I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game-Chapter 63: Suddenly a Shift of POV’s?
"Phew... I finally made it inside this dungeon." Someone said, wiping the sweat off their forehead.
A boy who appeared to be around seventeen entered the dungeon, draped in clothes that made him look like a battle planner.
His hair was silver, and his eyes were the same color. A backpack clung to his back.
It was a huge stone chamber that looked like a cave at first. From it, multiple routes led to different areas inside the dungeon. Some of the rocks were grey, while others were black.
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◇ CHARACTER STATUS ◇
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[Name] - Cain 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
[Race] - Human
[Class] - Tactician
[Path] - Architecture/War Strategist
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[Level] - 168
[Mana] - 13,440
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[Attributes]
└ [Strength] – 100
└ [Agility] – 220
└ [Endurance] – 260
└ [Intellect] – 1100
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"I grinded a little too much to get this class quest..." He muttered.
He pushed himself back up as he started walking towards the first route.
"[Analytic eye.]" He muttered.
His pupils changed, tightening as a small map appeared before his eyes.
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◇ SYSTEM — ANALYTIC EYE ◇
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[Skill Status] — Activated
Scanning the surrounding area...
Dungeon structure mapped.
[Detected Routes] — 3
└ Route 1
• Threat Level: High
• Monster Density: Dense
• Mana Disturbance: Severe
• Survival Probability: 14%
└ Route 2
• Threat Level: Moderate
• Monster Density: Average
• Mana Disturbance: Unstable
• Survival Probability: 39%
└ Route 3
• Threat Level: Low
• Monster Density: Sparse
• Mana Flow: Stable
• Abnormal Mana Signature: Detected
• Survival Probability: 81%
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[Optimal Route Identified]
→ Route 3
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His eyes shifted towards the third route, lips parted slightly. "This is the one..."
He started moving towards it; his steps were steady.
The moment he took his first step on that route, a sudden gust of mana waves covered his entire body.
"W-What!?"
The waves started to thicken, as they dissolved him whole.
Cain was lying on the ground, almost seeming lifeless.
The surroundings had completely changed. The chamber was built from dark concrete, and smoke lingered in the air around him.
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A bunch of murmuring noises fell in his ears, which made him fall out of his sleep.
Eyes opened slightly as he rubbed his eyelids.
’Mmm... where am I?’
His gaze fell on a house that was right in front of him. It looked worn out, the paint was peeling off the walls, windows were not in top condition either.
The door of the house was open, and the noise of steel clanking was coming out through it.
"A house?" He muttered as he looked around him.
There wasn’t anything else, just a house in the middle of nowhere.
Cain got back up and slowly made his way towards the door. The moment he reached there, he hid behind the wall and peeked through the door.
"Rokar, it’s been a while, my friend." A man said, voice deep.
Only the man’s back was visible to Cain. He wore armor, and his grey hair gave him an aged appearance.
Another man, who seemed to be around the height of four-foot stood near the furnace.
A hammer was in his hand as he kept hammering it over a sword.
"Don’t disturb me when I’m doing my work."
"First you came barging into my domain, and now you’re disturbing me... You haven’t really changed, Vandelion." Rokar said.
Vandelion simply crossed his arms, and a loud roaring laugh escaped through his mouth.
"I didn’t have any choice but to visit you."
He took a small pause, his gaze shifted towards his hand as he clenched it tightly.
"I recently... took a huge loss." He muttered.
No kind of reply came from Rokar; he just kept hammering the sword.
"That’s why I came here... to get my sword fixed." He continued.
"There are only a few beings on this planet that can break this sword," Rokar said.
"With whom did you even entangle yourself this time?" He asked, hands kept hammering.
"Let’s leave that for now. I’ll tell you everything in detail later," Vandelion said.
They both went silent, and the atmosphere inside the room changed as it tensed a bit.
But before Cain could do anything else, Vandelion’s voice reached his ears.
"Are you done eavesdropping on us, brat?"
Cain’s expression darkened, body started to tremble as his eyes widened. ’What!!? How the hell did he know that I was standing here?’
His body froze, his mind stopped working as he didn’t know what to do anymore.
"Don’t worry, and come out."
"But if you don’t, then I have use some force." He said.
Cain gulped as he finally stepped forward. His legs were shaking, gaze remained fixated on the ground.
An unimaginable amount of aura bore down on him, the sheer pressure overwhelming his body and mind.
"Don’t pressurise him, do you think he looks like someone who could even lift a dagger?" Rokar said, gaze remained fixated on the sword.
The pressure that he was exerting from his body suddenly stopped.
Cain finally was able to take a breath of peace, but he started breathing heavily as he grabbed his throat slightly.
Eyes widened as the whole body was completely covered with sweat. ’Fuck... I almost died... what kind of monster is that guy!!’
"So, who are you?" Vandelion asked, looking at him through the side of his eye.
Cain’s eyes remained stuck on the ground as he forced his voice out. "I-I... I’m a Tactician." He muttered.
"I didn’t intend to come here... something sucked me inside here." He said.
"Oh?" Rokar muttered as he finally lifted his gaze.
Looked at Vandelion as he said. "It’s because of you. The mana field erupted the moment you barged in here."
Vandelion’s eyes shifted towards Rokar. He raised both his hands as he directed his palm towards him.
"Hey, enough with that thing now."
"You idiotic elf, you always make it difficult for me."
"Only if I hadn’t partaken in that war..." Rokar said, hands paused.
His expression darkened slightly as his grip loosened from the hilt slightly.
Vandelion stepped forward, keeping his hand on Rokar’s shoulder.
"It’s been decades, my friend."
"Let’s forget it now, we can’t change anything."
Rokar took a deep breath and pushed Vandelion’s hand off his shoulder. "Don’t touch me."
A small sigh escaped through Vandelion’s mouth as he stepped back.
A thought curled up in the mind of Cain.
’What’s wrong with these two? At first I thought they were friends, and now they seem like enemies?’
A/N
This Chapter was important for future events...
Also, I’m sorry for doing only one Chapter today. Tomorrow I’ll do 3 for you all. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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