""Ah?! What is this? Have I finally gone crazy?""Derrick looked at the prompt and started to study it. He couldn"t grab it, nor could he make it disappear. Its glow was the sole light in the area.
*BEEP*
[Would you like to take revenge? Yes/No]
Once again, the characters flashed in front him.
""s.h.i.+t... It can"t be worse than what"s happening right now... Yes, I want to take revenge!""
[Selection accepted! Beginning transfer of host in a new body... 10%...33%...71%...94%...100%. Moving Host to a new location on the continent...]
A vortex of light suddenly appeared, clearing the darkness that shrouded him. Everything afterwards went too fast.
Before he could even make sense of what was going on, he slowly opened his eyes. His whole body ached and his brain felt like it was being torn apart, which resulted in one of the worst headache he ever had.
""What the h.e.l.l? Have I really been revived?? Is it my old body? No... This is different...""
His breathing was rough and the intense pain was unbearable. He closed his eyes and started to calm down.
A couple of hours later, when the pain started dissipating, he reopened them.
""So... I was reborn. And... Uh? I"m naked?! Well, it"s a new body, so it would have been weird to already have clothes on...""
There was hardly any light. After observing his surroundings, he deducted that he was in a small cave. Surprisingly, his vision was quite good, and he was able to make sense of a great deal of things around him.
""This new body of mine... Wow... I"ve really done it!""
After finding a small puddle of water that could be used like a mirror, he started inspecting himself. His body was that of a young boy of approximately 10 years old. He still had a st.u.r.dy physique, and he was quite handsome. He was also quite tall.
His old brown hair turned golden and his green eyes now had an unfathomable depth to them. After finis.h.i.+ng his inspections, Derrick grew serious.
""I remember seeing a system of sorts when I was drifting in the dark... where is it now? Has it vanished?""
Without finis.h.i.+ng his train of thoughts, a window appeared in his consciousness.
[System : Nemesis] [Welcome Derrick Tarlin! You have been granted a second opportunity to take your revenge. Here are your current stats]
[Derrick Tarlin, 10 years old]
[Cla.s.s : None]
[Strength : 1.5]
[Agility : 1.0]
[Endurance : 1.0]
[Vitality : 2.0]
[Magic Power : 1.0]
[Traits : Enhanced body, Enhanced vision]
[Skills : Appraisal]
""Well... This is quite interesting... I never thought that I"d get a second chance like this! System, what do those stats mean? What"s a cla.s.s?""
[The stats are based on a common citizen. Values of 1 mean they are on par with them, and every extra point is multiplicative. Your vitality of 2 means it"s twice as good as the average citizen]
[A cla.s.s is a path that you choose to follow and it will grant you skills and traits related to it. You may even create your own skills if your mastery becomes high enough]
""I see... How do I choose a cla.s.s?""
[The system can grant you a list of Cla.s.ses to choose from. Would you like to see it?]
""Yes! Also, show me all their descriptions""
[The system has 5 cla.s.ses to choose from : Necromancer, Sorcerer, Spartan, Hunter and Berserker]
[Necromancer : Specialized practice of dark magic involving communication with the dead – either by summoning their spirits as apparitions or raising them bodily. This cla.s.s will allow you to summon or tame more ent.i.ties the more you grow. It"s a rare and powerful cla.s.s, but it is also despised by the population]
[Sorcerer : Practice of magic involving the different elements of the world, such as water, fire, electricity etc. In the magic world, they are jack-of-all-trades, but master of none. It"s an uncommon cla.s.s. They are respected as scholars who pursue the path of truth and are well viewed wherever they go]
[Spartan : A warrior cla.s.s that has a very high ceiling in terms of military prowess. They are able to master all weapons and develop a keen sense of fighting tactics. Their body strength is next to none, and they possess unparalleled agility. They are common in the general population, but their mastery shown in this cla.s.s is basically nonexistent]
[Hunter : A tracking cla.s.s that specializes itself in its sneaky, highly effective a.s.saults. They are able to display a high level of ingenuity and rarely fight on the front lines. They can be compared to a.s.sa.s.sins. Their tracking ability also evolves with the host each time he succeeds in capturing his prey. Their memory capacity is next to none]
[Berserker : A tank-type cla.s.s that specializes itself in pure, unrestrained brute strength. Its might is incomparable and the vitality displayed is frightening. The backlash of such a cla.s.s is their inhuman blood-l.u.s.t that makes them lose their rationality. They are usually the trump card to win wars. It"s also a rare cla.s.s that terrifies the populace]
After reading through everything thoroughly, Derrick started meditating on which should be his choice. Right now, he was in an unfamiliar environment, devoid of anything but rocks and soil.
Without weapons, the Spartan cla.s.s was useless. The types of elements present were also scarce, which eliminated the Sorcerer cla.s.s. Without any materials to make traps, being a Hunter was also a no-go. Derrick also liked being clear-headed at all times, which only left one option : a Necromancer.
""Ah... I guess being a loner again is unavoidable... However, all I need to do is become powerful enough to just destroy all that stands in my path, which doesn"t sound too bad...""
A smile started to show on his new face. He would be viewed as a heretic that practiced dark arts, but he couldn"t care less. What he wanted was to make those creatures pay. He would never feel that powerless ever again. The resolution in his eyes grew more fierce and an inextinguishable fire of l.u.s.t for power was lit.
""System, I want to be a Necromancer!""