Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Class Synthesis Rush
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"Class synthesis... here we go!"
Class synthesis was content where you combined four duplicate class cards already registered in your collection to obtain a higher-tier card.
Of course, it wasn't guaranteed.
Revenge was a gambling game that shoved probability into every possible element!
Synthesis complete! [Archer (Common)] Synthesis complete! [Swordsman (Common)] Synthesis complete! [Cleric (Common)] Synthesis complete...
Synthesizing 40 common classes yielded 4 advanced classes and 6 commons. Then synthesizing 4 out of those 6 commons produced another common.
He repeated the process. In the end, he ended up with 250 advanced cards.
"Now we've got 2 heroes, 24 rares, 590 advanced, and 3 commons."
He synthesized 553 of the 580 advanced classes, excluding the 27 already registered in his collection.
Synthesis complete! [High Swordsman (Advanced)] Synthesis complete! [Bloody Warrior (Advanced)] Synthesis complete! [High Warlock (Advanced)]...
Synthesis complete! [Sniper (Rare)] Synthesis complete! [Phantom Ranger (Rare)] Synthesis complete! [Druid (Rare)]...
Thousands of class cards compressed step by step.
"Now 2 heroes, 58 rares, 2 advanced, 3 commons... Wait, out of those 58 rares, 30 are already in the collection?!"
These insane rare classes had way too many variants.
'No, to be precise, the numbers just keep piling up until rare. 9 commons, 27 advanced, so maybe it's branching out.'
He'd slotted 32 cards into the rare collection slots, but the rares he'd filled were barely a fifth of the total. And rares kept getting added with every update.
"By that logic, I should be grateful for the 28 duplicates that let me synthesize this far..."
He muttered as he continued synthesizing.
Synthesis complete! [Oracle (Hero)] Synthesis complete! [Paladin (Hero)] Synthesis complete! [Inquisitor (Hero)] Synthesis complete! [Cannonier (Hero)]
Luck was on his side this time. With only 28 rares, he could only attempt 7 syntheses, but he got a whopping 4 heroes!
"Nice! With this, the synthesis..."
Collection complete!
Power of Gunpowder (Cannonier, Musketeer) Max ammo +1
In the Name of God (Oracle, Paladin, Inquisitor) Undead damage +5%.
"Can't synthesize... anymore?"
That was right. He couldn't.
They'd all registered to the collection.
"Damn it."
Classes didn't disappear when registered to the collection, but for someone who needed to synthesize toward legendaries right now, it was a huge setback.
"Ah, why can't registered ones be synthesized?!"
Didn't you only need the best job anyway? Why block synthesis?
Who the hell would downgrade to common, advanced, or rare when they already had a legendary job? This was pure greed!
Grumbling, he shelled out more cash.
Drew more.
Drew again.
Synthesized to upgrade to higher classes.
And finally... hero classes started piling up. Once the collection was mostly complete, duplicates became possible.
Boom!
Synthesizing four hero cards made the goddess statue look shocked.
If she'd made that face during a draw, he'd have cheered, but now he didn't even twitch an eyebrow. Four hero cards meant the result was at least hero tier. If it was hero, it was a dud—just turning four into one.
"Please be legendary! Please be Sword Saint!"
Praying, a golden sword descended and embedded itself before him.
"The sword! It dropped!"
He grabbed and pulled it out. And then!
*-Swear loyalty to the Empire and offer your life as its shield!*
A familiar phrase floated up from somewhere.
"Ah..."
He froze like stone for a long while. The sword in his hand crumbled to dust, leaving only one line of text.
[Imperial Knight (Hero)].
"...Fuck."
Leaning against a rock, he spat out a curse. And that's when it happened.
"There he is!"
"The human's over there!"
"Grab him! Kill him!"
"Oooorororo!"
Orcs tracking his trail came charging madly from beyond the mountain. He'd barely shaken them off, but now they were sprinting full speed, afraid he'd escape again.
"...Yeah. My mood was shit anyway. Perfect timing."
He briefly closed his eyes to check his class window. It was visible in the corner of his vision even with eyes open, but harder to read that way.
Checking his class list, a sigh escaped naturally.
'Ah. Not getting the legendary Sword Saint was bad enough.'
Even with over 10 heroes registered in his collection, there was no Sword King. No, it was worse—barely any Swordsman-line classes.
'Variant Ranger (Hero) has crap efficiency. Musketeer (Hero) is useless without gear anyway. Mind Pathfinder (Hero) doesn't fit the situation, and Oracle (Hero) is pointless.'
He did have some Swordsman-line classes, but there were issues.
"Will... this work?"
★☆Job Change Complete☆★
[Duelist (Hero)]
Strength +80, Agility +160, Vitality +80, HP +40, Mana +40
Attack speed +50%.
[Attaque Au Fer].
"Finally! Come on!"
He glanced at the orcs now fairly close, then checked his trait.
No need to run to them when they were coming to him.
[Attaque Au Fer].
Attack speed +10% on successful parry, up to 10 stacks, duration 30 seconds.
"Simple enough. Not as good as [Expert's Convergence], but it'll do."
The problem was that Duelist was a fencer line, and fencers used weapons different from standard swords. He swung the Sword of Beginnings lightly.
