Chapter 914 – Big Class Grind Finale – Allocating the remaining points

Chapter 914 – Big Class Grind Finale – Allocating the remaining points

‘Just eight days remaining,’ John thought and shifted a bit on the floor. Even with the cushion under his knees, the unfamiliarity with his current position did make it somewhat uncomfortable. ‘And I have 7 more Class Levels to use up. Well, when I get to level 315.’ He pulled his tongue out of the pussy before him and looked over the quivering midriff and almost flat breasts. “What do you think I should invest into last?”

Scarlett needed a moment to recover, her upper body writhing in the leather armchair. Holding onto her legs, he kept her from squirming around otherwise. He had decided to get some tongue exercise early in the morning and Scarlett had presented herself as a tasty target. Sometimes it was nice to return the oral favours he got continuously from all of his girls. Similarly, fucking the technomancer in a vanilla way was a nice way to flavour their intercourse by itself. Not everything had to be bondage and spanking.

Eyelids still fluttering, hands and slender thighs caressing his head, the redhead quietly moaned, “You should invest into my womb, you fucking mega stud.” John’s erection became dangerously hard. Scarlett relaxed, then suddenly tensed all over. “Did I just say that out loud?” she asked.

“Yes,” John kept the answer short and watched Scarlett honour her name by flushing as red as her hair. Unable to control himself, the Gamer let her wallow in uncertainty about his reaction for just a few moments and then asked, “Soooooo... you are joining the ‘I want to be bred’ club?”

“Shut up.” Scarlett closed her legs around his neck and squeezed. “Get that fucking grin off your face!” she demanded, raising her voice while she tried to strangle him with her thighs. All John felt was the satisfaction of their squishiness. If she somehow managed to actually harm him this way, that would be fine. Crushed by thighs would be his preferred way to go anyway. Scarlett’s were on the thinner end of his harem, but that still put her in the supermodel category. True supermodels, not those anorexic, pretty-faced, well-dressed scarecrows. “Get that grin off your face and shut the fuck up!”

“But are you though?” John asked, as best as he could while getting his face squished. Scarlett was incredibly weak compared to him, but she was still above the regular human. Keeping her blood pressure proper was important for a good workflow, had been the initial explanation. Nowadays, she also had a harem and its head to look pretty for.

“Maybe?!” Scarlett responded, her tone continuing to be uncharacteristically agitated. “I hate it. I hate that I don’t know. I hate not knowing things about me!” She let go of his head and took a deep breath.

John ran a hand over the inside of her thigh and asked, in a calm tone, “You want to talk about it?” Teasing her any further would have been entertaining, but he got the feeling she was earnestly confused. As a good lover, it was his job to satisfy her urges, point out her weaknesses and listen to her when she felt vulnerable. He had thought this conversation would fall more under the second aspect, but he could switch to the third with no problem. “I don’t think it’s an issue if you want children.”

“But I do,” Scarlett returned and crossed her arms. “Not with the children bit, I think. Just the sudden presence of the want. Because it’s a change I don’t feel in control of. Biologically speaking, I get what my brain is doing. I’m a fertile young woman, right, and so now that I found a worthwhile man,” she gestured at him with the overemphasized movement of the ranting, “and I’m feeling secure and happy,” her arm flew around and pointed at the rest of the room and the gathered, silently listening harem in it, “plus extremely wealthy,” she tapped her own chest, “my fucking subconscious is bombarding me with these ‘hey, you should propagate your genes into the next generation’ thoughts. ‘Your children would have a good survival rate, best do it now!’ It’s the base instinct.”

“And that bothers you because you want your will to be stronger than your urges,” John summarised.

“Yes, that.” Scarlett rubbed her face. “It started with some ‘maybe I should just be a bit more girly for this guy I love’ thoughts, that I was all fine with. Then I kept thinking if I maybe wanted kids, which I never even considered before I met you. Who the fuck has time for kids when I have an economy to run?” Her hands ran through her hair. “Then I was seriously considering kids and now I just accidentally blurt out shit lines like that.” She went still for a second, let out a very slow exhale. “I suddenly understand why some women poke holes into condoms and that’s just never where I thought I would go with my brilliance. Planning how to do something like that and how you wouldn’t catch it.”

“If only he used condoms...” Eliza mumbled in the background.

“Do you want me to try and give you advice or do you want to keep thinking about it?” John asked, genuinely not sure. When he ranted, it wasn’t often something he actually wanted an opinion on. Rather, it was to get a topic off his chest.

“I’ll keep thinking about it,” Scarlett told him and crossed her arms. “It’s my problem... it’s not even a problem, it’s just unpleasant and I’ll have to figure out how I deal with the fact that I change because of things outside of my control.” She rubbed his back with her heel, an idle gesture that was neither pleasant nor bothersome. “I don’t like being reminded that I don’t get to choose all that I am.” She raised one hand to her head and twirled a strand of her red hair. “Womanly bullshit.”

