[Requirements: Primordial race, three of the following: Assassin lvl 10 / Thief lvl 10 / Necromancer lvl 10 / Cultist lvl 10 / Slave Master lvl 10 / Bandit lvl 10 / Pirate lvl 10 / Kidnapper lvl 10, Unused Skill Points 5.]
Oh, dear Goddess, what is this?
Wait, does this mean that the Goddess herself created a class for me? And she thought that this was the one most fitting for my person? How can her image of me be so low?!
… Really…?
I feel so insulted now. I’m not such a scumbag, right? Right?
Why not make me the Primordial Mercenary or something? I don’t think of myself as innately evil, I just don’t really feel much empathy for outsiders…
I don’t wish to unlock this stupid class. I will just become a Warrior/Mage/Healer/Tank hybrid or something. Sounds OP enough for me.
Just out of curiosity I check out the Primordial Villain class in more detail.
[Unique Class: Primordial Villain]
[Effect:
Increased HP (Great)
Increased MP (Great)
Increased Vitality (Medium)
Increased Strength (Medium)
Increased Agility (Medium)
Increased Intelligence (Medium)
Increased Wisdom (Medium)]
…….
I’m utterly speechless.
What the hell is this?!
All my classes provide me only with a single minor increase as their effect.
Just the Great HP increase alone is amazing, as I don’t really wish to see it reach the number 0. Combined with the rest… I don’t know what to say.
Just to compare it with a rare class, I summon Ayame’s Samurai class details.
[Rare Class: Samurai]
[Effects:
Increased Vitality (Minor)
Increased Strength (Minor)
Increased Agility (Minor)]
[Base Skill: Vertical Slash]
Well, she at least has an innate skill which Primordial Villain lacks, but otherwise…
I let out a defeated sigh, “shiiit. Ayame, I think I might just have to become a villain.” I tactfully inform my companion.
She doesn’t reply for a good ten seconds before I hear a tired grunt, “…huh?”
I’m too stunned by all the new information to elaborate properly and soon I hear a defeated sigh from my lovely companion who then completely ignores me for the rest of the night.
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– Day 3 –
We wake up in the early morning refreshed and quite energetic. I can tell from Ayame’s expression that she is very happy to finally sleep in a bed without being chained to it. Her serene smile, softened by the morning light, is a welcome change from the guarded look she wore when we first met.
After a dozen or so minutes of getting ready, we leave the room and this time we check out properly from the inn.
Following our plan, we journey on foot to where I hid the merchant crates to check their existence and the status of the wares. The morning air is crisp, and the forest is alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Ayame walks beside me, her eyes scanning our surroundings with practiced vigilance.
It takes us a few hours to get to the vicinity and an extra hour for me to find the exact location of the hidden crates, but we succeed after a short while.
As we search, Ayame’s patience shines once more as she doesn’t rush me despite me fumbling around the forest foliage like a fool. I love this aspect of her. If she was impatient I would feel stressed but now I just feel calm and a bit of excitement for the future. Her presence is a steadying force, and I appreciate her more with each passing moment.
We inspect the crates and are quite relieved to find that everything is alright. The wares inside are in decent condition; the perishables aren’t rotten, though they are far from fresh. I’m uncertain about their market value in this state, but I hope they’ll still fetch a reasonable price.
“Watch out!” Ayame shouts suddenly, breaking my focus. I spin around, grabbing my spear and assume a defensive stance. My eyes scan the surroundings for the source of her alarm.
A few small green creatures, no taller than a child and with beady eyes glinting malevolently, come into view. They have ragged clothing and crude weapons slung over their shoulders. Their presence is accompanied by the high-pitched, discordant sound of their voices. “Skreee!!” one of them screeches.
One of the creatures, who appears to be their leader, points at us with a clawed hand. “Pretty woman!” it cackles, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. Then it turns its gaze to me, and with a mocking sneer adds, “Man ugly! Kill!”
“Thanks, buddy. Love you too,” I mutter under my breath, trying to maintain my composure despite the absurdity of the situation.
“Goblins… Sorry, Quinlan, I failed to detect them in time somehow. I’m not the best at surveillance… Damn! Now I feel so ashamed!” My samurai kept berating herself for this supposed failure. Well, she did sense them in the end, but only once they got quite close to us.
“Don’t mind it, Ayame. I was thinking of adding a good dog girl to the party soon. Her nose should sense these filthy creatures from miles away. Even I can smell their piss covered skin… So fucking disgusting to be honest.”
“Why not a good dog boy?” She teases, which I completely ignore. A man in my party? Good joke, woman.
“I can only see three of them… Do you sense any more?”
“Nope, it should be a scout party. They might be part of the same raider group you encountered before.”
“What do you think about me handling this? I can tell by your lax attitude that you can slaughter them easily. Might be good training for me.”
She smiles and nods at me, “I was just about to suggest that. I will shadow you and step in should the need arise. Don’t rush and use their lacking intellect and the superior reach of your spear as well as your longer limbs to your advantage.”
With a deep breath, I nod and take a step forward, brandishing my spear. The goblins’ sneering expressions only increase my disgust fueled determination. I tighten my grip and prepare for the brutal encounter.