"Seems fine with other weapons at least."
In Revenge, equipping a class locked you out of everything but class-specific weapons. Swordsmen couldn't use bows, archers couldn't wield swords.
'But not all of Revenge's systems are enforced here.'
Monsters wandered out of respawn zones at will, critical hits landed regardless of probability, and gear restrictions didn't fully apply in Ardenia.
The issue was traits.
Would fencer-specific traits apply with a longsword?
"Krraaah!"
The first orc arrived, roaring and swinging its axe. He gripped the Sword of Beginnings and stood.
Pop!
He dodged lightly. Then smacked the incoming axe away with his sword and slashed the neck.
[Critical hit!]
No parry.
'This should count as Attaque Au Fer (weapon attack). Is it because it's a longsword?'
But rereading the trait description, it might be something else.
'Maybe my stance broke. Gotta try again.'
"Human! Die!"
Clang!
"Urk!"
[Parry success!]
Strongly batting the axe aside to break its stance, he felt an intangible energy settle into his body.
His already accelerated body from the job surged further, kicking off the ground.
"Yes! It works!"
[Critical hit!]
He slashed the neck passing by. Another axe fell toward him.
Clang!
[Parry success!]
Mid-air, he spun. Another axe dropped.
Clang!
[Parry success!] [Critical hit!]
'Ah, the text's blocking my view. Gotta tweak settings later to hide it.'
Thinking that, he swung. The neck of an orc lunging to grab him split open.
[Critical hit!]
Thud.
He landed.
Splurt!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Four orc warriors spewed blood from their necks and collapsed simultaneously.
"Ororo... O?"
"Gruk! Stop! Don't rush one by one!"
Stunned by their comrades dying in an instant, even the frenzied orc warriors halted.
He faced them, equally shocked.
"Whoa... what is this?"
Orc heads rolling on the ground weren't new. He'd lopped off plenty before.
The problem was the time it took and the sensation.
"So light. Even slicing an apple feels heavier."
"Human! How dare a puny human... Gurk!"
[Critical hit!]
The headless body rolled. Unlike before—dodging attacks, gathering full body weight for a neck strike—this was different.
No torso twist needed; just an arm swing cleanly severed the thick neck.
Considering orc warriors were monsters arrows barely pierced, it was mind-blowing.
"A hero class shouldn't be this good."
[Parry success!] [Critical hit!]
[Parry success!] [Critical hit!]
He parried, struck necks, limbs of orcs who'd chased him kilometers, lined up by their running speed.
No need to regulate breathing, squeeze every muscle, read gaps, carelessness, weight shifts, muscle flows like before.
[Level up!]
[Level 20 -> Level 21!]
[Bonus points +10!]
"Easy! Too easy! Were these guys always this weak?"
Power boiled through him like it would burst. Abundant inner energy swirled fully. Razor-sharp senses, tireless stamina.
Glancing aside, text floated in his vision.
☆Collection Effects☆
Melee attack power +5%, ranged attack power +6%, magic attack power +5%, all attack power +1%, undead damage +5%.
Strength +16, Agility +17, Vitality +19, HP +16, Mana +25, Mana power +21, Magic resistance +11, Recovery +11, Mana recovery +8.
All damage reduction 3%.
Stealth bonus +10%, range +2%, max ammo +1
Inventory weight +24kg, inventory slots +4.
"The effects are... insane."
Each was subtle, overlooked individually, but stacked? Absurd.
Thud!
The last orc warrior fell, forest silent. These orcs were so battle-mad, they didn't flee despite their kin dying one by one.
"I've gotten stronger."
His cultivation hadn't advanced.
Before and now, as a martial artist, he was a mere beginner. In Ardenia terms, bottom-tier sword user.
'In a low-power world like Ardenia, this let me pass as a knight.'
But without cultivation gain, his combat prowess had skyrocketed beyond compare.
Classes and collection stats granted unimaginable power.
"At this level... no joke, I could beat a cop. Might break some limbs and get hurt, but win."
Crucially, as a player, he was just starting. Get legendary class, complete collection, learn skills, guardian spirit, pet—what then?
"Maybe."
Maybe he could even beat a Giggas-piloting combat cop.
Bare-handed!
"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!"
Excitement shook him wildly.
"Log out!"
Back on Earth instantly, he bought diamonds and started class draws.
"Legendary class, coming!"
No hesitation now! Duplicates didn't waste—they boosted stats via collection.
Pure profit.
Total profit!
"Here we go!"
Shing!
"Here we go!"
Shing!
"Go go gooo...!"
Tranced, he spent and drew. Synthesized classes, spent more.
And at some point!
[Payment failed.]
"What the— you idiot game! Heroes barely drop, and now payment fails? This was perfect timing!"
Fuming, he logged out. Back to Earth. About to submit a ticket, he glanced aside.
And saw it.
Account info floating over Cheda's belly.
-Current balance.
84,564 won.
"Eighty... four thousand... five hundred won...?"
No trace of the 80 million won saved over three years of service. Payment failed because the balance couldn't even buy 10 class summons.
"Ah."
August 5, 2089.
He was now a broke nobody fretting over this month's meals.
And the legendary class never dropped.