There was a lot to unpack as he looked at the large line of notifications that had come in, signifying just how insane of a result he had achieved with this single choice of his. EX meant that the class tier was above what the system of this world could classify, though because all the relevant data was hidden deep within its metaphysical code, it could still access it once prompted. Had jack not known of the existence of the class, or chosen as high tiered value as destruction he would most likely never have reached said rank. Nor had he reached it were he not The aspect of Destruction before he returned along with the actual regressor.
"Lets see what good stuff we have earned here, shall we?" he giggled like overly excited kid in the morning of Christmas, going over each of the new acquisitions.
Twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(EX)- The alpha and omega. The beginning and the end. In your hands is the power to create, or to destroy, all made that much easier now. Unlike other craftmasters, the only limit of creation is one's own imagination. As a class of metaphysical nature, provides extra power in ways above mortal means and understanding. Spirit +5.
"Wow. That is insane!" Jack whistled at the class description alone. Spirit was a rather tricky stat to explain. Soul power? Mental fortitude? There were many metrics to explain what the increase in said stat did, but the more apt explanation was that the larger ones spirit stat was, the closer to true divinity state the owner of said spirit stat was and once considered a true divinity, bot in body and spirit, the larger spirit stat was, the more powerful one was. It was important to note that the first time around Jack had stepped into the realm of divines with just 15 spirit. Now, with the attainment of this class and the rest of his efforts from before, he was almost twice that amount already, a shiver of excitement running through his form at the more thought of the commotion once he would ascend to divinity once more.
Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX)- Combat classes fight and kill to gain experience and grow stronger, crafters ply their trade, either by repetition of what has already been achieved or by charting a new path. You are both and neither. As you stand in a league of your own, your choices are greater still. Crafting and killing both earn experience, yet at the same time kills achieved with items created by you, even if wielded by someone else also provide you with experience.
Choice of the creator(EX)- As the aspect of creation and destruction, the sheer knowledge of your existence might overwhelm the minds of lesser beings. In the boundless mercy of the aspect of life, the holders of this skill can disguise their status page as they see fit. Cannot be seen through by anything of lower or equal grade, though the latter will know that the stats are disguised, even if not how.
Eyes of procurer(EX)- A true craftsman will have the eyes to recognize good materials and inherent value in ones he had yet to work with. Aspect of creation however is above such crude means. With but a glance at any object or being, they can immediately perceive the nature and potential of said object and being.
Matter storage(EX)- Even the aspect of creation cannot make something out of nothing and is always in need of raw materials to work with. Thankfully, Twin aspect of creation and destruction has even less of a problem in this regard, solving the need to have countless different materials at the ready for their purposes of crafting since everything can be reduced to its most basic structure and then made into something much, much greater than just the sum of its parts. With a single touch and thought, all manner of slain creatures and resources can be disintegrated and stored in a near limitless storage dimension of their own to be drawn upon when the inspiration or need to craft something arises.
"Nice!" jack exclaimed after reading the description of the last of his new skills, though he also noticed a small issue that he recognized. "Will need some space storage artefacts regardless. Need to store food and gear that I will keep as a reserve. That reminds me, time to loot everything then." he urged himself to get up, his body having slowly recovered, though his mind was still busy with absorbing a boatload of information regarding all manner of items he could create already, none of which was below epic quality. That too was both a blessing and a curse, since he himself had not seen a single epic quality item in the tutorial zone, though a rare crafting class like for example Virtuoso should be able to cook something like that. "Yea, let's go with that as my cover." he decided as he touched the corpse of the fallen naga, willing it to be collected and lo and behold, with a swirl like effect, as if the large body was sucked into insanely powerful whirlpool, it disappeared in just moments, a generic understanding dawning on Jack's face as he realized how much value not only the entire body had, but individual parts as well.
Clearly, breaking it all down and collecting was the most efficient way, but should he get people that hunted for him, they could not just collect entire mountains of bodies. There was no way in hell anyone could not only carry, but even acquire that much space storage devices. In such cases knowing what gave the most return for the least space taken up would serve Jack well.
