Chapter 430 Tier-3 Primary Classes (1)

"Oi, don't be getting any fucking ideas about making a move on my woman, or I will fucking eviscerate you." Adding a bit of Killing Intent to his words, Cynrik watched as Kurza scurried behind Benny while nodding rapidly.

"Good, now then, Instructor Garrison, we should talk about Classes, I am not sure if anything has changed, so we are in your hands again." Smiling with a smile that wasn't a smile, Cynrik faced Garrison and saw the man was confused and a little scared of him now.

"Classes, what do you mean, OH! I forgot you guys are only first-year students." Instructor Garrison pulled out a chair, took a seat, and motioned for everyone to sit on the ground as he remembered that there was no way these six should have any idea about the changes to the Class system.

"Even though it isn't that complicated of a topic, some significant changes occur upon entering the Supernatural Stage." Garrison started, only to have a loud gasp of confusion cut him off.

"WAIT A SECOND; YOU GUYS ARE ALL FIRST-YEARS? AND AT TIER-3? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?" Kurza screamed while waving his arms around for effect.

His words caused the members of MyrkLys to give him looks of pity and think, 'haven't you been calling us all your juniors the whole time? How young did you think we were?'

"Kurza, shut up. The adults are talking."  Kurza was forced to shut his mouth and fall to the ground only after Cynrik spoke up harshly.

"As I was saying…, unlike the previous times you have chosen your classes, you will no longer have a wide array of choices. The System considers your previous Class choices, your current Affinities, Skills, and, most of all, growth rate and potential before handing out a small handful of different Class options."

"For most people, this is an exceptional opportunity; however, the biggest downside is there is no telling if you will keep your previous Class Skills upon picking your new Class."

"Not to mention, the descriptions of your new choices will be hidden until you have made your choice; this includes the Distribution Stat boosts."

"Hold up, Instructor, when you say we may lose our previous Skills, what do you mean?" Cynrik butted in, earning him a knowing smile from Instructor Garrison.

"That, well, that's because all your previous progress is converted. Every Class Skill and spec of Essence used for your lower Tier Class level-ups is transformed into your new Class upon making your choice. This doesn't mean you will lose all your Skills, but the ones you rarely use will be gone." Leaning back in his chair and observing everyone's reaction to the new information, Instructor Garrison was pleased to find that none of the members of MyrkLys seemed to be panicking.

"On the plus side, those who didn't get unique Classes will more than likely have one or two unique or High-Grade Class options. Oh, and before I forget, this only applies to Primary Classes. Sub-Classes didn't change; you will still have an extensive list to choose from."

Unlike before, this time Cynrik exhaled in relief. If he were forced to choose between his Engineering or Tamer, there would only be one option: Tamer or, in this case, its upgraded version. There was zero chance of him severing the connection he had nurtured with Vii and Sie.

"Alright, it's getting late, and you all have a lot to think about, so head back to your dorm and get some rest; I will be taking my leave and will meet you all in the morning." After finishing his lecture, Instructor Garrison checked his Watcet and saw it was already almost 11 pm, so he decided to call it a night, but when none of the students moved to get up and leave, he became concerned.

Seeing the look he was giving everyone, Cynrik smiled and stood up.

"Sorry, Instructor, I have already informed my faction that we won't leave until it is time to head out for the first round. You are more than welcome to stay and watch over us, but we still have too much to do."

Waving his hand, Cynrik walked toward the bleachers several dozen meters away and took out a long, white plastic table you would find at an outdoor cookout. Once he finished setting it up, he placed several finger foods on the table, such as mini sandwiches, cheese platters, and an assortment of different meat.

Like a pack of ravenous dogs, Gabby and Selene's heads snapped in the direction of the food, and in a very unladylike fashion, the two girls made a mad dash for the mini sandwiches.

Unfortunately for them, Cynrik hadn't finished putting out the paper plates and cups for drinks yet, so when the two girls arrived, he smacked both their hands away from the food, making a loud sound before scolding them.

"OI, GLUTTONS, YOU WILL WAIT UNTIL I GIVE YOU THE OK! OR ELSE NO FOODS FOR YOU!" He shouted, causing Selene and Gabby to grumble unhappily while shuffling side to side impatiently.

"Sigh, every time; why is it always like this?" Benny sighed like an old man while making his way over with Brance and Melody.

"I don't know where we went wrong, Benny, I thought we instilled proper manners in Gabby, but she is still like this after so many years," Brance complained as he massaged his temples to curb a headache.

"They seriously act like they never get to eat…and isn't Sel the oldest of us all, and she is like that." Melody chimed in as she looped her arm around Benny's. On her shoulder was her newly summoned Spirit.

