Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Back in his world, Xakor was a scientist. An inventor. A medical doctor. He had many professions. But being a [Chef] was brand new to him. However, in this world, people only ever knew of him as ‘that otherworlder who could cook very well and also had four arms’. So whenever he tried to show off his other skills to most people, they would be skeptical, or even downright outraged.

“No, wait, don’t—” Jerome sputtered, waving his hands in protest.

But Xakor just yanked the splinter out of the man’s scabbed knee. Jerome howled in pain, and the ragnarian dusted his hands off.

“Xrr... good as new.” It was a simple concept— cleaning a dirtied wound before letting it heal. Most healing potions would simply mend the flesh, but any debris trapped in the open skin would remain.

However, it wasn’t exactly common knowledge here in Vacuos. And even though Xakor had done Jerome a favor...

“You should’ve let a [Healer] handle it,” the human man sobbed as he clutched onto his leg. “You’re a [Chef]— look at what you’ve done! I’m bleeding again...”

It was the oddest aspect of this world. Xakor shook his head and dabbed a cloth in some healing potion. He softly applied the liquid to the wound, letting the injury heal up once more. He hadn’t understood it when he first arrived. Everyone seemed to be so hyper-fixated on Classes for every little thing. Certainly, anyone could cook, but only a proper [Chef] could cook in restaurants.

There were definitely advantages that came from having a cooking-related Class, Xakor ultimately didn’t think that it was enough to completely discount the capabilities of those who were without a Class, just like Amelia. And yet, he remembered the report he received from Evan. She had been completely dismissed back in Windrip— partially because she was an adventurer, but mostly because she wasn’t a [Cook].

Unlike her, Xakor had readily accepted this world’s rules. Being from Krakos, he had known better than to reject the cultural or societal norms of a foreign planet. He had traveled the galaxy, and he had seen very many different things. While what he saw here in Vacuos was the oddest of them all, it was to be expected from an entirely different universe.

He stepped out of the room, leaving Jerome behind to recover alone. Xakor paused for a moment as he stared at the closed door— he saw the wooden floorboards, then cast his gaze down the narrow corridor. It was evening now, and the house was illuminated only by a few magical lanterns. An alien sight to the ‘alien’.

“This world... it is so similar, yet so different from my own.” He harrumphed as a soft hissing noise left his throat. “Xrr, healing potions just like the karn balm. Enchantments just like nanotech. But something as simple as cleaning wounds is not ubiquitously-known.”

Xakor murmured under his breath, recalling Krakos. It had been decades since he first woke up here in Vacuos. He had been the very first otherworlder to arrive in this century. And, perhaps, it was his sudden appearance that spurred the summoning of both Kallistus and Zil later on. As for Amelia’s appearance...

The [Chef] raised his head as he heard a voice coming from down the corridor.

“—the System offered me the Class of a [Hero].”

And Xakor peered over the corner, eyeing the two young human women standing by the kitchen window. His black eyes fixed onto a head of brown hair.

Amelia.

A [Hero] Class, huh? He stared at her, utterly intrigued. Even the [Hero King] hadn’t been gifted such a powerful Class when he was summoned over. Whatever it was that brought Amelia here to Vacuos... it was evident to any observer that her circumstances were vastly different from the rest of the otherworlders. Even Xakor, who had mistakenly torn through the fabric of spacetime and ended up in this world, knew that she had a very unique experience.

And he wanted to help her acclimate to her new life in Vacuos.

—--

“Yeah... I’m sorry for lying about it,” I said, shifting back.

Noele just stared at me, wide-eyed. She didn’t say anything. There was nothing for her to say. I felt kind of bad about it, but I believed it was better for me to play my cards close, especially in a new world. And I still thought it had been the right decision to hide this fact until now.

I wasn’t sure how the blonde girl would take it. Her gaze darkened as she lowered her head. Seeing that reaction, I felt a little bit guilty about lying. I opened my mouth to explain my reasoning—

And Noele just nodded. “That’s... huh. Well, that explains a lot.”

I paused. “It does?”

“Well, I have never heard of anyone ever receiving no Class options from the World System,” the blonde girl said as she tapped a finger on her chin. “Although... I have never heard of anyone being offered only a single Class, either.”

She frowned as I stared at her. A moment passed, and she shrugged weakly.

“Nevermind. That explains nothing. But I do think it was the right decision for you to keep it a secret. You barely even knew me, and being a [Hero] is kind of a big deal.”

