'It's been 3 hours and I've used my skill 6 times. Although the skill didn't work on Aurelia.' Ethan mused playfully, a hint of disappointment in his voice. 'Now...' His smile widened. 'Let's see what you've got for me, Dmitry.' he said, feeling excited.
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Current Name: Dmitry Sokolov
Level: 1
HP: 3
MP: 3
Strength: 3
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 9
Perception: 1
Luck: 185
Skills:
- [Blueprint A]
- [Gifted Hands A]
- [Simulation B]
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'Blueprint and Simulation. I'll be needing both. Too bad it has a one week cool down and I probably won't be seeing him for like 6 years after now.' Ethan mused, contemplating his options.
[Copying Skill: Simulation B]
[Continue? Y/N]
'Hell yeah' he thought to himself.
This continued for 7 hours, with Ethan able to copy 13 skills. Since he was the only one left, there was no need to draw straws. Aurelia opened the space for him, and he walked in, feeling confident.
Inside the space, Aurelia explained what Ethan needed to do. Ethan remained quiet as he sifted through the skills.
"Hey! Are you ignoring me? Because that's what it looks like right now." Aurelia snapped, his patience wearing thin.
'I can't really stall for time, so I guess this will have to do.' Ethan felt like sulking. "Hey, Michael, I need a loan." Ethan said casually, without looking at Aurelia.
"What did you just call me, brat?" Aurelia's irritation was evident.
"I'll really kill you if you keep disrespecting..." Aurelia couldn't finish his threat.
"Nope. You can't kill me. Not that you can't anyways, but you won't, am I wrong?" Ethan folded his arms before turning with a smirk.
'What's with this kid?' Aurelia thought to himself. "Why do you think so?"
"Simple, I'm still alive."
"Huh?" Aurelia felt confused.
"Sorry, man, but she's got a point." Ryota chimed in, backing Jean's concern.
"No idea. Check yours, we don't have all day." Ethan deflected, attempting to change the subject. Despite his attempt to divert attention, Jean remained unconvinced but chose to keep quiet.
"Alright, check yours." Aurelia directed towards the remaining three individuals.
Just as Ethan predicted, Ryota received the Hero class, Jean got the Priestess Class, and Dmitry obtained a trio class of Artisan/Blacksmith/Tinkerer.
Aurelia was left speechless. He had just lost a bet in an unbelievable manner. 'I win.' Ethan muttered to himself triumphantly.
"How did you..." Aurelia began, but Ethan cut him short with a simple "Luck."
Everyone watched the exchange, not fully understanding the context of the argument. However, Jean's suspicion of Ethan only grew.
"You're telling me he's got the guts to argue with someone who made lightning rain in this hall? I'm sure he did something," Jean insisted.
"Oh, come on, maybe they bonded or something," Ryota offered optimistically.
"Highly unlikely," Jean rebutted.
"I've never met any human as troublesome as you. Apart from her anyways," Aurelia muttered to himself, lost in thought and unaware that everyone could hear him.
"Huh? What are you whining about?" Ethan teased, noticing Aurelia's distraction.
"Oh, was I thinking out loud?" Aurelia snapped back to reality. "Nothing, you brat."
"Oh?" Ethan prodded further.
"You'll all be sent to different great families of Verena based on your classes," Aurelia explained, sighing. "This is as far as our meeting goes. I bid you farewell." With a snap of his fingers, everyone vanished, leaving Aurelia alone in the empty hall.
He looked at the broken throne and sighed. "I had fun, at least. Ethan, huh?"
*****
"Huh? Now where am I?" Ethan struggled to see, but he could hear voices around him. He felt confined and unable to move freely. Gradually, he regained consciousness, only to be confronted by the sight of an enormous person looming over him. 'What the...' he thought, startled.
"Honey, our little baby is awake," a female voice exclaimed, addressing someone else in the room.
"Don't you think he's awfully quiet, dear?" the other person responded.
"I think so too, but he seems to be in good health," she reassured.
'Baby? Me? Oh, that's right, I'm a baby,' Ethan realized slowly. 'Oh my god, I'm a baby. Ahhhhhh!' he tried to scream, but it came out as crying.
"That's better," the woman, who appeared to be his mother, said as she lifted him up. "So, what do we name him? I already named our last child, so this one is all yours," she smiled at him.
"Well... I suck at naming, but if you insist," the man, clearly his father, replied. "Jett." With a smile. "Jett Grift."
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The adventure finally begins
From now on it Jett not Ethan.
Hope you all can get use to it. ಥ_ಥ