His heart kept pulling to the word Assassin. He didn't know why, but it felt right. His chest thumped harder the more he looked at it, like his body already knew the answer before his mind did.
His fingers twitched, itching like they were already holding something sharp and small, not this big heavy pickaxe.
He reached toward the Assassin screen.
Wu Feng's hand hovered over [Assassin], just about to choose it. But something didn't sit right.
A faint itch in his gut — that same instinct that had saved lives on an operating table more times than he could count — started screaming at him to stop.
He froze where he was. It wasn't fear running through him — it was focus, sharp and clear.
That sixth sense of his, the same one that kept hearts beating under his hands in the middle of a surgery, spoke up in a low whisper inside his head.
"Wait. Don't be careless."
The other classes glowed in a slow circle around him — [Fighter], [Ranger], [Sorcerer], [Rogue].
Each one had its own pull, its own promise.
Any of them could work, in their own way.
But he wasn't looking for something safe. This wasn't the place for that. And it wasn't the time either.
He let his eyes move slowly, taking everything in with calm control.
Every glance was sharp. He was reading the scene, calculating each detail in his head, piece by piece.
Then he saw it. Far back, almost hidden in the shadows, just waiting there. A name, written plainly but with weight, dark and sharp. Simple. Deadly.
Description lit up in crimson-red letters:
[Reaver] — Simple, deadly. A class for someone who could take the soul of a living person and make their heart come back to life again and again.
Pros: Gains strength by defeating others. Perfect for quick, precise strikes.
Cons: Weak at start. Needs skill and focus to survive.
Wu Feng's eyebrows pulled together, his eyes narrowing just a little. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Weak at the start… doesn't matter."
He could feel it deep inside, like the pulse under his fingers during surgery, the faint rhythm of life that told him exactly what was happening.
He could read it, understand it. Reaver wasn't flashy. It wasn't safe. But it fit him. Fast, sharp, deadly — and with patience, unstoppable.
He let the breath slip out slowly, almost like he was saying it only to himself. "Yeah… this one."
A faint curve touched his lips, quiet, controlled.
But his eyes stayed sharp, moving over everything, scanning, measuring, reading every detail like he could feel a pulse under his fingers. "This… is mine."
He stepped closer to [Reaver]. The air felt heavier now, thick and almost alive, with darkness curling around him.
But Wu Feng didn't flinch. His hands tightened, gripping like he would a scalpel before a delicate operation.
Every instinct inside him was screaming, pulling him toward this class, telling him without words that this was the one.
Finally, he raised his finger and touched the glowing name.
Instantly, everything changed.
His body lifted slowly off the ground, the cold shadows curling around him like smoke with a life of its own.
Shapes began to appear, faint and formless, stretching out toward him. Life force, energy — he could feel it moving, flowing around him, mixing with his own in a strange, electric way.
Pain ran through him all of a sudden, quick and sharp. It wasn't the kind of pain that makes you yell loud right away, but the kind that twists inside, burning slow, spreading to every corner of his body.
It crawled into his arms, down his legs, up his spine, making it feel like his whole body was on fire from the inside.
He breathed in, then out, slow and steady, just like he would before the first incision of a risky surgery.
Seconds, minutes… he didn't know how long it lasted. The pain faded. The shadows sank into his skin. His body felt lighter, alive, sharper.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then hour. He didn't know how long it had lasted.
The pain finally began to fade. The shadows sank deeper into his skin, weaving through him.
His body felt lighter, alive in a new way, every movement felt light, more controlled than before.
It felt like his body was finally whole, finally complete. Every part of it was in sync with his soul, moving together as one. He no longer felt like a puppet pulled by strings.
A crimson-red screen blinked in his vision:
[System Activated]
[System bound to host soul]
[Class Selected]
Then another screen:
[Class Selection Reward]
[Level 1 -> 10]
[Class: Reaver]
[Name: Wu Feng]
[Level: 10]
[Vitality: 10]
[Strength: 5]
[Endurance: 5]
[Intelligence: 5]
[Dexterity: 10]
[Luck: 5]
[Stealth: 10]
[Innate Skill: Vital Scan, Calm Mind, Fatal Strike, Silent Pulse]
[Skills: None]
[Shrines: 0]
[Innate Skill 1: Vital Scan] — Can see through living bodies: veins, blood flow, It canart, organs. It can also scan the surroundings and differentiate between living and non-living things. Gives perfect awareness of targets, threats, and vital points.
[Innate Skill 2: Calm Mind] — Keeps mind completely calm in any situation, analyses, strategises, and solves problems instantly, even under pressure.
[Innate Skill 3: Fatal Strike] — Hands move with perfect control. One strike, one kill on the fatal point. Can sense weak points and fatal spots.
[Innate Skill 4: Silent Pulse] — Heightened hearing that detects faint sounds, even subtle vibrations. Allows the user to sense movement, locate threats, and distinguish heartbeats or breathing patterns nearby.
He reached out, his hand passing through the glowing interface. At first, it felt like it was floating in the empty space around him.
Slowly, he realised the truth. It wasn't out there at all. It was inside him — part of his mind, his body, his senses. Everything was linked together, moving as one.