[Sorcerer class unlocked.]
Sorcerers… their origins are truly difficult to trace. They wield spells that seem to be etched deep into their minds—magic they can use innately.
Some Sorcerers do not understand the source of their power, while others connect it to their lineage or to strange events they have personally experienced.
For instance, a dragon's blessing, the presence of a dryad at one's birth, or even being struck by lightning under a clear sky—any of these could awaken a Sorcerer's gift.
A god's boon, exposure to otherworldly magic, or even a fleeting glimpse into the underlying principles of reality may also turn someone into a Sorcerer.
No matter the origin, such power leaves an indelible mark upon the Sorcerer—a surging magic that can be passed down through generations.
A Sorcerer's spellcasting relies on Charisma. For them, Charisma is not merely the ability to sway others, but a firm conviction in their own existence.
Simply believing that you can create miracles—sometimes, that alone is enough.
Your Charisma and confidence can, at times, bend will itself, forcing magic to submit to your body… and even make the entire world favor you.
I believe you may be able to become a qualified sorcerer.
[Please choose your Subclass.]
Three options unfolded before Allen, each radiating an alluring glow.
[Draconic Sorcery]: Dragons are among the oldest, most powerful, and most temperamental beings in existence. At times, they form secret and intimate bonds with mortals.
Among their descendants, those who inherit draconic blood and learn to wield its power become draconic sorcerers. As they gradually awaken their ancestral strength, they can breathe fire, take to the skies with wings, and at their peak, even transform into a true dragon."
[Wild Magic]: Your power stems from ancient, chaotic forces. However it came to be, that turbulent magic now surges within you, waiting for the moment it is unleashed."
[Storm Sorcery]: Whether in the crashing fury of ancient floods or the relentless assault of storm and wind, your bloodline is forever a tapestry woven from the chaos of tempests."
Draconic…
Wild…
Storm…
That bolt of lightning that had descended from the sky just now—the feeling of controlling lightning… it really did feel amazing.
But Allen hesitated.
Each of these three choices was tempting.
'So troublesome…' he muttered to himself. 'Can I choose later?'
[Yes.]
The system responded crisply, withdrawing the selection panel and replacing it with a new line of text:
[3 random mid-tier spells successfully drawn. Congratulations. You have obtained: Commune, Dream, and Dimension Door.]
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[Commune]
Level: 5th
Effect: You contact a deity or a divine proxy and may ask up to three questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no." You receive truthful answers to each question.
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Allen's eyelid twitched slightly as he read the description.
This spell… he definitely didn't dare use it casually in Azeroth. There were simply too many strange and terrifying entities there.
Who knew who would pick up on the other end?
What if you thought you were speaking to a Naaru… but the one answering was actually Sargeras—or N'Zoth?
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[Dream]
Level: 5th
Effect: You choose a creature you know that exists on the same plane as you. If the target is asleep, you can enter its dream and communicate with it during its slumber. You may shape the dream's environment as you wish.
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Dream magic, huh… another one of those mystical, ghostly spells. Maybe useful under certain special circumstances.
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[Dimension Door]
Level: 4th
Effect: You instantly teleport yourself to any location within 30 meters. You may also bring along one willing creature.
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Allen's eyes lit up.
Blink!
Wasn't this just Blink?!
Allen felt a surge of excitement. Even though he lacked talent in Arcane magic, with Blink, he could now be considered a proper mage.
At the same time, the side quest was completed.
[Side Quest: Blood for Blood (Completed)]
[Objective: Kill Teron Gorefiend, 1/1]
[Reward: +2 to all attributes (granted)]
[Reward: Drawing 2 random low-tier spells and 1 random mid-tier spell…]
[… ]
[Draw successful. Congratulations. You have obtained: Shield, Comprehend Languages, and Polymorph."
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[Shield]
Level: 1st
Effect: An invisible barrier of magical force appears around you, protecting you. You are also immune to damage from Magic Missile.
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Allen nearly burst into tears on the spot.
He finally had a defensive option!
No more worrying about being knocked out with a single blow and tied up afterward.
After all, everything about Allen was great—except that he was far too fragile.
With Shield, his survivability would finally improve to some extent.
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[Comprehend Languages]
Level: 1st
Effect: For the duration of the spell, you understand the literal meaning of any spoken language you hear. You can also touch written text to understand its literal meaning.
Also quite useful. Azeroth had a wide variety of languages—Draconic, Thalassian, Elemental tongues, and more. It might come in handy at any time.
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[Polymorph]
Level: 4th
Effect: This spell transforms a creature you can see within range into a new form. An unwilling target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw to resist the effect.
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Allen stared at the description, the corners of his mouth lifting wildly.
Polymorph.
He could turn people into sheep now!
And it was even stronger than World of Warcraft's Polymorph—not only could he transform enemies, but he could also transform allies into forms suited to the situation.
What a harvest. A true harvest.
Allen increasingly felt that his dream of becoming an Archmage was drawing closer.
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"Allen!"
"Allen!"
"Allen!"
Allen snapped back to reality, only to find Varian standing before him, supported by Morgan, repeatedly patting his shoulder with one hand.
Behind him, the surviving soldiers were still celebrating.
Cheers, laughter, and even someone belting out a war song at the top of their lungs.
They had just taken part in killing Teron Gorefiend—and had protected the king. This was the kind of merit one could brag about for a lifetime.
"What are you doing?" Varian stared at him suspiciously. "Still reliving that dramatic entrance you made just now?"
Allen glanced at him. The young king was covered in blood, with several wounds still on his face, yet his eyes burned brightly. He was clearly in an extremely excited state.
"Your Majesty," Allen said lazily, "you should head back and rest as soon as possible."
"I'm not tired at all!" Varian shook his head vigorously. "I can't calm down!"
He grabbed Allen's arm, practically overflowing with excitement: "Can you imagine it? We wiped out Teron Gorefiend's Death Knight forces! Teron Gorefiend—the scourge that's plagued the Alliance and the Sons of Lothar for so long! And we just took him down!"
"Let's see who still dares to say I'm not grown up yet!"
Wren then walked over. The first thing he asked was about Allen's condition: "Are you alright?"
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