“I figured as much,” I said as I took a step back. I was glad to see that Noele wasn’t upset at me over this. But I still had a lot more explaining to do. “My Class offer was kinda... special, too.”

Noele watched as I slumped back into a chair and crossed my legs. She glanced past me, towards the nearby corridor at the tall purple figure.

“I get that you trust me now, Amelia. But are you sure you want to say that all out loud? I mean... Xakor is here too.” She nodded at him. “No offense.”

“Everyone notices the cloak when I first meet them. But they always seem to take it in stride. And I’ve always found it odd. That’s part of why I don’t trust the System.” I looked down at the palm of my hand, recalling all the attempts I’ve made to get any other Class that wasn’t a [Hero]. “Not when it is imposing its will onto me.”

The blonde girl said nothing. I just closed my eyes as I remembered both Grat-ra’zun and Nolan’s explanations of how Classes worked.

“Maybe I’m wrong— I don’t know why I can’t become a [Chef] or a [Farmer]. Maybe I’m the problem.” I raised my head, turning back to face my apprentice. “But all I know is, at the end of the day, this decision is yours to make.”

My gaze bore into her as she shifted back. I shook my head after a moment passed.

“I can’t tell you whether or not relying on the System just a little bit more than you already have is a good idea. All I can say is that I’m not accepting any Class from the System unless it’s either the [Chef] Class or the [Farmer] Class. But even then, I would think twice about it for a moment.”

Xakor nodded from the side. “Xrr, I would be more than happy to offer you consultation as well. I can tell you that I was reticent just like you. I was unsure whether to accept the World System’s power. Of course, as is quite evident, I eventually decided the pros outweigh the potential cons.”

“Yeah, and I appreciate that offer.” I smiled back at him. I started past Noele, patting her on the shoulder. “Whether you choose to be a [Champion] or not— it’s your choice, Noele. But if I were in your shoes? I wouldn’t take it.”

“I... see,” Noele said softly. She looked down at herself, then glanced back at me— towards my tattered cloak. “The Void— the World System... this is a lot to consider, huh?”

She chuckled as she shook her head. I craned my neck back fractionally, looking at the blonde girl from the corner of my eye. I waited for a moment, and she sighed.

“I’ll think about it, I guess. It’s not like I have to figure it out now, right?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” I nodded at her, before continuing down the hallway back to my room. I passed Xakor as I waved back at the blonde girl. “Anyways, if you need my help, just ask. You know where to find me.”

“Right.” Noele nodded as I continued on.

Xakor eyed me as I started away from him. “You are an interesting individual, Amelia. Xrr, I am quite glad that Evan introduced me to you.”

I smirked back at the alien. “Well, don’t say that. Now I actually feel indebted to that eccentric guildmaster. And I’d rather not owe him anything.”

“Agreed,” Xakor just chuckled.

—--

And in the distance, far from Wolfwater— far from Whiteridge— a city burned. Windrip burned. The fortress-like city had been engulfed in flames. Its stone buildings endured the heat, but its already-weakened defenses had been dismantled with ease.

Justyn swept his gaze over the sea of fire, hacking and coughing as ash stained his skin. He stumbled to his feet as he spotted a shadow amidst the smoke. A figure that stood with a looming presence. The [Receptionist] of the Adventurer’s Guild of Windrip backed away as his eyes grew wide.

“T-the [Hero King]...” he whispered.

And Kallistus Kal raised his head, glancing dismissively at the watching bystander. A figure twitched at his feet. Justyn gulped and looked down. His eyes snapped wide.

“That’s—” He stared at the bleeding figure. “G-Guildmaster Evan...?”

The Guildmaster of the Adventurer’s Guild of Windrip just chuckled as he lay at the [Hero King]’s feet.

“G-g-get out of here...” Evan choked. “B-before you—”

“I am not interested in him,” the [Hero King] cut him off. “Worry not about your friends, but yourself.”

Justyn backed up, watching the scene unfold. His breathing quickened, and he stared down at the guildmaster. Evan just returned with a weak smile, before looking back up to Kallistus.

“I-I already told you, I’m not telling y-you... anything,” Evan spat.

And Kallistus just shook his head. “You will talk. You will tell me everything. And you will help me find her.”

With that, the [Hero King] drew back. A pair of royal guards seized the guildmaster, taking him away. Justyn looked on for a moment longer, before scrambling away from the burning scene.

Her? he thought, glancing back once. He saw Kallistus Kal’s figure in the distance and pursed his lips. Is he looking for... Amelia?

The [Receptionist] gritted his teeth. And he knew he had to warn her.

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