Conditions were necessary to unlock particular Classes. The Dark Sorcerer Class was one of them as was the Warrior of Light. Public information was scarce on the two Classes too. Perhaps ntions and brief explanations in the biographies and docuntation on great historical figures but not much else. Unlike the Wizard Class or Interdiate or Master Swordsman Classes, there was no journal or guidebook or recording on the conditions of the Classes. The Classes existed in whispers. A lottery ticket, so to speak.
Dasha received the Dark Sorcerer Class after wearing Jack the Ripper’s mask.
"Hugo Sánchez," Dasha said. "That is the Warrior of Light’s na."
Hugo Sánchez received the Warrior of Light Class as soon as he appeared in the Heavenly Gas for his goodness on Earth. That did beg the question: what did he do?
"Hugo Sánchez. We will add him to the list of Champion Candidates. Unless..." Daughter glanced at him. "You killed him already?"
Dasha filled his tea cup. "Unfortunately, our battle was interrupted by the grace period."
"Unfortunate, eh?" She mulled over the na and emptied the last of her cup, which promptly floated over for a refill. Dasha obliged, making sure to add in the necessary sugar pouches. The cup returned to its owner. "A xican na, yes? That ans we can assu he’s been given the Divine Blessing of the Lord." She raised four fingers. "The class gives four Class Skills: Healer’s Touch, Rays of the Sun, Ultra Mana Efficiency, and a skill bestowed by the god of their religion. Only two elents can be used: Holy Flas and Holy Water. But it’s the Gifted Skill that poses the largest problem. The Divine Blessings of the Lord, a branch of the Foresight skill. In practice, it’s the sa thing but the cause of it is different. Foresight is from one’s own future sight—the Divine Blessing of the Lord cos from the Abrahamic God. Ah, well, I suppose it does have one key difference. Unlike Foresight which requires manual application, the Divine Blessing of the Lord is autonomous. It’s a semi-passive, semi-general skill."
’Ah, so that’s why he was directly outside the range of my Qi Sense. I believed it was luck but no. He was given the future. Gifted it.’
"I believe his flas..." Dasha muttered. "...bypassed my defences. At least, that is the only way for to make sense of the damage I took."
"Yes, that is the effect of Holy Flas. They bypass any armour and strike the soul directly. You have been training as a Cultivator, yes? Until you reach the Nascent Soul, your armour will an nothing to him." Daughter locked eyes with him. "You should kill this Hugo now while he’s still inexperienced. His overall offense and defence are likely close to class three or four but his raw stats are not. His reaction speed can only go so far with the Divine Blessing. We will have soone follow him and you will give him a death that he cannot avoid—"
"No need. I’ll wait."
"No? Is that not why you ca to ?"
Dasha stared at his Earl Tea. Rather than his face, he was t with the white mask of Jack the Ripper. He had figured sothing was going on. Even so, his lips moved on their own. "I see no point in killing a fighter with such potential. I intend to finish my battle with him properly. There will be no question regarding which of us is the stronger one."
In the old world, he would have assassinated Hugo, no questions asked. But here, in a world of unknowns, he was...intrigued. This class that was considered all but extinct had returned—and in the hands of a real warrior at that. Not so Saint or Pope or exalted prophet, but a fighter. This was—
Illogical.
’This desire to fight powerful opponents is not my own.’ Dasha touched the mask. ’It’s Jack. It’s this mask which is slowly warping into its original wielder. I should kill Hugo and all the players that could pose a threat to , yet for so reason...’
"So, the rumours are true," Daughter echoed. "Jack the Ripper is obsessed with finding worthy ones."
’I can’t fight it. I want to fight. I want to wait.’
All actions had consequences. All power ca at a price. This was Dasha’s. A curse preventing him from thinking straight—from being himself.
"Although...it’s strange." The tea coming down to the floor, Daughter sat upright and cross-legged. A brow raised, she cupped her cheek. "The last ti the Warrior of Light appeared was in your era, Jack. In fact, you were the one that killed her."
Dasha collected his tea seat, body language empty of emotion. "I don’t recall such a weakling."
Daughter cracked a small smile. "Marianne Cope...I suppose she was more of a caretaker than a fighter."
He turned his back to her. "Do keep updated on Hugo."
"I will have Grace give you a report if anything intriguing happens." He felt Daughter smile. "I am enjoying your progress, Dasha. Take care not to run into a block."
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