[Selections initiated... Please note that stars will denote rarity, the lower the amount stars, the less rare the trait, skill, or element is and vice versa.]
Rowan's eyes widened in shock when he saw the interface that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and soon elation set in as he started breathing in and out deeply.
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[Class - A permanent selection derived and directly related to one's inner desire or what best classifies the person.
• Confectioner: Manipulator and conjuror of candies and sweets alike. The class draws upon the creativity of the user, as well as their experiences.
Trait - An enhancement over the class's abilities, each trait depends on the class, and more traits can be selected as the user's class level increases. Please note that, as it is the first time, you will get better rolls on traits.
• Consumables ★★★★★: Consuming the confections slowly restores health, stamina, and mana over time, the effectiveness will depend on the constitution stat.
• Confection Assortment ★★★★★: Can imbue souls of those the user kills into confections, making a sentient being loyal to the user.
• Sugar Overload ★★★★★: Confections can apply a debuff that stacks, affecting rationality, increasing weight, and high blood pressure regardless of whether it's consumed or not, on those considered enemies. Chances of heart disease, heart failure, heart attacks, and strokes increase the more stacks of sugar overload there is.
Weapon type - Enhances the combat power of the user, higher usage of selected weapon types increases weapon mastery. A basic version of the weapon type and weapon desired will be given to the user upon selection.
• Heavy: Destructive and bigger weapons, like greatswords or hammers.
• Medium: Balanced and lighter, like swords or staffs.
• Light: Light weapons, typically daggers, bows, or fists.
Attunement - Compatibility and talent with the elements, each person can only have one attunement and the selection will be permanent.
• Pyro ★★: 57.2%
• Metal ★★★: 32%
• Electro ★★★★: 5.7%
• Chloro ★★: 5.1%
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Rowan was going to choose consumables, as it increased his survivability, however upon seeing everyone the hostility in everyone's eyes that were directed in a certain direction, Rowan knew that there was bound to be conflict, and only Sugar Overload seemed to help him. Confection Assortment implied that he had to kill someone himself before anything, and he certainly couldn't do that with his current stats. As for Consumables, it stated that it slowly restored health, mana and stamina. He didn't have time for that, and he personally thought that the skill wouldn't be very useful right now. Sugar Overload was definitely his best bet, and it seemed too good to miss out on, he might have never even seen it if it didn't show up. The best part was that the stacks seemed to have no limit!
His attunement percentages seemed low, so he felt that they wouldn't be as reliable as the traits.
'I will choose sugar overload and a sword in the medium weapon type category.' Rowan was debating between a staff and a sword, thinking that the staff would reduce mana consumption and increase the power of his abilities like in the video games he played before, but he wasn't sure and didn't want to risk anything. Fighting with a staff in close proximity to others didn't seem like a good idea right now anyways, and this theory could be confirmed at some other time.
[Are you sure about your selection?] the system prompted.
'Yes!' he confirmed and then proceeded check his status.
A sword was suddenly appeared to have formed in his hand.
[Basic sword 1★:
Damage: 15
Durability: 100/100]
He was checking the stats on the sword until he was prompted again.
[Please choose an ability, you will gain more as you level up.]
'There is a glaring weakness with candy and sweets, they tend to have a low melting point and is definitely not something someone would be using in a fight, but that will change over time.' Rowan thought as he analyzed his options.
The chocolate shield and licorice whip seemed useless at this time, they probably won't hold up against a single hit, as Rowan hasn't invested any stat points yet. However, the taffy ball can be manipulated up to a distance of 5 meters and has more synergy with the sugar overload trait due to it's stickiness. The longer the taffy ball sticks onto someone, the more stacks of sugar overload there would be, increasing the chances of death.
He chose the taffy ball skill and noticing that he had 5 stat points, he quickly decided to invest 2 in the constitution stat and 3 in intellect.
'Intellect should increase my mana points, right?'
He sighed in relief as he saw his health points and mana points increase.
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Name: Rowan
Race: Human
Title: None
Class: Confectioner
Level: 1
HP: 100/100 -> 115/115
MP: 50/50 -> 70/70
Stat points: 5 -> 0
Str: 1
Con: 1 -> 3
Dex: 1
Int: 1 -> 4
Traits: Sugar Overload 5★
Abilities: Taffy Ball 1★,
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After allocating his stat points, he observed the carriage that was slowly being surrounded. Then he remembered what the system said about leveling up.