The little Berylite Spirit appeared from out of its storage space when it saw the food Cynrik was laying out, it made a few little noises as if saying it was hungry, so Melody pulled out a Tier-2 Terra Codex from her inventory and handed it to him.

Crunch Crunch Crunch

Seconds later, amidst its happy sounds, the Berylite Spirit chewed the Codex with ease, like a piece of rock candy.

"Oh? Is that the little guy you summoned from your Passing Down Quest? It's quite cute, like a tubby little rock person." Brance said as he tried to give the Berylite Spirit a scratch on the head.

As soon as Brance's finger got close, a fierce expression lit up the young Gem Spirit's eyes. In one swift move, it leapt forward and tried to chomp down on Brance's finger but was unable to, as he was lightly flicked in the forehead and sent tumbling backward on Melody's shoulder.

"Feisty little guy you summoned, haha; still, it's pretty cute. Have you given it a name yet?" Brance asked as he chuckled at the little Berylite Spirit trying to get back up on its feet.

"No, I will soon, though; the act of naming an unnamed spirit consumes a lot of Resource Stats, so I needed to wait until we were done training. But I have a few ideas." Melody chirped as she used her thumb to rub the Gem Spirit's back for comfort.

"Ok, be sure you come up with something the little guy likes; no one wants to have a name that can be made fun of, and I assume your Spirit is the same; it clearly already has a personality of its own." Shooting a warm smile and waving at the pouting Spirit, Brance jogged off toward Gabby to ensure she didn't get caught sneaking food before it was ready.

Thirty minutes later, the members of MyrkLys were sitting in a semi-circle near the bleachers discussing their Class changes.

Instructor Garrison and Kurza had already left for the night, so keeping their info confidential was no longer an issue.

"So that's it then, we are choosing our Primary Classes; if you have any questions, be sure to speak up." With that, Cynrik pulled up the new Class Change Panel.

-Welcome to the Class Change Panel; through this panel, you can merge all your previous progress to create specialized Classes depending on the choices you have made up until now.-

-The Key factors accounted for when creating your Specialized Class Selections are Stats, Codex Tier, Essence Spent, Classes Chosen, the number of Class Skills obtained, Class Tier, Previous Sub-Classes, and Class Skill proficiency.-

-Please wait while your Tier-3 Class options are Generated.-

[[Well, that's new, hey Tobs, since when was the CSH so polite?]] Tilting his head to the side and refraining from laughing at the random change of pace, Cynrik looked over at Brance and Selene, who were wearing strange expressions.

-What do you expect, Cynrik? The Supernatural Stage Class Selection is run like a business. For lack of a better word, it's a Transactional Relationship where you are trading in all your previous hard work for something customized, shiny, and new.-

Cynrik imagined Tobs holding up her hands dismissively as she spoke, which made him break this time as a soft chuckle left his lips.

-DING, your Tier-3 Class options have been Generated; please review each choice thoroughly, as once you have made your choice, it can not be changed.-

-Four Primary Classes have been Generated, and you will have 1 minute to select your new Class.-

- Tier-3 DeathBlade (Epic)

- Tier-3 Master Assassin (Epic)

- Tier-3 Shadow Trickster (Rare)

- Tier-3 Umbral Blade-Dancer  (Unique)

Cynrik frowned as he read through his choices; the first two options alone would have excited him, without a doubt, if he had seen them a year or two ago. A DeathBlade was the Assassin equivilent of a high-tiered Spell Blade, someone who not only used magic but also was proficient with a sword, while a Master Assassin was supposed to be a Tier-4 Class.

Shadow Trickster didn't pique his interest in the least, as he could already tell that it was a Class centered around illusions and manipulating his Umbra Affinity, something that didn't interest him at all.

But the last option, the last option, caused Cynrik to suck in a sharp breath, mainly because of the Unique Tag at the end of the class name. As someone well versed in Video Games and all things WEEB, he knew of a class called Shadow Dancer, and thinking along that vein, if you replaced Shadow with Umbral, wouldn't that mean it should be overpowered?

The only concerning thing was the addition of the word Blade; however, since he had been upgrading his Kodachi recently, it made sense that the Blade tag would be added to the name. Unlike a regular Assassin, Cynrik had no issues in an up-close fight and didn't primarily rely on stealthily killing opponents in a single attack. Thus, when he saw Blade added to the name, he got a vague sense that this Class may be a fusion of a type of Swordsman Class and the Assassin Class.

Without hesitation, Cynrik selected the Unique Class, but when he did, he felt his head spin, and the last thing he shouted before the world went black was, "Ah fuck, SOMEONE GET ME A PILLOW!"

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