" Tremble"
" Bow before my might"
"Hahaha"
"Shake in your boots"
"Hahahahaha"
The sounds of impact continued to echo around as a figure brought his hammers down again and again.
"Has he always been like that?"
"Sigh! Yeah, when he wields his hammers, he becomes a completely different person. He's no longer a pervert - he becomes a battle freak!"
The being discussed was my friend David, and the ones talking about him were, of course, me and Diana. We watched on as David continued to massacre the dungeon mobs, flaunting his newfound prowess at level 40. It was almost as if he had been reborn, no longer the perverted and flirty person we knew, but now a battle-hungry warrior with a thirst for combat.
David's class wasn't a normal one like the average mage, battle monk, or others you see every day. Classes themselves had classifications according to their rarity and power, starting with the regular ones like mage, swordsman, and ranger, to rare ones like battle monk, sorcerer, and assassin. This was followed by epic-ranked classes such as battle mage, magic swordsman, and technomancer. And then there was David's class, a weapon master variant. Now, the regular weapon master class is already rare, but what sets David's class apart is his ability to clone or create any weapon he has mastered up to a 3-star proficiency. Above epic, we had unique classes like soul empress currently held by Sophia and legendary ones, like my puppeteer class.
There were also talks about the existence of mythical classes, but there was no proof of that. Though people speculated that my ability would have reached that level if my predecessor had fused with chaos instead of them rejecting the fate laid out for them, but those were just speculations. Nobody knew that for sure.
When it comes to Diana... let's just avoid discussing her. While her class may be the regular mage class, her existence is far from ordinary. She was born with a unique attribute known as the Maiden of Luck physique, or something along those lines. Not that I pay much attention to the name itself, but this intriguing physique bestows upon her an exceptional amount of good luck. And if that wasn't remarkable enough, she possesses the ability to siphon luck from any males who dare to ogle her or from jealous females. However...
"Why are you staring, you pervert?" Diana exclaimed, hastily covering her chest.
When it comes to Diana... let's just avoid discussing her. While her class may be the regular mage class, her existence is far from ordinary. She was born with a unique attribute known as the Maiden of Luck physique, or something along those lines. Not that I pay much attention to the name itself, but this intriguing physique bestows upon her an exceptional amount of good luck. And if that wasn't remarkable enough, she possesses the ability to siphon luck from any males who dare to ogle her or from jealous females. However...
"Why are you staring, you pervert?" Diana exclaimed, hastily covering her chest.
' Yup, the universe is truly fair' I thought
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[ANYA'S PERSPECTIVE]
While everyone looked at David's display of power with awe, my heart sank as it brought back painful memories that I had long suppressed. It was the tale of three friends, David, Damian, and Diana. These three had been inseparable for centuries, growing stronger together and sharing everything. However, an unrequited love triangle complicated their bond. David had deep feelings for Diana, but her heart belonged to Damian.
After facing rejection and uncovering the truth, a heartbroken David mustered up the courage to confront his friend, only to stumble upon a devastating scene that shattered his world. Consumed by anger, David unleashed his fury upon his former friends, but alas, he suffered defeat and chose to disappear without leaving a trace.
About two hundred years later, news spread like wildfire that David had taken his own life, and five hundred years after that tragic incident, Diana met her untimely demise in the midst of the treacherous ascension trials to attain godhood.
I sighed and prayed to whoever was listening in hope that history does not repeat itself in this lifetime.