Chapter 1 Only a Fool Would Choose Necromanc er!
Auroran Alliance, Havenwood City.
Havenwood Academy, Class Two, playing field.
“Students, after three years of study, you have mastered the theoretical knowledge of professional classes, and your physical fitness has met the standard.”
“Today is the day of your class transfer, the day that will decide your future!”
“I won’t waste any more words. As you all know, once you choose a certain class, that class will stay with you for life, and it cannot be changed.”
“Therefore, you must choose your class with seriousness!”
The class advisor looked at the magic array constantly being worked on by staff in the field, and couldn’t help but repeat words he had said countless times to the students.
“After entering the array, first check your Talent. If it’s a magic-based Talent, choose a Mage-type class. If it’s a physical-based Talent, choose a physical-type class.”
“If you have another type of Talent, prioritize the Warrior class. This is the most versatile class, which can be paired with almost any Talent, and the combat power is not bad.”
“If your Talent is unique, support classes, as well as Monk, Ranger, Swordsman, Dancer... can also be chosen.”
“But there is one type of class you must never choose, even if your Talent is an absolute match!”
“Do you know what class I’m talking about?”
The students in the class answered without hesitation: “Necromancer!”
“Exactly!” The class advisor nodded. “For example, Necromancer, Dragon-Rider Priest, Chaotic Barbarian... These D-Tier classes, even if your Talent is highly compatible, cannot match the combat power of a normal Warrior.”
“Take the Necromancer, for example: this class mainly relies on summoning undead to fight, and while they can be connected with the undead telepathically, the undead’s low intelligence makes it impossible to utilize tactical advantages!”
“Moreover, the undead themselves are frail and weak, and the Necromancer's main body is also extremely weak, with poor spell power and a short spell list. They are simply no match for typical Warrior or Mage classes!”
“For your future, students, please remember these D-Tier classes and never choose them!”
“Alright, everyone line up. It’s time for the class transfer.”
As he spoke, the advisor’s expression was serious.
Because this truly was a life-long matter for the students!
“Heh, who would choose a Necromancer!” a burly male student whispered. “Are they crazy or stupid?”
“The old man just loves to harp on the same old thing. Everyone knows the miserable fate of the Necromancer class.”
“I heard that the biggest source of income for the upperclassman who chose Necromancer in our school after graduation was sending his summoned undead to screw bolts at the electronics factory... Who would choose it after seeing such a miserable state?”
“Right, Zane Sterling?”
Zane Sterling chuckled. “Of course. Only a fool would choose Necromancer.”
Saying this, Zane Sterling glanced at the glowing magic array not far away and remarked: “Actually, let alone Necromancer, for ordinary people, it’s best not to choose Mage, either!”
“Mage equipment is expensive, hard to master, requires high advancement requirements, and spell books are also incredibly costly...”
“Warrior is the optimal choice!”
As Zane Sterling spoke, his heart was filled with emotion.
After eighteen years in this world, he was naturally familiar with it.
After systematic training, people awaken their Talent and transfer to a professional class at the age of eighteen, using their trained mind and body, and a magic array.
Clearing dungeons, conquering secret realms, participating in battlefields, slaying enemies...
All to resist the invasion of the Abyss!
All to protect the human living space!
Professional classes are the only hope of the entire world!
While theoretically, it's the person who is strong, not the class,
It is undeniable that...
Compared to those D-Tier classes, an excellent class can make a person much stronger!
“That’s right! Warrior is the first choice!” Marcus Dean, a burly male student, thumped his pectorals. “I heard that the High Chancellor of our Auroran Alliance is a Warrior. I’m going to choose Warrior! No matter what my Talent is, I’ll choose Warrior!”
“Just look at my physique. Warrior is definitely the best match for me!”
“Zane Sterling, you should choose Warrior too!”
Saying this, he put an arm around Zane Sterling’s shoulder, adopting the posture of ‘good brothers, let’s conquer the world together.’
“Yeah, if nothing unexpected happens, I’ll choose Warrior too.” Zane Sterling nodded. “Warrior is the friendliest option for a poor guy like me.”
He, Zane Sterling, was a Transmigrator.
His parents were gone, he had no sister, but he did have a house.
If he hadn’t relied on ungentlemanly tricks to cheat a simple girl... cough, cough, if he hadn't relied on his wisdom, which far surpassed his peers, to efficiently acquire resources, he probably wouldn't even have enough to eat. How could he have maintained the physique needed to transfer to a professional class?
Zane Sterling held the physical examination report from two days ago.
“Strength: Four Stars.”
“Constitution: Four Stars.”
“Intelligence: Five Stars.”
“Agility: Three Stars.”
Considering three stars is already evaluated as excellent, the attributes he was able to train, aside from the innate intelligence of a Transmigrator, were all thanks to the bounty of nature!
Thinking this, the class advisor ahead shouted loudly: “Elara Snow! Come up and transfer class.”
“Yes!”
A crisp reply.
‘The bounty of nature’ walked past Zane Sterling, bringing with it a faint, elegant fragrance.
Her clear, cold voice was like the morning dew.
Her pure, white figure was like the bright night moon.
Her snow-white face was filled with determination as she stepped onto the magic array, step by step.
Just as she stepped into the array, her shapely body paused slightly, and she turned her head to look at Zane Sterling.
“Zane Sterling, I won’t lose to you this time!”
With that, she tossed her glossy black hair like a proud swan and stepped directly into the array.
“Elara Snow, she’s the real genius in our class,” Zane Sterling said with emotion as he watched. “I wonder what Talent she’ll awaken and what class she’ll choose.”