"Damn, dinner will have to wait. Can waste all that loot I left in my wake." he complained as his stomach growled, clearly demanding some payment as well. Still, priorities laid elsewhere as he was already instinctually aware that the longer his kills just laid on the ground, the less value they would have and that was quite unacceptable as frogmops were extremely weak creatures as is and as such were worth quite little to begin with even for his needs. Yes, he already was aware that the greater his desire for the item to create, the more matter he would need, growing exponentially the further he advanced, requiring more and more valuable sacrifices for his matter storage to fill up. Jack had pushed himself quite hard for quite a few hours already but still, he ignored the hunger clawing at his stomach to get this task done as fast as possible. He had to do some experiments and test crafts first before he headed back out in the tutorial zone, only a fool rushes into the unknown without plenty preparations.
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It had been a couple of days since he had acquired his new class already and he had done plenty of testing in the meantime. First, he realized he would need to hold off on creating his own spatial storage equipment, already having a blueprint for said things due to his current access to temporary spatial storage provided to all the summoned people. Said equipment was just too damn expensive if he wanted at least a few cubic meters of storage space. Sounds like a lot, doesn't it, and while Jack would have to admit that for just barely starting adventurers it would be far too much, he also had to admit that he was not your average starting adventurer. This was where the pride came into play a bit. So yes, he would have to forgo any custom made spatial equipment for now.
He had opted for different priorities for now as he looked at the rather plain looking raincoat looking piece of apparel. It served one, and one purpose only- subterfuge. It allowed him to move around stealthily and without being noticed, only failing if someone of at least ten levels higher were to use some scanning or inspection abilities and that, that was nigh impossible in the tutorial zone. And once outside, he would no longer need it since he would have already found his party to 'sponsor', so to speak. Right now he needed to scout for any promising ones and decide on which he would accidentally run into. He was well aware of just how fast humans turn to shit in situations where laws of the jungle applied.
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He had also created his stat disguise that would make him appear to anyone with appraisal skill like this.
Jack Raja
Species- human
Level-5
Class- Virtuoso(R) - A unique personality with heavy inclination in arts. Some would call you genius, other, quirky, but most would just write you off as insane. Still, no one can deny the value of your creations, though that too comes with a price. You shall never use the recipe of path of someone else and as such can only learn new designs through your own inspiration and experiments.
A class with obvious strengths but also powerful drawbacks. For those that could also see the stats, as insanely rare as they were, his stats would show up as this:
Strength- 11
Vitality-8
Dexterity-8
Intelligence- 7
Spirit- 4
With his preparations mostly done, he donned his cape and finally stepped on the runic circle that signified the closing of the dungeon he had single handedly cleared. Moments later, he was brought outside, followed by Jack's immediate crouch as he quickly examined his surroundings. Thankfully, there was no one around to notice the brief flash of light as he appeared and he could relax a bit as he started to move away from the lake in search of any traces of other people roaming around and hunting for goblins, thankfully, due to the river that flowed away from the waterfall, it did not take him all that much time to find precisely what he was looking for.
He did not move much closer to the people he eventually found, only spending a short amount of time to get the general gist of the group and their dynamics before he headed away once again. If there was one group, chances were there was more, and lo and behold, in the next couple hours more he found another two groups that frequented the general area around the lake waterfall.
First group he had encountered and observed he dubbed 'Ural bastards' based on the fact that he could recognize the russian language they used to communicate as they went on their way to do whatever it was that their cruel and sadistic urges called for. One might be asking, why the negative, perhaps downright hateful name that he dubbed the group with, though they would surely rescind the question had they heard the glee and pride the group talked with about the things they had done to a couple of foreigner women they had had the luck to run into. More than once during the few days he ran into said group Jack had considered purging this certain ailment from the tutorial zone, only to be stopped by a nagging sixth sense that it would interfere with his current task and have some unwanted consequences. And if there was one thing he had learned to never discount was his gut feeling. It if felt like shit, it was probably a bad idea. And with his spirit stat now at twenty five, he had even more reason to trust his hunches. Thus, the bastards got to live a while longer still.
Second group he ran into was not all that much better, at least in his honest non partisan opinion. This one he dubbed 'The feminazzis'. Lead by a rather stocky, damn near repulsive looking and heavily overweight, he was still gobsmacked how such a land whale was still alive, woman that was followed by another dozen or so of the fairer sex though he could argue said definition did not actually apply to most of said followers either. There were also a couple of dudes, though by the looks of it, neither of them was there of their own, free will, treated like some sort of servants or even slaves, forced to tank the monsters that were killed by the ladies once weakened enough.
"That's some solidarity people. Sheesh. Looking from the side I don't like the odds of humanity if a world like this ever descends on earth." he sighed once again encountering this group. His hopes to get his plan going would have been crushed mercilessly if it was not for the last group that seemed almost like a dream when compared to the previous two.
