Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the twins whispering to each other, as if devising a battle plan. Then, the more timid of the two mustered the courage to speak up, seeking clarity, "Oh great Oracle of Delphi, Servant to Apollo, why were we chosen, and what is our task?"
That's where I heard the name before. The Oracle of Delphi, the seer of prophecy, servant to the Greek god Apollo. That is who she was.
The Greek seer smirked in response. "It's refreshing to see some respect. To answer your question, you've all been brought here for an opportunity. An opportunity for greatness. An opportunity to become the very gods you mortals once worshipped in your history."
I didn't buy it, something was off. I was skeptical, and thankfully I wasn't the only one who felt that way. One of the twins was looking at the oracle with distrust plastered on her face. The other twin's expression was blank, perhaps it was due to shellshock, perhaps something else entirely, who am I to say. But unfortunately, one of us looked at the seer through rose tinted lenses.
"So with the help of pagan gods can I achieve power? Can I really become a god?" exclaimed Shawn, now looking at the oracle with awe.
The oracle paused for a moment, her eyes glancing over Shawn, before she decided to ignore him completely. "Instead of explaining everything to you, it's easier for you to experience it yourself." She snapped her fingers, summoning a card to each of our hands with writing on them.
A moment of silence passed, and then shock spread across everyone's faces. Despite the tension, I couldn't help but smile, knowing my mundane world was about to become extraordinary
Name: Hudson Mitchell
Rank: Mortal (F)
Class: N/A
Patrons: N/A
Skills:
Identify Low Pain Resistance
"As I am certain you have all noticed," she continued. "This world is no longer what you once knew. You are now capable of greater things. You will obtain patron deities, the council of deities decided to give you the aid of the system after the 400th cycle, you should consider yourself lucky. You at the very least have the capacity of knowing yourselves using the cards that you have been gifted" Her words carried a heavy weight.
"The cohorts before you, through the grace of the gods, gained permission to aid you in your trials. The class system was created using the gods' mercy." It felt to me that there was more for her to mention. But how am I meant to know the mindset of an oracle? Nevertheless, I had to ask what I needed to know.I glanced around at the others; skepticism was written all over their faces, brows furrowed and lips tight. Meanwhile, Shawn looked back at us, nodding slowly with a vacant expression, clearly just as lost, but for entirely different reasons.
"Miss Oracle, will our classes be unique to us?" I asked, trying to be respectful.
Her eyes glanced over me similarly to how they glanced over shawn, with a trace of a golden glow. "Hudson, the class you're about to choose will be basic, but it can evolve in very specific ways. Be sure to choose wisely." she concluded without caring to elaborate,
After that remark, the twin with fury in her eyes began to speak. "Okay so why are we here with them?" the oracle looked at the girl waiting for more. "-Miss oracle" the girl finally added.
The oracle was slowly losing her patience, "you will understand your place soon. Choose your class and weapon." Then with a wave of her hand we were transported to individual rooms.
The oracle appeared before me with a wide grin.
I stared at the table before me, wondering what would happen next. The answer came before my eyes.
It is now time to choose a class.
Analysing mortals.
3 potential matches found.
Assassin.
A master of stealth, precision, and speed. This class excels at eliminating enemies quickly and efficiently. Assassins are lightly armoured, relying on agility as opposed to brute strength or heavy defences. You will need to have cunning tactics and an eye for the shameless.
To think I'm a natural assassin, who would've thought? But despite the allure of this class and the power behind the names of its I knew that running from confrontation wasn't my style.
Heavy Warrior.
Tenacious, tanky and terrifying . Clad in the sturdiest armour and wielding massive weapons, this class is built to withstand tremendous damage while dealing powerful, crushing blows. Use brute strength to control the battlefield and protect allies. This class is ideal for mortals who prefer a tanky, defensive playstyle. You will be a centerpiece to the battlefield, unstoppable, unbreakable, unmoveable.
Now this was more like it, no running from combat, just pure strength and resilience. But I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something even more fitting for me. My instincts, which I always trust, told me there was still more to explore.
Light Warrior.
Powerful, fast, yet subtle. What lies between all other classes, the most versatile with the most room to grow. You will need to have adaptive instincts for you will never be in simply one role. You will need tactical acumen, and a natural instinct for victory.
This was it. I instantly knew this was the class I wanted, rather, the class I needed. I couldn't explain why, it just felt right. Without any further hesitation, I made my decision.
Beep!
You have chosen [Light Warrior] as your first class.
Your presence has expanded
May the ancient deities of all realms guide you.