'Acquired "Instant Slash," consuming 3 Skill Points.'
Buzz—
'Intermediate Class "Sword Master" successfully acquired!'
Irvine Wolf looked at the information on his status panel, a mix of surprise and understanding dawning on his face. "As expected, the class acquisition method in this New World is different from the game, and I can utilize it too."
However, he lowered his head, his gaze thoughtful. It had directly acquired the class—there was no "Do you wish to acquire?" prompt.
The conditions for acquiring combat-related classes he currently knew of could be divided into two methods:
① Touch the weapons and equipment of the relevant class to acquire it.
· Advantage: Basic classes are relatively easy to obtain.
· Disadvantage: Intermediate and high-tier classes are more difficult.
② Indirectly acquire the relevant class by learning its signature skills through consuming Skill Points.
· Advantage: Highly manipulable; as long as there is a target and sufficient Skill Points, one can acquire a class by having the other party use its skills.
· Disadvantage: Automatically acquires the class after learning the skill, with no option to refuse, requiring caution.
Irvine pondered the pros and cons. Compared to the second method, the first one was no longer very useful for him, thanks to his "Genius" class.
He looked back at his status panel. After acquiring "Sword Master," his Overall Level had risen to Lv. 2, and he had gained 3 more Skill Points.
"With this rate of leveling, it's no wonder there were players in YGGDRASIL who directly acquired 100 different classes," Irvine let out a soft sigh. The fact that simply acquiring different classes could raise his level made even his usually steady personality entertain a fleeting thought.
"The situation of gaining 3 Skill Points per level remains unchanged. In that case, theoretically, I can obtain a maximum of 300 Skill Points. If I lose levels after death and then level up again, can I repeatedly gain Skill Points?"
This thought suddenly flashed through his mind. In YGGDRASIL, this naturally wouldn't work, but in this New World, Irvine wondered if he could exploit a loophole. He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the thought; it wasn't something to focus on now.
While the information on the panel was still present, Irvine used 2 more Skill Points to learn "Instant Reflex" and "Slash of Light - Fourfold"! He decided to keep the remaining 1 Skill Point for emergencies.
At this moment, his status panel had undergone a significant change.
[Status]
Player: Irvine Wolf
Karma: 0 [Neutral]
HP: 23 (1.7%) MP: 13 (1%)
Physical Attack: 23 (1.7%)
Physical Defense: 13 (1%)
Agility: 23 (1.7%)
Magic Attack: 13 (1%)
Magic Defense: 13 (1%)
Overall Resistance: 0 (0%)
Special: 0 (0%)
Total: 9.1%
...…
[Ability List]
Talent: [Player]
Overall Level: 2Lv
Experience: 0 / 100
Classes:
General Class: Genius 1Lv (Warrior)
Intermediate Class: Sword Master 1Lv
Skill Points: 1
Passive Skills: Item Box, Slash Damage (1%)
Active Skills:
Warrior — Instant Reflex, Slash of Light - Fourfold, Instant Slash
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Irvine quickly scanned the information.
Class: Sword Master
· Level: Intermediate Class
· Description: When using slashing weapons (e.g., knives, swords, axes, claws), Slash Damage is increased. Each level increases damage by 1%, up to a maximum of 10%.
· (Note: Each level increases (HP, Physical Attack, Agility) by 10 points.)
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Skill: Instant Reflex
· Cost: None
· Description: After an attack, forces the body back to its previous attack posture.
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Skill: Slash of Light - Fourfold
· Cost: None
· Description: Unleashes 4 slashes simultaneously. Attack power may be dispersed, and accuracy is reduced.
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Skill: Instant Slash
· Cost: None
· Description: Class Skill — Unleashes a quick slash forward, dealing 110% physical damage (Cooldown: 10s)
...…
"Only increases HP, Physical Attack, and Agility? Sure enough, different classes have different stat growth tendencies. And an Intermediate Class only provides a 10-point bonus; a Basic Class would likely be much lower," Irvine analyzed. "Fortunately, I have 'Genius,' which bypasses the need for a foundational Basic Class."
"However, an Intermediate Class actually provides a passive?" He looked at the new passive effect, Slash Damage. A maximum of 10% bonus slash damage was... decent, but not extraordinary.
"The most surprising thing is the skills. The difference between Martial Arts and Class Skills is so distinct," he pondered. "'Instant Slash' has clear damage and cooldown values, like a game skill. But 'Instant Reflex' and 'Slash of Light - Fourfold' have no such data, only descriptive text. They must be Martial Arts."
"No wonder the Sorcerer King was so fascinated by Martial Arts; they operate on a completely different system from the warrior skills in YGGDRASIL," Irvine thought with a hint of amusement.
In YGGDRASIL, warrior skills were different from magic. Most spells cast by magic casters had no cooldown, consuming only MP—hence the saying, "MP is a magic caster's lifeline." Of course, high-tier magic and super-tier spells had cooldowns and other requirements. Warrior-type skills didn't consume MP but had cooldowns, and some special skills required MP or other resources.
However, Martial Arts in this world consumed Focus, a mental resource. Irvine noticed his status panel didn't display a Focus value. That will require personal experimentation, he realized.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The people in the stands suddenly began to rise to their feet. The sudden movement startled Irvine. Immediately, he felt the gaze of several nearby spectators, who looked surprised to see him still sitting.
"Ahem." Irvine coughed lightly and, keeping a straight face, stood up with everyone else. Although he didn't understand why, following the crowd was the safest bet.
Perhaps due to his sudden movement and unfamiliarity with his newly increased strength, Irvine's body involuntarily lurched forward. He quickly reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the man in front of him to steady himself.
The man, a brown-haired middle-aged fellow with a thick beard and a fierce appearance, felt the firm grip on his shoulder and spun around, displeased. "What's your problem, kid?" he growled, clenching a fist.
"Ah, my apologies. I was a bit clumsy," Irvine said, his face showing a contrite expression as he withdrew his hand.
"Hmph!" The brown-haired man glared fiercely at Irvine, as if memorizing his face, clearly intending to cause trouble later.
Irvine's brow furrowed slightly. Given his current situation, he needed to keep a low profile and naturally disliked attracting trouble. The stumble happened because his strength had significantly increased, making his movements somewhat uncalibrated. But it was only for a moment. He lightly clenched his fist, feeling the newfound power. "The stat increase is immediately reflected physically. It feels like I've been training for years, not just gaining points."
He looked up, his gaze passing over the heads of the crowd toward the arena below. While he had been checking his status panel, Gazef and Brain had already left. The reason everyone was standing was that the nobles and royalty in the round tower viewing stand were departing first—a sign of respect required from the commoners.
After understanding the reason, Irvine simply stood with everyone. Now was not the time to stand out. At least the nobles weren't giving long speeches.
He glanced at the round tower viewing stand again, feeling a twinge of regret. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of the Golden Princess, but the structure blocked his view entirely.
He stood there.
For a full half an hour.
Irvine's mouth twitched slightly, and he took a deep breath. The privileges of the elite were indeed annoying.
As the nobles finally finished their departure, the solemn atmosphere of the venue broke into noisy chatter once more. Most discussions were about the outcome of the battle between the Warrior Captain and the Nail Clipper, mixed with envy that both men, winner and loser, had been invited by the king to the royal palace.
At that moment, the brown-haired man turned around with a sneer, fist clenched, ready to teach the black-haired kid behind him a lesson.
However, the space behind him was empty.
"Damn it! Ran away so fast. Don't let me catch you next time!" the brown-haired man spat, cursing under his breath.