Chapter 1: Un-Holy Beginning

Chapter 1: Un-Holy Beginning

[Congratulations, you have been chosen as a new SAINT!]

[Congratulations, you have unlocked the class : Necromancer!]

[[Changing Changing class class to to : : Saintess Necromancer]]

Sofia froze as she read the illusory floating messages written by the system. Saintess?

She had been preparing for her class change for weeks. Being an orphan class for nineteen years was enough. Looking down from the system message back to her ritual, she failed to understand what went wrong. Inside the damp crypt, on the floor, a polished human skeleton sat in the center of an intricate magic circle. Blood still dripping from Sofias arm was filling the grooves in the circle, bringing it to life.

What do you mean, Saintess? Who wants to be the Saintess?! The Saintess class wasnt a blessing, everybody knew that. It was a curse, a class you could never get rid of. The church would hunt you down and lock you up. Deep in the cathedral, they would force you to endlessly summon Heroes to throw at any and all things they didnt like. Having you heal them every time they feel even a bit sore. Until someday you died of exhaustion and another unlucky girl got chosen after you. Sofia would rather die now than to have to live like that.

She dreaded opening her status. The necromancer prompt came after the other, theres still a chance! The familiar status screen didnt appear. Instead she heard the unassuming ding, announcer of a new message. Followed by many more.

[ERROR]

[User can only have one active class]

[ERROR]

[Please reduce your current classes to one]

[ERROR. UNKNOWN CLASS]

[Admin action required]

[Available admins : 0]

[Initiating emergency recovery. Please wait]

Ive never heard of the system doing that! Am I the Saintess in the end?Please tell me Im not! As the messages flowed one after the other, the skeleton was rising from the floor, one bone after the other. According to the grimoire she found under the orphanage librarys floorboards, the ritual was the surefire way to become a necromancer. It would even raise your first undead. She had gone to painstaking lengths to sneak out and find a crypt with an intact skeleton inside.

Sofia was sad that she couldnt even stay until the skeleton was fully raised. But she was in a lot of pain, the cut in her arm was deeper than she intended. The first priority was to get back into the orphanage and ask for help. Bleeding out wasnt in her plans for today.

She clenched her wounded arm to slow the bleeding and ran, her [Sprint] skill helping to return faster. It was still night outside but morning would come soon. Thankfully, the crypt was part of an old ruin near the village. She would be back before anyone woke up and make up some lie about how she got cut.

The lights in the directors and matrons quarters are still out. Lucky! Sometimes someone would wake up early which made not getting caught harder. Sofia squeezed herself through the spiked fence in her secret spot. There, a bars welds had eroded, allowing her to remove it and place it back without a trace. Going through the tight gap had become harder and harder for her these last few years. I need to be careful about not leaving blood everywhere. Im dumb for cutting so deep!

Before going inside she hid her clothes and shoes in a wooden crate that no one ever used. Then she struggled to put on her brown linen nightgown without staining it with blood all over. She climbed through the window she had left unlocked when she departed. The inside of the orphanage was darker than the moonlit outdoors but she knew the place like the back of her hand.

She made her way to a half broken shelf, near the common toilets. It had a protruding nail that no one had taken care of for a few days now. She slathered a bit of blood on it, and projected some on the wall under. Oh! I almost forgot to untie my hair! She let her wavy golden locks fall down her back. Alright, time for the fall She needed a solid excuse, no one would believe she had tripped and cut herself on the nail if they didnt hear any noise. She found it hard to allow herself to fall, harder than it was to cut the top of her arm.

The stumbling made a lot of noise, Sofia even let out a high pitched yelp of real fright in the fall. She even finished ripping the shelf off of the wall, as she instinctively grabbed it to slow her descent. Aowwww It really hurts now, not just the arm But that should have done the job.

It only took a few seconds before Clarice, the head matron, came running in, sleepy eyed and also in her nightly attire.

[Anomalies may arise]

[+1 Classless Skill Slot has been awarded as compensation]

Name : Sofia

Age : 19

Class :[Orphan] > [Saintomancer]

Level : 1 -> 1

Health :20 / 20 -> 5 / 5

Stamina :20 / 20 -> 5 / 5

Mana :10 / 10 -> 5000 / 5000

Active Skills(0 / 5) -> (3 / 5)

NEW [Holy Skeleton] - Level 1 (Lv. 1)

NEW [Heal Undead] - Level 1

NEW [Summon blood] - Level 1

Passive Skills(0 / 5) -> (1 / 5)

NEW [Blessing of ] - Lev

Classless Skills(4 / 5) -> (4 / 6)

[Menial chores] - Level 7

[Sprint] - Level 3

[Fast reading] - Level 12

[Shenanigans] - Level 48

Summoned heroes (1 / 4)

Lv.1 Holy Skeleton (Human)

She barely had any time to give a cursory glance to her status.

The Saintess is awake. Guards, call for Magisterium Ovohen.

The orphanage was a strict and restrictive Home. Though, it was a Home nonetheless.