Deep in the night.
Max breathed heavily on the bed.
[The Shard of Infinity has chosen you as its vessel]
A pink screen rippled through his blurry vision. He gulped; his mouth tasted bloody, and his brain pounded against his skull with a vicious pain—if brains could even feel pain. And an intense urge to throw up steadily climbed up his throat.
Memories flickered past his mind.
A truck.
He had been the driver—even though he didn't know how to drive. He had just ended up boasting too much after his first time trying alcohol and amidst the thundering rain and night, he had crashed into a tree.
He had died.
Young and virgin, he had died.
Everything was dark.
Max struggled to open his eyes, but things were a blur. He had no idea where he was at all. Suddenly, a stabbing pain radiated into him from his fingertips. He jerked his gaze downwards and saw something before him—although he wasn't sure if he was just seeing things.
There, floating in front of his fingers, was a hologram screen.
He instinctively tried tapping on the keys, but his hands just passed through it.
Holy shit! Have I gained superpowers? A system for real?
Max found it absurd.
Was his long-time fantasy becoming real?
[You have successfully bound the Shard of Infinity and modified it to match your tastes—it has been integrated into you as an RPG screen] A chilly, robotic voice of himself spoke in Max's mind.
OH MY GODDHO!
It was real.
All the time watching isekai animes and procrastinating about reincarnation was worth it.
[Please choose a Class to completely assimilate the Shard of Infinity to your new body!]
Max looked at the screen, his surroundings an empty blank.
Class choosing?
He became excited. What classes were there?
[Choose Class]
[Human Classes]
[Fiend Classes]
[Note: Classes do not alter your body's shape, size, or biology. Each class has a unique skill set and once chosen, cannot be changed under any circumstance. Failure to select within the next 30 minutes will result in a random assignment. Choose wisely.]
"Oh… there are two sections. Let's check human classes first…"
[Human Classes]
[Mage] [Martial Artist] [Healer] [Beast Tamer]
[Note: Sub-classes unlock at levels 10, 20, 40, 80, and 160 for further evolution. Choose carefully.]
Max blinked.
What do you mean by further evolution exactly?
Is it like Mage to Arch Mage or Mage to Darkness Mage or something similar?
The system didn't reply.
Well let's see what we have in Fiend classes…
[Fiend classes]
[Milf Manic] [Goblin] [Blood Kin Copier] [Hate Joker] [Plunder Sucker] [10X Milk Man]
[Note: Sub-classes unlock at levels 10, 20, 40, 80, and 160 for further evolution. Choose carefully.]
Is there no deeper explanation about this stuff?
Max frowned, trying to find the description for the classes. But there was no such thing—all he had to go for were the names. As he questioned it deeply though, the system answered on its own—revealing the descriptions for each class.
Reinvigorated, Max ignored the classes that he already knew—Mage, Martial Artist, and Healer. Mage was a magician who can cast spells, martial artists were people who have strong bodies, and healers were self evident.
But a bit curious, he looked at Beast Tamer, even though it was clear too.
—
[Beast Tamer]A warrior who forms bonds with creatures of the world, raising them to become powerful allies. Some tame dragons, others create abominations.
[Sub-class Examples: Spirit Caller, Monster Fucker, Chimera Shaper, Demon Binder, Wild King]
[Abilities… currently unknown]
_
Omoshiroi, He cringed. Oh no, I might cringe myself to death.
Time was ticking fast, he looked at the next classes.
—
[Milf Manic]
A cursed being who thrives on seduction and the affections of mature women. The more love, obsession, or resentment they generate, the stronger they become.
[Abilities: Charm Aura, Emotional Feast, Age Reversal, Desire Absorption]
[Sub-class Examples: currently unknown]
—
Max gulped. Mature women, those tantalizing ladies he had never dared to make a move on…
Cough. Cough.
—
[Goblin]
A lowly creature with infinite potential. Starts weak, but through cunning, trickery, and brutal survival instincts, they can evolve into something far more terrifying.
[Abilities: Rapid Evolution, Pack Leader Charm, Adaptation Instinct, Goblin Emperor Path]
—
Omoshirok nai.
Cringe.
Okay, continue.
—
[Blood Kin Copier]
A beast that can copy the abilities of its family by ingesting their DNA into itself or its DNA into them.
[Abilities: Blood Mimicry, Genetic Theft, Vampire's Feast, Flesh Metamorphosis]
—
Hmm… If I have a nice family, this would be nice. But I don't know about that.
A grin stretched on Max's face.
—
[Hate Joker]
A chaotic trickster who turns hatred into power. The more people despise them, the stronger they become. They thrive on misery, mischief, and malice.
[Abilities: Scorn Conversion, Chaos Puppet, Nightmare Fuel, The Last Laugh]
—
Meh. Boring and edgy.
—
[Plunder Sucker]
A fiend who grows stronger by stealing the essence of others—strength, experience, luck, even vitality. Everything they take becomes theirs but they have to sacrifice others to grow stronger.
[Abilities: Skill Drain, Vitality Theft, Luck Leech, Apex Predator]
—
Oh the world…
Max clenched his imaginary fist.
How I want to be a good man, but you are tempting me. If I have the power of an Apex Predator, which woman can reject me? What can I not do?
—
[10X Milk Man]
A bizarre being with a body that produces an endlessly regenerating, mysterious liquid that enhances strength, stamina, and other desirable traits. The more they "produce," the stronger they become.
[Abilities: Nutrient Overload, Hyper Regeneration, Milkstorm, Divine Lactation]
—
Eh, weird ahh class bro. No way with this one.
So anyway, what should he choose?
Max's mind whirled as he stared at the options before him.
His heart pounded, time ticking down mercilessly.
Each class offered its own unique brand of insanity. Some were tempting in all the wrong ways—Milf Manic? Plunder Sucker?—while others seemed outright bizarre, like 10X Milk Man.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think logically. This was a once-in-a-lifetime decision, and he couldn't afford to screw it up.