I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game Chapter 39: New City

He gulped as he read each entry, which was written on the system’s panel. ’30% EXP would be deducted? That’s a little too much.’

His gaze shifted towards Aren, who was stretching his arms. He wasn’t shocked by the ’player kill’ panel.

Expression on Leon’s face was serious, eyes of his eyes were flinching, his teeth were gritted, and his palms were squeezing into a fist.

Aren noticed that Leon’s ntality had taken a small toll on him, so he made his way to him and put his hand on Leon’s shoulder. "Don’t worry too much, if we hadn’t killed them. We would have died, don’t overthink."

Leon gave a small nod as he sighed. ’Yeah, it’s a part of the ga. I should not overthink about the abnormalities of this.’

Right after the ’Player Kill’ panel, a new panel appeared in front of his eyes, flickering with the bright blue light.

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◈ LEVEL UP ◈

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[Level Increased]

└Level 22 → Level 29

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[Experience]

└ EXP Gained: 220,150

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└ Mana 640

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[Unallocated Stat Points]

└ 80 Stat Points Available

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His eyes read the entries, a smile appeared on his lips, his eyes widened slightly and his sweat appeared on his temple.

’30% EXP loss, and still I gained 8 levels? Killing those players and getting a penalty wasn’t even that bad.’

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◈ CHARACTER STATUS ◈

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[Na] - Ragnar

[Race] - Human

[Class] - Dark Mage

[Path] - Dormant Necromancy

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[Level] - 15

[Mana] - 1000 20 (↑1200)

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[Attributes]

└ [Strength] - 30 20

└ [Agility] - 70 20

└ [Endurance] - 50 20

└ [Intellect] - 140 20

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[Skills]

└ Mana Blast

└ Shadow Pierce

└ Shadow Bind

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[Necromancy Authority]

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[Necromancy Rank] - Dormant

[Death Affinity] - High

[Soul Stability] - Available Soul Slots: 3 / 3

└ Bound Souls: None

└ Available Summon Slots: 1 / 1

└ Active Summons: 1

└ Maximum Undead Control: Low

└ ntal Corruption Risk: Minimal

[Note: Necromancy paraters will evolve as the path awakens.]

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[Titles]

└ Brewed Executioner (Rare)

└ True Path Initiate (Legendary)

└ The One Who Walks Alone (Elite)

└ Residual Shadow Assimilation (Epic)

└ The Chosen of Necromancy (Legendary · Unique)

└ The One Bound to a Noble Spirit (Rare · Soul-Type)

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[Unallocated Stat Points: 80]

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A small smirk tucked up on his lips, he extended his hand forward as he started tapping the ’character status’ panel with his finger.

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◈ CHARACTER STATS ◈

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[Na] - Ragnar

[Race] - Human

[Class] - Dark Mage

[Path] - Dormant Necromancy

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[Level] - 29

[Mana] - 3320 20 (↑560)

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[Attributes]

└ [Strength] - 30 10

└ [Agility] - 70 10

└ [Endurance] - 50 10

└ [Intellect] - 140 10

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’This seems perfect for now... My growth is phenonal after getting the Legendary class.’ A smirk was tucked up on his lips.

Before they could even think of doing anything else, Synthia’s body started to panic, sweat ford on her temple, her body’s temperature started to increase, and she was about to fall on the ground.

She staggered back slightly, but before she could fall, Leon grabbed her hand and pulled her back up as he put her hand over his shoulder and said. "You overdid it in this fight, senior."

She closed her eyes slightly, her body was going through a state of mana exhaustion.

Aren leaned on his two knees, positioning his hands a little backward, his posture was as if he was trying to carry soone on his back.

"Put her on my back, I’ll carry her for you." He said.

Leon gave a slow nod, took her near his back and placed her over there. Aren’s hands grabbed Synthia’s legs as he started walking towards their destination.

Leon also started walking alongside him, maintaining his cool, but a rollercoaster of emotions was going on inside his brain.

He maintained his usual calm deanour, eyes were looking forward, and his face remained expressionless.

Both of them travelled without having any kind of conversation between themselves.

Sweat started to appear on Aren’s forehead, his teeth gritting as he let out a loud groan. "UGHH!!! I can’t hold it in anymore,"

He took a small pause and then continued. "Why are you so quiet? It’s so awkward."

Leon looked at Aren from the corner of his eye, and a small sigh escaped through his lips.

"Now you’re sighing up on ? Am I that annoying?" He started sobbing, and small tears welled up in his eyes.

Leon put his hand on his shoulder and started patting it slightly. His voice ca low but firm. "Don’t cry, Aren."

After a while, when Aren finally got a hold of himself, Leon’s voice ca once again. "So, you said you’re in a guild, right?"

Aren quickly gave a nod, and a bright smile appeared on his face as he said. "Yes, I’m in a guild. Our guild’s na is Aetherfall."

Leon raised his hand and kept it under his chin and humd slightly. "Hmm, if you don’t mind asking,"

He took a small pause and then continued. "Why are you going to the city, Ashfall? That city is the second city of the ga, and rankers like you have long crossed it ages ago. So, why?" He said, looking straight into the eyes of Aren.

Aren replied right away, his voice was loud and cheerful. "Because my guild master has called there, all mbers of my guild will be there." He said.

’One of the top guilds would be there in the second city of the ga? Sothing is wrong.’

"Let’s cover the distance quickly before the night cos." He said.

Aren gave a nod as they both started increasing their pace.

After a few hours, both of them reached the inside of the city, where the inside of the city was chaotic, players crowded the streets alongside the shouting shop vendors who were trying to sell their stuff.

Hamring of the blacksmiths was filling the air, group of guards was guarding the place.

Leon took Synthia from Aren and put her on his back. He grabbed her inner thighs, gripping them tightly so that he wouldn’t drop her down.

Aren extended his hand towards Leon, expecting a handshake. "It was a nice journey, Ragnar. Hope we cross paths once again." He said with a bright, warm smile on his face.

Leon extended his hand as he grabbed the hand of Aren. His voice ca low. "Yes, if destiny wants us to cross paths once again." He said.

Aren shook his hand once before leaving it. He turned to the left side and started walking to the other side of the city.

Leon sighed once and muttered under his breath. "Shall we go and complete the quest now, huh?"

He started walking forward, steps of his steps were slow, and his hands remained tucked under the thighs of Synthia.

While he was travelling, he noticed that in the city there were two types of guards who were wearing different kinds of armour.

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