The long-awaited class appeared before him.
[Party (Lv.1) {Passive}
The user can create a party of its own and invite anyone to it. Each party member receives more experience points each time they hunt a monster. As the party leader, the user can decide to take this additional experience for himself or not.]
[Observation (Lv.1) {Active}
An improved version of the [Appraisal] skill. The user can observe his target's information, which will be displayed on a status board. Is the user's level is higher than the target's, part of its thoughts can be read.] [Mana: 0]
[Quick Thinking (Lv.1) {Active}
During a short while, the user is able to think faster, while the world around him will seem slower. The user can fasten the pace of his spell casting, decision-making, reading speed...] [Mana: 50/min]
'The [Tactician] class is amazing!'
Owen couldn't hide his excitement.
'It's almost as good as the [Seducer] class, and it has great potential. It even has a passive skill. It's probably its main skill.'
He leaned back against his bed, already imagining the possibilities.
Owen jumped out of his skin.
His head moved side to side, searching for where the voice was coming from.
He was still the only one in the room but the voice continued to ring inside his head.
Unlike the System's emotionless voice, this one sounded distinctly human.
It was a young man's voice.
Owen ignored him and kept searching every corner of the room, pretending not to understand.
The voice sighed.
Owen finally returned to his bed and addressed the voice coming from his head.
"Alright alright, you're no fun aren't you?"
No answer came from the seemingly unamused young man.
"So, what are you? What do you want from me? What's up with my status window?"
The voice hummed playfully,
Owen chuckled.
"All kinds of things are happening to me for no reason, but suddenly the voice of some haughty being resounds in my head. You expect me to think it's just some kind of coincidence?"
The voice remained silent for a moment, as though amused by his reasoning.
Owen frowned.
"A god?"
The voice spoke lightly, as if the answer didn't matter.
Owen narrowed his eyes.
"Someone else?"
The voice laughed softly.
Owen's blood ran cold.
"Wait... Are you saying you're the reason I died?"
The voice sounded almost offended.
Owen clenched his fists.
"You tricked me."
A low chuckle echoed in his mind.
Something about that voice suddenly felt familiar.
Not the sound itself, but the presence.
A memory surfaced in Owen's mind.
The elegant man in the lobby.
The one who had smiled at him before everything went dark.
"...You."
The voice laughed.
Owen felt a chill run down his spine.
"So you're the elegant man from the lobby."
The answer came far too easily.
Owen wanted to ask more, but the voice continued before he could.
"What do you mean by that?"
Owen's eyes instinctively moved toward the class window.
"Was it, the one who brought me here?"
The voice sounded delighted by his frustration.
"Why did this 'someone' make me take the tutorial again, then?"
He hadn't explained it yet, but Owen guessed it almost instantly.
"You made it obvious."
Silence fell inside his head.
"So?"
"That's not an answer."
He pressed for one.
Owen clicked his tongue.
The voice chuckled.
"So, that someone modified my status window because of what you did? Isn't that dangerous?"
The voice answered without hesitation.
Owen froze.
The voice spoke in a reassuring tone, but Owen didn't trust it at all.
Still, he had no choice but to go along with it.
"I-is that so? Then where am I? And why did I end up here?"
The voice paused briefly.
Owen swallowed.
"And why am I here?"
The voice paused, allowing Owen to process the information.
Then it continued.
'Huh? What does that mea—'
Before Owen could finish his thought, a splitting pain erupted inside his skull.
A massive torrent of information flooded his mind all at once.
Memories, concepts, names, rules, customs—everything forced its way into his brain without mercy.
Owen grabbed the pillow beside him and bit down on it, muffling the scream that tore from his throat.
He didn't want to alert the beautiful MILF outside his room, after all.
His body curled up on the bed, one hand clutching his head while the other crushed the pillow against his mouth.
His heart pounded at an alarming rate, and his blood felt like it was boiling beneath the pain.
He learned about his family, the common knowledge of this world, the monetary system, guilds and their ranking systems, the hierarchy between monsters and humans, legal slavery, and countless other things.
Although it was slightly different from what he had imagined, Owen quickly grasped the basics of Arcadia in what felt like hours.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the flow of information stopped.
"Haa… Haa… That was… fucking painful…"
His whole body was drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, and his mind still throbbed as if someone had hammered knowledge directly into his skull.
He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea immediately rose in his throat.
"Shit—"
Owen rushed toward what looked like a wooden bucket, barely reaching it before vomiting inside.
For a while, only his heavy breathing filled the room.
Owen wiped his mouth and slowly leaned back, still trembling.
"I see… This world is very similar to what I imagined. All this information is gonna be useful."
He paused, staring at the glowing window before him.
"But am I the only one with this status window?"
The voice didn't answer immediately.
Owen frowned.
'I wonder if people can see my status window? I'll have to be careful not to mention it.'
Owen paused, processing the not-so-impressive information that Gods could read minds.
"Okay next question, were the classes presented to me the only ones in this world?"
A small laugh echoed in his mind.
Owen nodded in understanding.
Somehow, he felt like the voice was taking him for an idiot.
He cleared his throat.
"Hm hm...Then this is my last question."
Owen stopped for a moment before continuing.
"What do the gods want from me?"