads their descriptions.
Archer — A long-range damage dealer who primarily uses bows and guns. Said to have pinpoint accuracy and speed like lightning.
Mage — A wielder of logic and arcane knowledge, casting spells that bring destruction into the material world. From mana to math, they specialize in devastating area damage.
Tank — A frontline protector, using their massive bodies to shield allies from harm. They wield colossal weapons and shields fit for their towering frames.
Warrior — A purebred fighter. The only class that blends both mana manipulation and martial technique.
Berserker — A battlefield tyrant. Their rage fuels their strength, turning pain into power.
Healer — A beacon of life. These mythical figures restore the wounded and are revered as living miracles.
Contractor — A master of binding. They forge deadly pacts with others—contracts that carry fatal consequences when broken.
Shadow — A figure veiled in mystery. They move silently in the dark, watching, waiting, never to be seen.
Plunderer — A thief of the impossible. They steal skills from the void, from others, and from the cracks between realities. A class built on theft and chaos.
Gale clicks on Plunderer.
This class is probably the most useful. Imagine having everyone's skills...
Just then, a loud crash echoes behind him. Spinning around, he sees a kobold shattering glass with its claws, charging at him with wild fury.
It leaps—Gale catches it mid-air and hurls it against the wall.
The kobold rebounds fast, sinking its claws into his leg. Screaming in pain, Gale kicks it off, flesh tearing from his calf. The kobold crashes into a vase on the nightstand. Desperate, Gale stumbles toward a chest.
"PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING!" he yells.
He grabs a dagger and hurls it. It barely misses. The kobold catches it—now wielding it like a sword. It lunges again.
Gale grabs the creature by its head and slams it into the floor. He snatches the dagger, spins it in his hand, and drives it into the kobold.
[Notification: You have obtained 1 Point.]
Gale pants, shaking.
What does a point do...?
He opens his status window. Points can be used to upgrade stats—but he decides to hold off.
Looking down, he sees the kobold's fur soaked in blood. His hands are stained crimson. The back of his leg is torn open, his clothes soaked in gore. He collapses, stuffing a blanket into his mouth as the adrenaline fades.
Tears stream down his face—agony and fear flooding in. But then... a twisted, sadistic smile forms.
Pulling himself up, he examines the dagger:
"Worn and Torn Dagger" — Rank F-
Gale scoffs.
"What the fck... why is this useless fcking cr*p coming out of these chests?"
He tosses it into his inventory.
No need for that trash.
He glances out the window, thinking:
Is the son of that guy okay...? I should probably check.
He heads out and makes his way quickly to a nearby house. Inside, he finds a bruised boy.
"Who did that?" Gale asks.
The boy answers, "Dad did. He said I was misbehaving."
Gale clenches his jaw.
Glad that worthless piece of sht is dead.*
"You're Ryan, right?" Gale asks.
"YEAH! THAT'S MY NAME!" Ryan beams. "I'M ALSO THIS MANY!" He holds up eight fingers.
Gale pats his head. "We have to stay quiet for now. Can you do that?"
Ryan nods and whispers, "Yes!"
They go upstairs. Gale pulls out rolled bandages to patch up his leg. Ryan waits in the hallway.
Crash.
A window shatters. A dire wolf bursts through, clamping Ryan in its jaws.
Ryan's body is bitten into, instantly rag dolled, slammed into the walls—then thrown to the ground, lifeless and bloodied. Deep, serrated teeth marks mar his chest.
Gale freezes, staring in horror.
The dire wolf snarls. Their eyes lock.
It lunges. Gale tries to dodge—but his wounded leg won't let him. The jaws of the beast close around his head.
Darkness.
Gale wakes up.
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