After mentally shouting 'Claim!'
Ding!!
CALCULATING ATTRIBUTES…
Analyzing the host's capabilities to establish the foundation for champion template selection.
AVERAGE STRENGTH…
AVERAGE AGILITY…
AVERAGE VITALITY…
HIGH INTELLIGENCE…
HIGH TOLERANCE TO DAMAGE…
Note: Cloth armor equipped.
RANDOMIZING CLASS BASED ON HOST'S ATTRIBUTES…
PLEASE SELECT (1) CLASS:
Blacksmith
Miner
Farmer
Aldrich scanned the list the System provided, carefully weighing his options. "This will determine my future growth. I need the most profitable and versatile Class."
"All these templates are to be honest, kind of shitty. I thought that with my high intelligence I could have the mage class or even somewhere along the line" He crossed out two of the options.
He doesn't know how the system picks out his classes but it was really random.
What he does not know is because his body stats was below average and the appraisal deemed his potential to be low.
Miner and Farmer.
"These three are, what can I say, too low for me. Not to be mean but it kind of does not match my noble pedigree."
Only the blacksmith class remained. Unlike the others, a blacksmith offers auxiliary capabilities, including upgrading teammates' equipment. A blacksmith could still fight effectively. He hoped this choice would also grant him mastery in this art.
Satisfied, Aldrich nodded decisively. "I choose Blacksmith."
CONGRATULATIONS ON CHOOSING THE BLACKSMITH CLASS!
DOWNLOADING…
1%...
17%...
59%...
81%...
100%...
WARNING: Host might feel some minor tingling.
The System's message seemed innocuous, but Aldrich couldn't shake a sense of unease. Was this truly just a harmless warning, or a harbinger of something far more intense?
Aldrich read the last message, nervously chuckling. "Well, that can't be so baAa-!!"
A searing pain engulfed his body. It felt like molten lava poured over him, while his tendons stretched and reshaped. His bones were reforged, as if becoming pure steel. Aldrich let out an agonized shriek, the most excruciating pain he'd experienced in both lifetimes.
CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE NOW A NEWBIE BLACKSMITH.
Arthas's POV:
"Thankfully, his physique meets the basic requirement for Jan'ahrem's blessing," Arthas thought, smiling as he hugged Eleanor tightly.
The crowd stared at the holy glow emanating from Aldrich's body. Suddenly, it shifted to a red, blistering heat. Sweat broke out as they felt the radiating intensity.
Alarmed, Arthas released Eleanor and rushed toward the pedestal. The heatwave pushed him back. His heart shattered as his son's cries of agony echoed.
"Help him!" Eleanor screamed, while the priest consoled her. "Only the child can help himself," the priest intoned.
The group watched helplessly as the baby seemed to burn alive, each moment stretching into eternity. Finally, the fire extinguished, and the holy glow returned, healing the child.
The priest hurried to the child, his robes swaying as he knelt beside the small figure. He extended his hands, which began to glow faintly, and murmured ancient words in a rhythmic chant. The air around him shimmered as the spell took form, enveloping the child in a soft, golden light that pulsed with each intonation. Gradually, the tension in his shoulders eased, and he let out a relieved sigh. He sighed in relief. "The child is safe. He's unharmed. In fact, his physique has been strengthened significantly by the fire."
Eleanor rushed forward, scooping up her baby. Tears streamed down her face as she cuddled him. "Oh, my poor baby. What happened to him?" she asked.
The priest shook his head. "I don't know. This has never happened before."
Viscount Edward placed a comforting hand on Arthas's shoulder, nodding silently.
Arthas sighed deeply. "What is his talent?" he asked the priest.
The priest brought out a crystal, chanting a spell to reveal its glyphs. His eyes widened in astonishment. "I expected a powerful mage-like talent, but… his talent lies in blacksmithing."
The group was stunned, but Eleanor's relief was palpable. "As long as he's not on the battlefield." She patted her heart, kissing the baby's forehead.
"Thank you, priest," the couple said, bowing. The group began to leave the church.
The priest watched them depart, worry etched on his face. He silently prayed for their safety and good fortune.
While all this unfolded, Aldrich examined his new Status Panel.
[Class: Newbie Blacksmith]
Level: 1
Experience: 0/200
Per level: +0.20 Strength
+0.20 Vitality
+0.10 Intelligence
+0.10 Agility
Unassigned attribute: +0.5
Innate Talents:
Living Forge: Can craft any equipment as long as the host has materials and blueprints.
Master Craftsman (Level 0/7): Can craft/forge common items. (Item rarity increases as skill level rises.)
Blacksmith's Temper: 5% chance to deal double damage and stun an enemy when the host's craft is used.
Active Skills:
Volcanic Rupture: Sends a fissure in the target direction, dealing physical damage (110% Strength + Vitality) to enemies and slowing them by 40% for 2 seconds. After 1 second, a magma pillar erupts, knocking enemies aside.
Sulphur Breath: Belches fire in a cone, dealing magic damage (120% Intelligence) every 0.15 seconds. The final gout triggers Temper for 3 seconds, ensuring a 100% chance to activate its effect.
Heavy Charge: Charges in a direction, dealing physical damage to enemies in the path and stopping upon colliding with terrain (15 + 40% Armor). Collision creates a shockwave, knocking up and stunning enemies for 1.25 seconds, dealing additional damage.
[Status Panel]
Age: 1 / 75 years
Class: Newbie Blacksmith (Level 1)
Health: 6.1 / 6.1
Mana: 14.9 / 14.9
Strength: 0.61
Agility: 0.51
Intelligence: 1.49
Vitality: 0.61
Skill Points: 2
Unused Attribute Points: 0.75
Experience Points: 1000
Aldrich frowned, deep in thought. "Where should I allocate my attribute points?" he muttered, tapping his chin. "If I max out Strength, maybe I can finally open jars without asking for help. Or should I put it into Intelligence and impress everyone with my dazzling wit?"
He smirked at the absurdity of his own musings but quickly sobered.
"Ah, who am I kidding? One wrong move and I'm toast. I'd better be careful."
While Aldrich wrestled with his oddly comedic internal debate, the others remained grim, each silently grappling with the weight of his transformation.
"It seems skills might level up without using points. Leveling didn't provide any skill points, after all."
He smirked. "At least I have the passive Master Craftsman. That alone justifies my genius choice."
Aldrich's mind wandered to his rune page and how to fill it. "Maybe it's tied to the lottery system."