LOOT DROP Chapter: 15

  Fisk woke to a wetness caressing his neck. He opened his eyes, his body pressed tightly in the arms of another as he lay beneath a leafy canopy of his own design. Beside him, Faith, the woman snoring loudly and drooling as she slept soundly.

  “Huh…” Fisk muttered, the woman so close he could feel her heart beating against his chest as he tried to look away from her chest pressed up on him.

  Then it hit him, the events of last night.

  He'd been wounded, nearly dead, the run in with the forest's mini-boss almost game-ending him if not for…

  Fisk looked over to the woman, vaguely recalling her standing over him as he lay fading in and out.

  She must have dragged me back here…

  Fisk almost smiled, a strange feeling bubbling up that he hadn't felt in years. However, before he could identify the emotion, Faith’s arms began to move.

  -[9HP]

  Fisk had attempted to shift, yet upon doing so the woman hugged him close, an audible crack echoing into the pit as Fisk tried not to yelp.

  “My rib…” Fisk eeked out, holding his breath to stifle his body's response to cry out under the pressure of being crushed.

  Then, it stopped, the woman burying her head closer into Fisk's neck.

  “Crushing! Crushing me!” Fisk let out, finally prompting Faith to release him.

  “Hnnrg?” Faith groaned, her eyes fluttering open to make contact with Fisk’s gaze as her head rose slightly with a thin line of drool connecting her mouth to his neck.

  “Mornin.”

  “Uh…” Faith blinked, her limbs wrapped around Fisk, mouth ajar as she froze in place. “Uhm. Hn?!”

  “Here, you can have this back,” Fisk said, wiping the drool off his neck and handing it to Faith whose eyes went wide.

  “HHN!?” Faith shot up, slapping her mouth, the now red-faced woman racing out of the sleeping pit and into the forest screaming “NOOOOOOOOO!”

  Fisk chuckled before turning his attention to his system and a bell icon that had suddenly appeared.

  [Congratulations! You have Slain your First Monster!]

  [Class Options Unlocked!]

  Support System Menu

  Title: Nobody

  Name: Tony Fisk

  Level: 5

  Race: Other

  HP: 70/70

  SP: 95/95

  MP: 50/50

  CLASS: [Available!]

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  Free Points: 10

  STRENGTH: 39

  VITALITY; 7

  SENSE: 10

  DEXTERITY: 30

  ARCANA: 5

  EGO: 20

  TRAITS: None

  SKILLS: Observe LvL:1, Airburst LvL 1, Air Kick LvL 1.

  SPELLS: None.

  “Finally…” Fisk let out, about to tap on the class option when Faith finally returned.

  “So! You’re in good condition!” Faith said.

  “Well… everything except my clothes…” Fisk said, looking down at his torn tunic and pants that oddly didn’t count as armor for his character equipment screen. “You ready to go?”

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  “Yup. I got more berries for us,” Faith said, pulling out a handful of red berries from her blouse pocket.

  “Nice, love me some pocket-berries,” Fisk said, rising out of his pit to continue their journey to the next town. “Do you know anyone in Talahar? Anyone that can give us work or a place to lie low?”

  Faith seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying to Fisk. It was slight, but her face had adopted an almost worried look for a fraction of a second as she thought about his questions.

  “There's… an innkeeper who may provide us lodging. And there's always the local adventurer’s guild in Talahar, but…” Faith trailed off, stopping in place.

  “But?”

  “Most of the immortals that come this way are from Talahar…”

  “Oh….” Fisk frowned. “Well, I was planning on getting a disguise anyway...”

  “With what money?”

  “Right…”

  “The guild tests are all public too. If you want to join them, you'll have to do it in a public venue.”

  “Great,” Fisk muttered. “Wait a minute. Ha… perfect.”

  “What? What's perfect? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “You'll join the adventurer’s guild.”

  “Me?” Faith replied incredulously.

  “Yeah, you'll join, take the test, then we can do quests together. You pick up the contracts, then I'll do them.”

  “B-but-”

  “You have a better idea?” Fisk asked, stopping in his tracks to face the woman. “It's just temporary, once we have enough funds to get a disguise that'll be it.”

  “What… what happens after you get your disguise?”

  “We part ways? I don't know. I have a job to do and it'll probably be easier for me to do it alone.”

  “Oh…” Faith replied, the unmistakable disappointment in her voice clear as day. “Oh, I almost forgot! Speaking of cash, I collected the pathet parts, I thought maybe we could sell them for money! Let me go get them from where I hid them!”

  Before Fisk could say anything the woman was off, racing into the woods excitedly before he could stop her.

