[Fighter] – Strong body, stronger fists. Break through enemies like a storm.
Pros: Tough, simple, could take a beating and keep going.
Cons: No tricks, no subtlety, just head-on fighting.
"Straightforward… but easy to predict."
[Sorcerer] – Power from the unknown. Bend the world with spells. Fragile but powerful.
Pros: Huge damage, could control the battlefield, many tools.
Cons: Weak body, needed time to cast, useless if caught off guard.
"Magic… but one mistake and you're dead."
[Rogue] – Quick hands, quick mind. Trick the world, survive at any cost.
Pros: Clever, flexible, good at escaping traps, good in both close and mid-range fights.
Cons: Not the strongest, not the fastest, relied on intelligence more than muscle.
A faint smile on his lips. "This… feels like me somehow."
[Cleric] – Heal the wounded. Protect the weak. Light in the darkness.
Pros: Could heal himself and allies, good support in long fights.
Cons: Low damage, easy target, needed others to shine.
Doesn't fit me… I'm not here to help anyone."
All around him, more names floated by—knight, berserker, hunter, warlock—each glowing faintly, waiting for him to choose.
He read every class carefully, weighing the good and bad sides. Finally, the time came to decide.
His heart was pounding. Whatever class he chose now would stay with him forever. There was no turning back.
At first, his eyes kept drifting back to [Rogue]. It matched his sharp nature and the whisper of his heart.
But still… he hesitated. "is this really the right choice?"
He let out a slow breath, feeling a little frustrated. None of the classes felt special. None of them called to him. With a sigh, he raised his hand, ready to select [Rogue].
Then it came—the voice. That same creepy whisper, broken words echoing inside his head.
"Wait... wait... look closer... look far... focus... patience... don't be hasty..."
The words rattled in his skull. Each one sounded separate, like someone whispering right next to his ear, yet no one was there.
His hand froze mid-air.
His eyes sharpened, like a hunter spotting prey. He looked past the glowing classes floating near him—past clear names like [Fighter], [Ranger], [Sorcerer]—until he saw it.
A dark class hovering far in the back. Almost hidden, as if the darkness around him was covering it on purpose.
A name written in black letters:
[Soul Eater]
He stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as the description lit up in blood-red text:
[Soul Eater] – Infinite Lives. All in One Class.
Pros: Gained power by killing the living. Stole their souls.
Cons: Leveled up very slowly. Needed many souls to grow. Weak and fragile at the start.
His eyes went wide. "What... what is this? Is this... even possible?"
His throat felt dry. The words echoed in his own head, swallowed by the dark space around him.
Infinite lives… It sounded like immortality. To live again and again, to rise no matter how many times you fell.
Yet fear crawled through his chest. Even if his memory was empty, even if he didn't know who he was, the fear of death ran in his veins.
Every living thing was born to die—one day the body will become cold, and all that remained will be fading memories in someone else's mind.
But this class… [Soul Eater]… it was too tempting to ignore.
The description was short, almost suspiciously vague. Just a few words—no detailed explanation, no promises.
But those few words were enough. Enough to make his heart race. Enough to make his fingers tremble as he reached toward it.
His lips curled into a faint smile. Excitement and hunger clearly visible in his face. "This is it. My way out of this hell… my way to remove this slave mark… my way to find out who I really am."
"I'll take it,"
He started walking slowly. His eyes stayed fixed on the dark class floating far away.
The closer he get, the heavier his chest felt. His breath was shallow, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
When he finally stood in front of [Soul Eater], he stopped for a moment. His mouth was dry. He swallowed hard and raised his finger.
"Let's just get this over with."
The moment he touched it, everything changed.
His feet left the ground. His body was floating in the air. Cold black mist wrapped around him like it was alive.
From the empty space, faint shapes appeared—souls. They stretched like rubber and flew into his mouth one by one.
Pain. Burning, twisting pain shot through every part of his body. His eyes turned black. His hair grew longer in seconds, floating in the air like a thousand small snakes.
He clenched his fist so tight it start to hurt him. His whole body was shaking, but he bit down hard and fought to stay awake.
After some time—maybe long, maybe short, he couldn't tell—the pain faded. The black mist sank into his skin and vanished.
[System Activated]
[System bound to host soul]
[Class Selected]
A red flash of light—then he was back. Back in the same mining tunnel. Still holding the pickaxe. The torchlight hadn't even flickered. Time here hadn't moved. But now, he felt different. His body felt more alive.
Then suddenly a red screen floated in his vision:
[Class: Soul Eater]
[Level: 10]
[Vitality: 5]
[Strength: 10]
[Endurance: 5]
[Intelligence: 5]
[Dexterity: 10]
[Luck: 5]
[Stealth: 10]
[Initiate Skill: All Seeing Eyes]
[Skills: None]
[Shrines: 0]
He tried to touch it, but his hand passed through like it wasn't there. It wasn't in front of his eyes. It was inside his head.
After some testing—thinking about it, closing his eyes, focusing—he figured it out.
He could make the red system screen appear and disappear just by willing it. It wasn't magic in the air. It was inside him now.