The morning sun crept through the wooden shutters, bathing Leon's small room in a soft golden glow.
He woke up before anyone else, as usual. His body had grown used to rising early it was part of his routine now. After washing his face with cold water from the basin, he stepped outside. The air was cool, crisp, and quiet the kind of stillness that only existed at dawn.
He stretched, rolled his shoulders, and began his usual workout behind the barn.
Push-ups, squats, sit-ups, runs across the field the kind of exercise that once left him panting, now felt almost easy. Each movement carried strength, control, and a faint thrill. The Body System window floated beside him as he moved, showing small bursts of [EXP +1] with every set.
By the time the sun was high enough to warm the fields, he sat down on the grass, wiping sweat from his face.
That's when the thought struck him.
"…Wait."
He still didn't have a Class.
He had the Body System and the Main System, but both of them listed his Class as [Empty].
He frowned. That's not right. In the game, every major character had one by now even minor ones could unlock their first class by the age of fifteen.
He was fifteen.
And yet, he still had none.
Leon sat cross-legged and took a deep breath. "Alright… how did they do it again?"
He tried to recall how class selection worked in the game. There were temples, priests, and magic stones that tested one's soul but in truth, class wasn't something given. It manifested based on the individual's heart, their deepest desire.
Class depends on one's will… on what they truly seek.
Leon closed his eyes. "Alright. Let's try this the hard way."
He slowed his breathing, letting his mind go blank. The sound of the wind rustling the grass faded.
Then he began to think not of glory or fame, but of something else.
He imagined his family the people who accepted him despite not being his own.
His father's quiet strength.
His sister's constant scolding.
His brother's carefree grin.
He wanted to protect them. To protect what little peace he'd found here.
Not as a hero or a savior, but as a shield — a shadow that stood between danger and the ones he cared about.
His heart grew heavy, his breath deepened. Then the world around him changed.
A dark fog surrounded him. The wind howled. And through that haze, a figure appeared a towering knight clad in black armor, dragging a massive, bloodied sword across a battlefield. The earth was scorched beneath his feet, and crimson sparks followed every step he took.
Leon stood frozen as the knight approached him, his eyes glowing faintly beneath the helm.
When their gazes met, the knight stopped and slowly raised his blade in a silent salute.
The moment the blade pointed toward him
"DING!"
Leon gasped, eyes snapping open. The world returned to normal — the gentle sound of wind and birds once again filling his ears.
Before him floated a glowing blue window:
[Class Acquired: Dark Knight]
A warrior who walks the line between light and shadow.
Draws power from resolve, not righteousness.
Leon blinked. "…Dark Knight, huh?"
He grinned. It wasn't flashy like the Holy Knight or Hero classes, but it fit him perfectly.
Someone who fought in the dark so others could stay safe in the light.
Then another thought hit him.
"Wait…" He glanced at his second system. "What if…"
He stood up, excitement bubbling in his chest.
Could he — could both of his systems have different classes?
He had to find out.
He sat again, closing his eyes once more. "Alright. Let's see if I can pull this off twice."
This time, he focused on a different feeling not protection, but knowledge. The thrill of understanding the unknown. The power to shape the world with wisdom and reason instead of brute strength.
He pictured the great sages of the game, men who wielded storms with words and flames with will.
He imagined standing at the center of a battlefield, chanting spells that twisted the skies themselves.
As the vision formed, light replaced the darkness.
He saw an old man with a long beard and piercing eyes, robes fluttering in the wind, a staff glowing in his hand.
Magic crackled around him — fire, lightning, ice — a storm of raw power that turned the battlefield to ash.
Leon could only stare in awe as the figure looked straight at him… and smiled.
"DING!"
Leon's eyes flew open. Another window appeared before him:
[Class Acquired: Sorcerer]
A master of elemental arts and ancient wisdom.
Bends the world's mana through intellect and will.
He sat there, stunned for a moment then laughed.
Two windows hovered side by side, identical except for one crucial difference:
One showed [Class: Dark Knight], and the other [Class: Sorcerer].
"It worked," he whispered, almost in disbelief. "It actually worked…"
A wide grin spread across his face. His heart raced, his pulse thundering with excitement.
Two systems.
Two classes.
One body.
"This… this changes everything."
He clenched his fists, feeling the new strength flow through him.
Power not the kind that corrupted, but the kind that made possibilities endless.
He thought of the world he knew the events that were supposed to happen, the heroes who were meant to rise, and the wars that would come.
In the game, the story always followed one path.
But now…
He looked up at the clear sky and smirked. "Looks like this time, I'm rewriting the story."