  Fisk sighed.

  Continuing on, Fisk opened up his system, tapping on the class option to unveil a litany of options that appeared before Fisk and flooded his view.

  [Class Options Available]

  [Common Class Thief: The Big Boss once started as a simple thief, only to be renown as the greatest mercenary that ever lived, founding a country of mercenaries whose members were akin to diamonds and loyal to their contracts like dogs. Assassins, Fencers, and Shinobi all start out as thieves, but eventually become so much more.]

  [Common Class Hunter: To be a hunter is to be an apex predator, a being that becomes one with their environment as they hunt-or tame their prey. Wyvern riders, Beast Tamers, Eagle-Eyes, a myriad of classes stem from simply a love of the wilds.]

  [Common Class Fighter: Swordmasters, Highborn Knights, Brigids, and Slayers. All at one point or another a simple fighter looking to perfect their art. The King of Vuriksha is said to have developed a sword art that could pierce the heavens.]

  [Common Class Initiate: A neophyte of the mystic and spiritual arts. Whether they be tower master, lich, or saintess, their journey began with the simple curiosity of magic.]

  Fisk eyed the four starter classes, the building blocks to access new classes as one gained knowledge and perfected their builds. However, these were all unappealing in comparison to the options highlighted in gold.

  [Unique-Class: Newtype: Tapping into the mechanical force that resides in all things, a cyber Newtype is not shackled by the confines of a given role- able to analyze, adapt, and use anything they observe to momentarily mimic the abilities of others, a Newtype can fulfill the role of blademaster to lich, with some skills even becoming permanent additions to their arsenal. [Admin Override]

  [Unique-Class: Blood Artificer: Masters of invention, artificers wield both magic and metal to accomplish their goal of innovating and pioneering the future of El Gia using the material and immaterial to accomplish their art. A blood Artificer however, uses their own body as a forge to develop and test creations deemed abominable by even the darkest of occult sects.] [Admin Override]

  [Unique-Class: Sunlight Sculptor: A Unique Class harnessing the power of the sunlight to infuse one's creations. It is said a student of the King of Vuriksha used his artistic talents to bring even his artwork to life, creating a walking armory infused with his magic.][Admin Override]

  [Unique-Class: Soul Taker: You have stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. The last shadow walker Artorias trudged a thin line between life and death, constantly on the verge of succumbing to its loving embrace yet teetering just out of reach. Because of your special connection with death, shadows heed your orders and the souls of those you’ve slain now fuel your blade and answer your call.] [Admin Override]

  [Unique-Class: Lawbringer: A Watcher, observer, a being that stands in judgment of the natural flow. Harnessing the cosmic powers of the universe, Maat stood judge over the fragile balance between deities. Warping reality and crushing those that disturbed the peace of the universe with LE VEDA as her watchtower. The path of a Lawbringer is a tireless, lonesome path, and those that pursue it do so knowing that with great power, comes great responsibility.] [Admin Override]

  [Unique-Class: Promethean: Fire is pretty and Sol, the first Avatar of flame, wished to share its beauty with the world, teaching others how to create fire and establishing the country of Agni. Everywhere you walk the world comes alight in beautiful hues of color. No water can dose you, no chill can smother you. And as the embodiment of Primordial flames you will one day burn as hot as the sun.] [Admin Override]

  Fisk eyed his options, mulling over the description of each that weren't very descriptive of their abilities. Well… Newtype however had the class features spelled out while the rest seemed to just be lore dumps.

  Promethean sounds like it would bring alot of firepower… Soul taker sounds edgy… Sculptor? The hell am I supposed to fight something with a chisel? Fisk scowled, eyeing blood artificer. I’m not much of a builder…

  Looking through the options Fisk sighed, the only one out of his choices that seemed appealing.

  “Sure… why not have discount sharingan…” Fisk muttered before tapping on the option.

  [You have Selected Class: Newtype]

  [Are you certain this is what you wish to be? Class selection is permanent but can be expanded upon in the future!]

  [Yes]

  [No]

  Fisk sighed, tapping on the yes option. Then, he waited.

  “Hm…” Fisk said, rubbing his chin with a frown.

  “What's wrong?” Faith asked.

  “Nothing… just…” Fisk pursed his lips, “Was hoping for something to happen. Seems I got my-SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-”

  “MR. FISK!”

  Suddenly Fisk began to glow, his body levitating as explosive gales began to pick up around him, the sky above, turning red, a massive red eye appearing upon the tapestry of the bleeding sky to look down at Fisk.

  [YoU hAvE bEeN ChOSEn!]