[Tutorial Guide]
[System will now display the guide to show you the basic knowledge about this world]
[And about your hidden class Plague Doctor]
He was very keen on learning everything he could about these places and their people. The Holy Kingdom was a very powerful country in Heistea which is where his new life took place.
It was controlled by followers who were faithful to their goddess and she had more control over them than any other human being would have over his fellow man.
On the rest of the continents, different races ruled; there were tough demons in some areas while others had sturdy dwarfs but each one had its own way of life and tradition.
He murmured, staring at the screen 'The Heistean continent, dominated by the Holy Kingdom and dedicated to the Goddess of Light… It's essentially a human continent although other races control their respective regions too.'
Determined, he kept scrolling through the tutorial screen trying to absorb everything it said.
"Unique Skills...", he said, with a curious air about him as he spoke the words. "They are skills which none but one person in the world possesses, not even any particular tribe ... Then it must be true that they were meant for nobody else except myself."
He found out more while going into this; They were not simply great talents; they could never be used as ordinary powers; their use was a way of showing destiny, the special appointment of people selected out by a chance that came from nowhere or from anywhere in the universe.
"And unique classes..." His gaze sharpened as he considered the rarest of vocations, bestowed upon only one of each race. Among them stood the revered titles of Saint and Saintess, symbols of divine favor and unparalleled virtue.
"If one with a unique skill perishes..." His voice trailed off, his thoughts drifting to the implications of such a fate. "Then the skill may be passed on to another, chosen by the world's will..."
As He absorbed the information about the classes in this realm, his mind brimmed with intrigue at the diverse paths available to its inhabitants.
"Common, advanced, and unique classes..." he mused, his thoughts drifting through the myriad possibilities. "Each offering its own set of skills and abilities, shaping the destiny of those who wield them."
He contemplated the common classes, readily accessible to any who entered this world. From humble occupations like farmer and merchant to revered roles such as healer and swordsman, these paths were open to all.
"Advanced classes..." His voice grew hushed with reverence as he pondered the elite lineage of these formidable roles. Reserved for the bloodlines of nobility and royalty, they represented the pinnacle of achievement, each bearing titles of power and prestige.
"Sword god, Death Knight, Archmage, Demon King, Hero..." The names rolled off his tongue, each one laden with the weight of legacy and heritage.
As he immersed himself further into the lore of this world, he stumbled upon the intriguing notion of hidden classes, veiled in secrecy and draped in uncertainty.
"Hidden classes..." He whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he pondered the enigmatic nature of these elusive vocations. "Forged by the hand of the Supreme God in times of turmoil and corruption..."
He listened intently as the narrative unfolded, painting a picture of a world teetering on the brink of collapse. A world where strength usurped justice, where the powerful preyed upon the weak with impunity, and where inequality reigned unchecked.
"In such dark times..." His voice trembled with solemnity, "The hidden class emerges as a beacon of hope, a force of reckoning to restore balance and harmony to a fractured world."
Understanding what was said, he recognized how important it is for him or anyone else who belongs to this group - including himself as a Plague Doctor - should have thought themselves between lines since they were created.
Having been chosen to receive such orders from higher powers, he knew he had no other choice but use his abilities not to destruct everything around but make them born again bringing new era of peace and prosperity for all..
"Yes," he whispered to himself, realizing its meaning. "My class is not just special, it's secret - created during disorder so that it may alter things when they have gone wrong with the world."
"I am not bound by the constraints of convention," he whispered to himself, his voice filled with quiet determination. "As a bearer of the hidden class, I carry the burden of responsibility to enact change, to challenge the status quo, and to pave the way for a brighter future."
His eyes stayed fixed on the moon, its soothing radiance washing over his battered body. Beneath the burden of lifeless bodies pinning him down, he fought to break free, his thoughts swirling with doubt and confusion.
"Why me?" he whispered, his voice tinged with frustration and doubt. "I am but a mere reincarnation, devoid of any lingering ties to this world. Why have I been chosen for this task?"
He looked up at the moon, shining peacefully in the night sky. He hoped it could give him comfort and help as he struggled with his fate.
"Must I seek the answer alone?" he wondered aloud, his words carried on the night breeze. "Am I destined to uncover the truth of my purpose in this world?"
But even as he pondered, a new message materialized before his eyes, illuminating the darkness with its cryptic words.
[You, who are untethered by the bonds of this world are the perfect instrument of justice, poised to wield the power of a third party. Will you be the harbinger of destruction, or the beacon of salvation? The choice is yours.]
The message came through loud and clear, strong and steady. It got him thinking - his journey was his own, his future all up to him. Staring into the unknown, he figured the answers were inside him, just waiting to be found.