“Growing older sure is an experience,” John agreed with a sigh. “Want me to fuck some of that stress out of you?”

“By Gaia, yes,” Scarlett sighed and John got in front of her. Taking both of her hands, locking her fingers with his, he nailed her down on the armchair. The position was a bit awkward, but nothing he couldn’t deal with. The harem returned to regular chatter among themselves. A few of them looked thoughtful though. Some or all of what Scarlett had said must have struck a chord.

The girls of the harem were all going through the same experiences when it came to wealth, love and safety. John himself had been getting considerably more interested in getting kids as the months ticked by, to the point where the idea of impregnating any of them had become a bit of a fetish. The want for children was simply part of the human condition. How they would integrate that desire into their individual characters and the group dynamic remained to be seen. John wasn’t worried though. They were honest with each other and would find some solution, should a problem ever arise.

‘Worst case, I’ll just put a baby in any girl who wants it,’ John thought and had to scold himself on how carefree he was with that idea.

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Of course, all of that was true for the other two Perks as well. The difference was that both Arcane Rejuvenation and Arcane Gathering were much better in defensive situations. Landing a punch could give him the momentum he needed to get out of a sticky situation, which was better than relying on it for extra damage. Since John had very few Skills that had a cooldown, Arcane Rejuvenation seemed like the much better choice.



This was an easy choice. Blast Ray was clearly the best one among the three, even if it wasn’t that great overall and John felt that it was pretty weak for an eighth Perk.

Scorched Earth suffered from being incredibly powerful in a situation in which he had, most likely, already won. John wasn’t about to start every fight with Arcana Strike, devastating the environment and spending his entire mana bar, just to get a 300% MP Reg increase that wouldn’t return the initial cost. Aside from being highly impractical, John had the ethical concern of not wanting to leave everything he conquered in ruins and killing most people.

Magus Body was just bad. Terribly bad. It was only of use when John deactivated Particle Skin and didn’t cast any other spells whatsoever. He couldn’t even send mana to his elementals. Why he would ever do that was a mystery. Giving it to Undine or even Gnome was guaranteed to give him back more HP than this.

Therefore, it was Blast Ray. Not fantastic, but it could have its uses. Especially if he could combine it with Fusing Rays to explosive effects.



As if to reimburse him, the ninth set of Perks had been incredibly strong. Unmistakable’s value was difficult to put into mathematical terms, but it could spare John a lot of hassle by making the conveying of his emotions so strong, that it was impossible to ignore or even make people pass out. Untouchable was less exciting and doubtlessly the weakest of the three. Revenge mechanics were incredibly potent on tank builds, but he wasn’t one. Uncatchable may not have been that useful in the middle or towards the end of a fight, where he was working off teleportation cooldowns as they came in, but at the start it was an incredible tool to have.

Teleporting five times meant he could cross a hundred metres at the speed of five thoughts. If he did it properly, he could even weave Skittersteps in there. He would be, as the name rightfully implied, Uncatchable.

As much as Unmistakable intrigued him, Uncatchable had been the best choice here, in John’s opinion. Which led to the final Perk of the Arcweaver Class.



‘Well, that answers if I would have died if my HP hit 0 in the past,’ John thought, already certain what he would pick. The ability to not die once a year was just incredible. There was an argument to be made that a situation in which he died and that he then had to face again 30 seconds later was more prolonging the inevitable than a proper rescue mechanism, but John was willing to take his chances when it came to not dying.

Looking at what he gave up for it, he also wasn’t too sad. Magus Flow was, unquestionably, powerful. Especially with Arcane Rejuvenation already picked. He could empty his mana into a target, become A LOT more powerful in the process and then punch them to get his mana back, empty it again, and so on. It just wasn’t his playstyle. Invincibility Frame was a tad harder to give up on. Because the Perk didn’t specify that he had to hit anything with Technique, he could just punch the air and evade absurdly powerful attacks that way. The amount of timing that would take, plus his still low count of Techniques, made it less attractive than not dying. Few things were more attractive than not dying. His girls were – not much else.



That was simply alright. A small Stat boost. Something to keep in mind if he ever got an absurd amount of mana for some reason, but nothing else.



That was a pretty modest Overclock, both in terms of its upside and drawback. Operating without Particle Skin was risky, but it wasn’t a crippling debuff like the others tended to be. The limited active time of the Overclock also made it difficult to use at the right moment. John didn’t see himself using it outside of very specific situations, but that remained true for all Overclock Skills.

John waited several seconds for the Class Maxed window, but nothing ever came. ‘Maybe because it’s from a Skillbook?’ he asked himself. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t given the choice to evolve it further. Nothing John was sad about, he was already spoiled for choices. There was a vast reservoir of Classes he could diversify himself into in the future.



For now, the Big Class Grind was done.