The third group, and the one he had the highest hopes for, he dubbed 'Asian harem story.' The group consisted of seven teenagers, two boys, one of whom looked like your regular bookworm while the other reminded a classical bully with a couple of piercings, bleached hair and all that other stuff stereotypically portrayed to be synonymous to school delinquent. The remaining five were girls. One gray mouse type, with glasses, somewhat seemingly unkempt hair and shy as all hell who stuck close to the booksmart dude. Then there was the outgoing and clearly in charge 'class representative' type. Cheery and confident, swinging around a sword and exuding all around strong vibes. The remaining trio seemed like the classical gals who cared more about makeup and stuff and fooling around, though they could still pull their own weight in the fights Jack saw them deal with.
"The delinquant would no doubt grow arrogant if he could get his hand on my gear as the part of the deal, no doubt eventually assuming he was hot shit and leave whatever group was established because he should obviously receive better treatment. The two bookworms seem the grateful type so I should not worry too much about them if I could earn their trust and gratitude. The class rep. should also be a reliable ally once I establish a working relationship with their group. And the gals would likely side with class rep. of theirs, preferring known entities to the danger of the unknown. All and all, a solid choice. Would have liked an extra guy or two in the group but it is how it is. So long as they don't start looking at me like a piece of meat I don't care really. Guess that settles it. Let's go with the Asian harem story and see where it leads from there on out." Jack decided and started planning his own scheme to set up his encounter with the group chosen, nothing nefarious mind you, just some simple coincidences during a rather bad weather is all. While he could, no doubt, cook up something downright diabolical, he would leave that kind of scheming for another playthrough should he get the chance.
Once he was sure his choice was set, he proceeded to do a few things over the next couple of days. First, he made himself at home in a rather nice cave he had found behind the waterfall, creating a temporary home if you will. Once that was done, he proceeded to create small, yet perceivable hints for his chosen party to discover, eventually leading them to encountering him in his cave. Judging by Asian harem story's progress, he assumed they would believe themselves capable of tackling whatever was hunting around the lake in a weeks or so time. Thus, he used his free time to hunt for goblins and hobs in the vicinity of the lake whenever any overeager group would draw too near, increasing the stores of craftable material he had at hand. And when he was back at his temporary home, he would mess around more with crafting.
Unfortunately, a couple days after he had started dropping those subtle hints for the Asian harem story, a rather heavy downpour started, causing whatever else he had planted to no doubt be washed away once it was done. Jack sighed at the misfortune, having just finished his finest piece to date.
Naga heart necklace(Epic).- a finely crafted jewelry that heightens ones vitality and regeneration. Vitality +2. Minor healing factor added.
He was quite proud of his creation and equipped it immediately. He then headed out to the entrance of the cave, ensuring no foolish monster had decided to try and approach his doman. Once assured that there were no undesired pests in the vicinity, he returned to the deeper parts of the cave and busied himself with preparing himself some dinner. The cave had a few air vents in the deeper parts of it, thus no carbon monoxide stuck around, allowing for safe cooking even where Jack's camp was located. He had gathered a few different edible fruits during his expeditions and hunts and now he was cooking some of the frogmop legs he had stashed in his temporary spatial storage.
Soon enough, a pleasant aroma filled the cave as the meat was starting to reach its final stages of cooking.
"Damn, I am getting better and better at this!" Jack grinned as he eyed his work, walking over every now and then and carefully pouring small amounts a sauce of sorts he had made from the fruits he had gathered. Thanks to his Eyes of the procurer, he knew exactly what and how to mix to draw out the best from his ingredients while at the same time not creating something toxic or otherwise unpleasant for human consumption. He had already realised that he could use this particular aspect of his newfound abilities to possibly make obscene amounts of money once they are done with the tutorial. All he himself had to do was to observe the already existing highly sought after and exotic spices and recreate the same thing with different but local ingredients and then just swim in money. The possibilities were indeed endless, he smirked as he tended to his dinner.
Jack Raja(?)
Age- 27
Species- human(?)
Level- 6
Class- Twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(EX)
Stats unassigned: +8
Attributes:
Strength- 17 (9+7+1)
Vitality- 16 (7+7+2)
Dexterity- 11 (5+6)
Intelligence-7
Spirit- 25 (20+5)
Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX), Arukian language(C)
Spells- temporary spatial storage (shrinking)
Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo.