'You must kill someone else…'
The beggars near the carriage eyed the man inside like fresh meat, first it was a few that approached, but then the numbers kept growing. By the time the man in the carriage realized, it was too late.
'He's definitely f*cked…' Rowan concluded as he looked at the mob surrounding the carriage.
Everyone had a basic weapon provided by the system, corresponding to their choice of weapon type. What better target to use it on and level up than the flashy carriage with the obese noble, is what the slum's inhabitants were probably thinking.
"Get the f*ck away from me, filthy beggars! Do you think your something now?!" the person in the carriage bellowed as he slowly realized his situation. Rowan could see spit flying out of the man's mouth as he yelled and the shaking of his plump belly, a stark contrast to the malnourished and skinny beggars. Unfortunately, his screaming only drew more attention, and soon all eyes were upon him. There was a staff in his hand, as he conjured a small fireball, about the size of a baseball, in the air and waved it around threateningly.
He had no guards with him. After all, who would expect to be surrounded and attacked by weak and pathetic beggars that nobody cared for in broad daylight, not to mention that it was presumably a noble.
While looking at the baseball sized fireball that looked like it would go out at any second, Rowan knew that the man's fate was sealed, and planned for what to do in this situation.
'It's best not to get involved, but I might be able to get some experience in the ensuing chaos. The nobles and the poor definitely do not get along it seems.' Looking at the seas of houses, Rowan realized that there was probably a lot more of the poor than there were of the nobles.
With newfound powers, that could keep growing, who wouldn't want to seize the chance to change their predicament and perhaps usurp the nobles that have oppressed them.
Everyone had a basic weapon provided by the system, corresponding to their choice of weapon type.
Seeing that nobody dared to approach, he sneered, thinking that the beggars were fearful of his background. That would have been the case, had it not been for the system...
A brave soul hobbled forward, knife in hand, and a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"You nobles killed my family!" the man sobbed as he limped forward, tears streaming down his face.
"I was forced to watch... my wife and daughter wer-" another poured out, but didn't get to finish.
"The nobles will pay in blood!" a woman with an arm and scars running across her body yelled out.
"This is God's will, you all heard what was said!" some devout follower of God interpreted out loud.
Then another, and then another, until…
BOOM
The man threw his fireball into the crowd, instantly killing those hit. Some lost limbs, others with gaping holes in their chest, but that didn't deter the mob whatsoever. An old man died standing with a hole in his chest, with the organs all burnt away or spread on the ground. They had nothing to lose. He threw three more fireballs into the mob, killing about a dozen more. However he was sweating profusely by now, and waved his staff again to no avail.
'Will I end up like that? No, I won't...' Seeing this, Rowan was a little startled, however in his past life he has seen and learned about deaths all the time, though this was the first time witnessing it in person. He steeled himself, thinking back to what he's seen before. There were wars throughout history and humans were especially creative in the way they harmed each other, and thanks to the advanced technology people could find all of that information almost anywhere and at anytime.
'I should use my magic sparingly, it seems that overusing mana puts you in a state of weakness.' Rowan thought that that man's state must be a result of exhausting all of his mana. The chaos brought about by the new powers and festering discontentment between the nobility and peasants will undoubtedly cause conflict, at least until something is done about it. His brain was racing, thinking of how to proceed, as he would end up being swamped in whether he wants it or not.
'I need to find more information first, I don't know anything about this world. Though, maybe I can take advantage of this situation.' To do that though, Rowan must survive first, and maybe gain some levels while he was at it...
BOOM
By now, several innards, blood, scorch marks, and dozens of corpses could be seen littered across the floor.
"This is treason! I'm from the noble's distri-" the man was cut off as the mob was upon him now, his screams dying as abruptly as they came.
As for the coachmen? Long gone by now.
The mob had just killed a noble, now they can no longer go back. They were discussing loudly, making plans with their new powers.
"We need to purge them, before the army comes!" a man covered in scorch marks said, he was lucky to have survived. When that was said, everyone's eyes gleamed, as if they realized a great truth.
Everyone turned their attention towards the very center of the city, the nobles district.
'I think I know where to get some levels... and information.' Rowan made his way out of the decrepit room, tightening his grip on the sword in hand, while following the mob moving towards the center of the city.