The Unoraks were a small-time noble house of the Darsia Kingdom, situated at the borders of Pethraya Forest dividing the Darsia from the Queendom of Elfinoea. Boron Regus Unarok and his wife Cecia Melim had no idea that their third son's soul has already left and another has taken his place.
While the Unarak couple was fighting to protect the borders of the kingdom from beast tides, they had not the slightest clue that their third son was already dead and his soul could not even pass on turning into a remnant soul.
Thus, Jestor had the specie undead on his status panel, he was an incomplete being, a remnant soul shard embedded into the two-day-old dead body. What killed the boy was a bone disease called the 'Bone Melter Virus'. It wasn't much different from the Tuberculosis of the Modern Earth, just magical of nature.
'Tracing back, if my Medic class didn't awaken due to the trying to fix the virus, I really would have been just a deadweight on the bed like the original Jestor,' thought the reincarnator. 'The life core of the Medic class really saved my life back then.'
Undead creatures carry a negative aura and life force which makes it easy for anyone to identify them unless they evolve into a higher undead. However, the medic class allows Jestor to easily cover that aura with a positive life force and aura. Under normal circumstances, this was impossible for an undead without causing its death. Yet, his gift,
Joster's greatest fortune was that the ghoul body of the original Unorak had yet to rot and start to peel off his bones. 'I bet that without the Medic class, the flesh and skin of the boy would already be rotting off my skin.'
'Over the last four years, I have been able to explore many uses of my gifts,' Jestor thinks inwardly as he runs towards the forest outskirts. 'My three wishes turned into three powers
'Open Atypical Trait Status'
{Atypical Traits:
The owner can develop and equip the powers of different classes from Amorous Adventures, using them like his own. This power is self-attuning and would adapt itself to the will of its owner. The trait has been created through a shard of divinity and has a self-growing nature.
Limits: Does not possess any game-like auxiliary functions like a level up, skill tree, inventory, and so on.
Born from a wish of the owner to develop the original
Limits: Only the twelve main classes can be advanced into a new class.
A trait formed due to the will of the owner with the assistance of deities. It modifies the user's fate and dreams corelating them with destiny itself. This allows the user to always claim enough resources, talent, and potential to overcome himself.
Limits: Must make an enormous effort to change to surpass himself.}
'The 2nd and 3rd seems to have the same functions but they were essentially different wishes that ensure I get what I want,' affirmed Joster. 'Their functions override each other's limits aimed to recreate Amorous Adventure into reality. I desire to create the world of Amorous Adventures and rule over that world as its sole eternal deity.'
The unyielding flames of determination burning in Joster's heart gleamed through his cold undead eyes. It is the same desire that allowed Joster to endure 4 reincarnations. He forgot his original name, his identity, and his past, but never forgot Amorous Adventures. Yet, he never forgot how created Amorous Adventures, it was his solace and desire, and belief that it is all that is true from the core of his being that could not be erased---his eternity.
The manor of Unaroks couldn't be said as luxurious as the other nobles of the kingdom. According to the memories of the original Joster, the boronate was frequently attacked by low-grade monsters from the outer layer of the Pethraya Forest.
Facing off and surviving against such tides of monsters has made the Boron and Boroness into battle-hardened war machines in human flesh. But their contributions were never acknowledged by the crown much less to be rewarded. Otherwise, the Unoraks would already be archdukes considering the generations of protections they had given the kingdom.
Thinking about the original Joster's parents, he could not help but remember the state of his room. His room was moderately clean and had no furniture much like the rest of the manor.
'When they confirmed that Joster was holding on to the last string of life and could die in any moment, the servants all ran away. They were even daring to take away all the furniture and anything of value,' sighs Joster. 'The Boron and Boroness Unorak have not visited their manor in the last four years,' thought Joster. 'Either they are dead or they no longer care about their son, maybe even though he is dead. Well, it does not matter. Let's hunt.'
"Kekekere," a group of six goblins with a hobgoblin as their leader rushes towards Joster screaming excitedly.
Joster's gaze focused on the hobgoblin ignoring the rest as if they did not exist. Suddenly he pointed his wooden sword at the enemy coating it with his aura. In a split second, he swang...
*Whosh*
*Spat*
Before the goblins could even understand what was going on, their leader hobgoblin's head and upper torso part burst, splashing the meat and blood all over the grass and trees around. The absence of their cranky and loud leader's roars puzzled the goblin as the scent of the gore rose incessant ire in their heart.
Dread filled their eyes as they came to halt and craned their head back. But just by looking back, they had already committed the stupidest move on the battlefield ---turning your eyes away from your enemy.
*stab**stab**stab**stab**stab**stab**stab*
Soon, in a matter of 5 seconds, all the goblins found a new hole in the back of their heads. "I need better aura control, efficiency, and reservoir..." Jestor mutters as he picks up the hobgoblin carcass and starts feasting upon its blood and flesh.
Even if his organs could function as a normal human body, he was nevertheless, a ghoul and ghost hybrid--An undead to the core. He might not need to feast on soul and life force to sustain himself anymore due to the Medic class, but they could still accelerate his growth.