When Cynrik opened his eyes, he was floating in a world of intangible darkness. The purest kind of darkness where one couldn’t even see their hand if it were held in front of their face, which for him was odd because his Dark vision was so good he should have been able to see clear as day.
‘Hm, this feeling is familiar.’ He thought as his memory brought him back to the day he reincarnated. The only noticeable difference between then and now was that he wasn’t in a bright white ethereal expanse, and he could feel his body was present.
|”Primary Classes, what are they? Are they something that defines a person, or do they reflect a being, similar to how the Soul does?”|
Cynrik stiffened as a booming, and authoritative voice resounded in his mind. He instantly recognized this voice as that of Yennifer, the CSH Admin and Co-Creator of the System.
|”Before you ask any questions or develop thoughts about my identity, let me inform you that this is merely a recording, designed to trigger when a Being makes the leap into the Supernatural Stage and has decided to Promote their Primary Class.”|
‘Well, that’s annoying. Tsk, why is it that every time I get curious about something new, I’m always cockblocked.’ Cynrik snorted as he felt a gentle tug on his body, giving him forward momentum.
|”Classes were something we at the CSH designed to help promote the growth and potential of all Beings whose bodies house a Soul. Their focus was on giving additional benefits along with appropriate yet randomly generated Skills. However, we knew that the basic Formula for these Classes would eventually become negligible as a Being progressed further through the Tiers.”|
|”As such, we, the Administration at the CSH, knew something needed to change when a beings LifeRating Advanced, or as most call it, their Stage.”|
‘LifeRating, that’s a new concept, but not one unfamiliar to me. Often you hear about some scale in novels that generalizes a being’s lifespan. Yennifer has proven to be trustworthy to some extent, so her Words hold a certain amount of credit.’
Leaning forward and assuming a flying position allowing the strange force to pull him along, Cynrik fell deep into thought, splitting half his attention toward Yennifer’s words and the other half toward theorizing.
‘Not only is there a clear separation of power between stages, but if they are based on LifeRating, my life span has increased by a certain amount. Still, I won’t blindly believe Yennifer; I need further data to verify this theory conclusively.
|”After stepping out of the Initial Tier, or Tier-0, and entering Tier-1, a Being can choose their First Primary Class. This first-class set a precedent and becomes one of the main building blocks for what we at the CSH call Builds.”|
‘Annnnd the theory I had about Norik being a Tryhard Gamer instead of a Filthy Casual on Earth is confirmed. Only a gamer, be it video games or tabletop games, would refer to Classes as Builds; odds are her next words will be explaining that Builds include stats.’ A slight smirk crept onto Cynrik’s lips as he thought this.
|”But don’t be fooled, A Being’s build begins the moment they input their first Stat points, and their Distribution makes modified changes.”|
‘Nailed it,’ covering his mouth, Cynrik practically wheezed in laughter as Yennifer confirmed his assumptions of the grumpy old hero.
|”Upon entering the Supernatural Stage, when the time comes for a Being to choose their first Primary Class, all of their achievements, skill progress, and Essence distributed to previous Classes is merged. So long as the Class isn’t too different from your original path started In Tier-1, you will not lose all of your earned Skills; however, the majority will either be fused with similar skills or modified to suit your newly obtained Class.”|
|”At least, this is how it is for normal residents of Vinestra; you are different.”|
Sensing the disembodied voice was grinning, Cynrik felt panic rush through his mind as his body began picking up speed. Soon his eyes picked up on small colored dots flashing through the void, reminding him of traveling at lightspeed.
‘FUCK! GET ME OFF THIS ROLLER COASTER!’ Cynrik screamed in his mind as his butt puckered and his organs seemed to shift down to his feet.
“Tsst, Fu…Tsst…ck!” An intense pressure assaulted Cynrik’s body as he flew faster than a fighter jet, causing his mind to enter a state of hyper-focus. He first controlled his breathing with sharp, short inhales while clenching every muscle in his body, something he knew Pilots did to combat high-g maneuvers. On the exhales, he spat partial curses.
|”You were brought to our world to fight in the Legacy Strife, and you brought with your knowledge from your previous life. Many of you Legacy Charges are adaptable in a way no native of Vinestra could ever be, and with the benefits passed down by your Gods, you soar through the Tiers easily.”|
Although moving at a speed usually too fast to see anything except blurred images, Cynrik spotted dozens of small notification windows flying alongside him, each one with the description of an Ability or Skill learned through his previous Classes.
|”Many of you have such a high level of intelligence that you plan your Paths expertly. As such, many of you end up creating new and unseen Classes, Abilities, or Skills, that give you an otherwise unfair Advantage, and the CSH’s prime directive is to keep Balance on Vinestra.”|
|”For this reason, we felt the need to level the playing field in some way, and we chose to open up the possibility for ANYONE to unlock a Unique Class upon reaching the Supernatural Stage.”|
|”Your Divine Bloodlines give you Added Stats, so we made them adhere to the Previous Tiers Standards. All native beings of Vinestra deserve a chance to stand against the Tyranny of those bastard Divine Beings, so know that your lead will not always be so far ahead.”|
Cynrik could feel the hostility in Yennifer’s voice; if he weren’t in his present situation, he would have found himself laughing and jeering along with her.
