The useless U.I. of the system screens didn't even show the young man any timestamps, so he couldn't be sure exactly when it happened… But he had leveled up to five at some point while he was bleeding out in the forest or while he had been unconscious and that meant he should be able to choose a class. At first, Mike had been underwhelmed with the class choices offered and he quickly minimized the screen and tried to roll his sore body over after reviewing them to relieve the aching in his bones. The choices had been a physical damage-focused class, the Fighter, which had such a generic description he didn't bother reading past 'Your standard issue-'. The next choice was a support class named 'Punching Bag' and he didn't even bother to look at the description for that one. With the final choice being 'Random' he concluded to not test his fate, deciding to just stew on the issue while he got his bearings.