“She’s a genius, so what are you?” Marcus Dean pouted. “You beat her in terms of scores.”
Elara Snow was known as the Ice Queen Valedictorian of Havenwood Academy.
But in every exam, she was only second.
Zane Sterling was first!
“I cheated, so it doesn’t count.” Zane Sterling mumbled. Anyone with the foundation of his past life's compulsory education, combined with the mature mindset of a Transmigrator, who studied seriously, could become a top student.
Elara Snow was the true genius!
“But Elara still only has eyes for you, as always,” Marcus Dean said, clearly envious. “All the teachers and students in the school are ignored by her. It’s like she only sees you...”
Cold and proud.
Elara Snow was the undisputed school beauty, whose looks crushed all other girls in the school. On average, at least ten people confessed to her every month, including various elite heirs.
But forget agreeing to them, she couldn’t even be bothered to reject them!
She simply ignored them!
It was as if the people who confessed to her didn't even exist!
“She even thoughtfully brings you food from time to time... Damn it, why don’t I have such good grades!” Marcus Dean was filled with envy, jealousy, and hate. “Tell me, how far have you two progressed?”
“I heard Elara’s family background is extraordinary. You’ll be set for life, you lucky bastard!”
“Stop it.” Zane Sterling waved his hand. “About the food she brings me, to be precise, I only tricked her into giving it to me. We always bet on our scores, and the stakes are food.”
He couldn't help it. Zane Sterling was truly poor. If he didn't use this method to scrounge for food, he might not even eat enough.
He wouldn't be able to maintain a healthy body.
Though as a Transmigrator, bullying a stubborn little girl made him feel a little guilty, he reluctantly endured it.
Because...
He was truly poor!
Marcus Dean didn't believe it. “Elara would bet with you? Come on, although she’s competitive, she wouldn't do something like that!”
So many people pursued Elara Snow. What tricks hadn't the boys used to get her attention?
Everyone knew her personality.
Zane Sterling nodded. “Yeah, the first time I challenged her to a bet, she said, ‘What is the value of this kind of behavior, which only satisfies a person's tiny desire for conquest?’ and she refused to bet with me.”
Marcus Dean: “Right! That’s exactly her style.”
Zane Sterling: “Mmm, but then I said, ‘Actually, you’re just afraid of losing, right?’ And then she agreed.”
Marcus Dean: “Uh, that’s also her style...”
Zane Sterling shrugged. This behavior of tricking a young girl was truly a bit embarrassing for a Transmigrator.
But thankfully, the most difficult time was over.
After successfully transferring to a class, he would work hard to earn money and pay back everything he had taken from Elara Snow over the years.
At this moment, Elara Snow’s class transfer was also complete.
“Elara Snow, class transfer complete: Bladedancer!” The class advisor looked delighted. “This is a melee class centered around attack speed, truly excellent! As expected of you!”
Elara Snow, however, acted as if she hadn't heard, gazing directly at Zane Sterling.
The Talent I received is perfectly suited to this class.
Now... it’s your turn!
“Next up, Zane Sterling!” the class advisor called out loudly.
“It’s my turn.” Zane Sterling slowly walked over.
“Go, man! Awaken a good Talent!” Marcus Dean shouted. “Then join me as a Warrior, and we brothers will overturn the entire field!”
The class advisor watched Zane Sterling step into the array and couldn't help but advise: “Remember, Zane Sterling, you absolutely must not transfer to one of those D-Tier classes. With your family situation, Warrior is the optimal choice!”
Elara Snow: “Zane Sterling, I will definitely win against you this time!”
Zane Sterling stepped confidently into the array.
Countless specks of light circled around him. Some dissipated, others poured into Zane Sterling’s body, and new specks of light were constantly born outside.
His Talent gradually began to coalesce...
Zane Sterling’s eyes held a hint of anticipation: “It had better be a Talent that fits the Warrior class, like 'Unbreakable Will,' 'War's Blessing,' or 'Indomitable Spirit'...”
However, what ultimately coalesced was:
【Talent: Legacy of the Bosom Friend.】
【When a Bosom Friend who shares a telepathic connection with you dies in battle, you will gain all of that friend's primary attributes, permanently increasing your own attributes.】
Zane Sterling: “???”
“Sacrifice a friend to gain boundless magic power?”
“What the heck kind of Trash Talent is this?”
Telepathic connection!
That requirement wasn’t low!
It means you give a look, and the other person immediately understands what you want to express.
To give a specific example, what is the manifestation of a telepathic connection between a married couple?
You give a look, and she instinctively prepares tissues by the bedside; you quietly go take a shower, and she silently coaxes the child to sleep and puts on the black or white stockings you like...
Without years of getting along, how could one possibly reach this level?
And if their personalities don't mesh, it might not be reached even in ten years, or a lifetime...
Therefore, a friend who can share a telepathic connection with you definitely deserves the title ‘Bosom Friend’!
Zane Sterling hadn’t reached the point of being willing to lose his mind and kill a friend for power.
“Setting aside this Trash Talent, everyone chooses a class based on their Talent, so what class should I choose with this Talent?” Zane Sterling was both frustrated and amused.
Suddenly!
His expression changed: “Wait a minute, telepathic connection?”
“I remember the teacher just said something about it...”
‘Take the Necromancer, for example: this class mainly relies on summoning undead to fight, and while they can be connected with the undead telepathically, but...’
So...
Three seconds later.
Zane Sterling walked out of the array.
The class advisor subconsciously commented: “Zane Sterling, class transfer complete: Necromancer.”
“That’s good. As a Mage-type class, the Necromancer is—”
Huh?
“Necromancer?!”
...