Suddenly, everything changed, Cynrik’s body shot downward, and something slammed into his torso, halting his movement and robbing him of any oxygen left in his lungs.
“Fugh cough cough cough, damn IT, YENNIFER! Are you trying to freaking kill me!” Spitting into the air a few times, Cynrik could taste his stomach acid, and it was pretty unpleasant.
|”Oh, if it isn’t the Æsir Drengr Cynrik Jetlensr. I didn’t expect you to make it this far so soon.”|
Appearing in a swirl of golden particles, the beautiful curly-haired woman with purple eyes crossed her arms under her large breast and brought her right hand up, covering her mouth as a lighthearted chuckle left her lips.
“Bullshit, you can’t convince me that you had no idea I was here. Recording my ass, someone with such a high-level processing speed as you couldn’t be so blind as not to realize I was here.”
|”Oh come now, Young Cynrik, do you truly expect me to monitor the tens of billions of Vinestrians who advance to Tier-3 every moment of every day? That is what algorithms are for, silly boy.”|
|”I just happened to get a notice that you and the rest of your little family of misfits were Promoting your Classes and came over right away. In fact, I am presently speaking with your Brother and lover right now.”|
“Algorithm, my ass, tsk, it’s not like I can do anything about it either way, so that recording, I assume every LC that promotes their Class to Tier-3 has seen it?” Finally catching his breath, Cynrik glared at Yennifer as he floated helplessly in the void filled with millions of tiny glowing orbs and his notification windows.
|”Of course, how else am I supposed to instill fear in their hearts? I will have you know, unlike you and your lover, your Brother practically defecated all over the place when he began flying. This is the typical reaction I get when Legacy Charges end up here, which is the point of the little act I put on.”|
Yennifer waved her hand and manifested two display windows, one showed Brance screaming in horror with tears and snot spewing all over the place, and the other was of Selene giggling like a maniac.
“Pfft, that’s my girl; she probably just thought of it as a thrill ride. Brancie, on the other hand…well, I can’t expect too much from the same guy who would white knuckle the armrest of the chair on planes while chanting, “If God Meant for Man to Fly, he would have given us wings.” His reaction is pretty much how I figured it would be.”
Cynrik’s facial expressions changed to one similar to Brance’s, and he even mimicked his speaking tone when he said the quote, causing Yennifer to giggle.
“So, the high and mighty act works with those other LCs, noted; anyway, why bring me to this void? Why couldn’t the CSH perform the standard Memory transfer like every other Class change?” Leaning back and resting in the air as if sitting in a chair, Cynrik asked while trying his best to control his eyes from looking where they shouldn’t.
This didn’t go unnoticed, as Yennifer took the opportunity to tease him by jiggling her large breast and revealing a little too much in the process.
|”Oh, does the young drengr like what he sees?”|
“Knock it off, woman; it is just the hormones. Well, that and I’m very frustrated right now, thanks to the rules your jerk of a Son has in place. Seriously, No sex until Year 6; he does realize that all of us are way worse with hormones because of how rapidly our bodies age with the increase in Tiers.”
Yennifer was silent for a moment as she gave Cynrik a weird look. Technically speaking, it was still possible for her to be intimate with her Husband despite not having a body. So as someone of an older generation and a teacher of sorts, Yennifer figured she could throw the young drengr a bone; after all, wasn’t he already technically in his forties?
|” For someone with such a high intellect, it seems even you have your moments of stupidity. Tell me, Young Cynrik, do you not have a place where you can go, where not even the Deities can find you? I will leave you with that thought; as for your questions, you will have to figure them out yourself. Or maybe I will tell you later; so long young Cynrik.”|
Then with a light giggle, Yennifer disappeared in a storm of golden particles, leaving a chain of notifications in her place, and Cynrik, with a stunned expression, plastered across his face.
“Well, I’m a fucking moron. HOW DID I NOT THINK ABOUT BRINGING SELENE INTO MY SOC? HOLY FUCK, THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING HAHAHAHHA!” Amidst Cynrik’s cackles, the spam of notifications began rolling in his vision.
-You have obtained the Tier-3 Primary Combat Class Umbral Blade-Dancer (Unique).-
-All of your Former Class Distributions have been merged with your new Distribution.
-Your Stat Distribution has been adjusted; you will receive an additional 1 point in DEX, AGI, and INT upon increasing your Main Level.-
-For each increase in your Primary Class Level, you will receive an additional point to your Class Distribution.
-All your Tier-1 Theif Skills have been merged into the Tier-3 Umbral Blade-Dancer Skill Tricks of the Trade.-
-Your Tier-2 Rogue Skills, Uncanny Dodge and Danger Sense have been merged and Evolved into the Tier-3 Umbral Blade-Dancer Skill Sixth Sense.-
-Your Tier-2 Rogue Skill Luck of the Rogue has evolved into the Tier-3 Umbral Blade-Dancer Skill Lucky Advantage.-
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