[Ding! Initiating class integration…]
[Ding! Healer Class successfully equipped.]
The system paused — then chimed again, sharper this time.
[Detected unique host constitution.]
[Upgrading Healer class…]
[Ding! Upgrade successful.]
[New class acquired: Life Weaver.]
[All healing, vitality, and regenerative skill effectiveness increased by 300%.]
I blinked, frozen for a moment. "Wait… three hundred percent?"
[Affirmative.]
"Holy—" I stopped myself and broke into a laugh. "Holy overpowered system."
[System thanks host for the compliment.]
I covered my face with my hand, still chuckling. "Unbelievable…"
Before I could even process it, the system chimed again.
[Ding! Host has acquired new passive ability: Passive Regeneration.]
[Skill Greater healing ★★★ upgraded to Superior healing ★★★★]
[Host's health will now gradually recover over time regardless of host's situation.]
I just stared at the blue panel in silence.
"…Did I just get a free upgrade out of nowhere?"
[Correction: Host's growth efficiency is a result of system optimization.]
"Yeah, sure," I said, shaking my head with a grin. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
I lay back again, staring up at the ceiling as the faint blue glow faded away. Life Weaver, huh? A healer class, but stronger.
It was funny. In my old world, I'd been average. Mediocre, even. And now, I was sitting in a quiet inn in another world, casually unlocking abilities that could rewrite how I survived.
Still, part of me couldn't help but think of Emily. In a way, she'd given me those abilities — unknowingly, sure, but still. I owed her more than I could probably say.
"Guess I'll have to find a way to pay that back," I murmured.
[Status Window]
Name: Ash Morales
Age: 16
Race: Human, ???
Unique Title: Reincarnated Soul
Talent:★★★
Class: Life Weaver
Passive skills: [Passive recovery★★] [Passive regeneration ★★★★★]
Active skills: [Superior healing ★★★★][Flash Step ★★★] [Basic Bow Skills ★] [Quick Step★] [Basic Sword Arts ★]
[Level: 17]
[Health: 188 → 564]
Mana: 171]
[Strength: 60]
[[Agility: 45]
[INT: 97]
[Vitality: 89 → 267 ]
[Luck: 190]
[Charm: 120]
"Wow... That's an impressive buff to my stats. My health and vitality just trippled." I felt the effect immediately, my body was overflowing with energy. I felt like I could run a month straight and still be fine.
...
Early morning the next day...
I had left the inn early in the morning, after making a few more preparations. Emily had arrived while I was taking a nap, and but the time I woke up, she had left again.
I only got to see her this morning, and told her I was leaving for the selection. We exchanged a short kiss and she wished me good luck. And I made my way towards the upper district.
I found the venue quite easily, there was a steady stream of people headed that way, all going to sign up. By the time I got there, a long queue heading into the large arena like building had lined up. I groaned in frustration as soon as I saw the long queue, I mean, no one likes long queues.
The line had been moving slower than a snail dragging a rock uphill. I'd been standing in it for so long that I was starting to forget why I was there in the first place. Every few minutes someone sighed, shuffled forward, or muttered something about "nobles wasting our time."
The "academy branch" building didn't make it easier to complain, though. It was elegant in that quiet, noble way — smooth stone walls, carved pillars, gold trim that wasn't too flashy but still said money. Even the air smelled cleaner up here in the high district, like perfume and pride.
I rubbed the back of my neck, glancing at the people in line with me. Most were around my age, give or take a few years. Some looked nervous, others bored, a few were clearly trying to look impressive — practicing their "heroic poses" when they thought no one was watching.
I tried not to laugh. If they were going for intimidating, it wasn't working.
The noble behind the counter, on the other hand, was intimidating in all the wrong ways. I'd been watching him work through the line for the past half hour. He had this permanent scowl that made him look like he'd swallowed a lemon and never recovered.
Every time a new applicant stepped forward, he'd look them up and down like they were tracking mud into his mansion. He'd bark out, "Name and age," write something down, then wave them off without a word of encouragement.
One poor guy had tried to talk back — maybe to make a joke — and the noble had spit at him! Just leaned forward and spat on the floor near his boots. Then he'd said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Filthy commoners should learn respect."
Half the people in line went stiff. The rest glared daggers at his back.
The noble didn't care. He just snorted, muttered something about "peasant rabble," and kept going.
So yeah, by the time I reached the front, I was already bracing myself.
When my turn finally came, he didn't even glance up. "Name and age. Don't lie. It'll be verified in the next test."
His voice was sharp and bored at the same time — impressive, really.
"Name's Ash," I said, stepping forward. "Age sixteen."
The quill in his hand scratched across the parchment. He finally looked up, his eyes narrowing in surprise like I'd just confessed to a crime.
"Sixteen?" he repeated.
"Last time I checked."
He hummed doubtfully, his quill pausing mid-air. "You look older."
"Good genes," I said. "Bad sleep schedule."
For a moment, I thought he'd throw the quill at me. But he just wrote something else down and grumbled, "Another dreamer chasing glory. How tedious."
I bit back the urge to say something clever and settled for a polite smile. I'd seen what happened to the last guy who mouthed off. My boots didn't need a nobleman's spit polish.
When he finished scribbling whatever cruel things nobles in this world scribble, he waved his hand toward the corridor behind him. "Next. Proceed through the door to your right. Try not to break anything."
I stepped aside before he changed his mind and left the counter with a silent exhale of relief.
The corridor led me to a second room — brighter, quieter, and far more comfortable-looking.
The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was faintly floral, like jasmine or something close. The second thing I noticed was the woman standing in the centre of the room.
And, well… let's just say she made the room smell even better.
Her outfit was formal — a fitted white blouse, black jacket, and a skirt that was definitely tailored to perfection. Her hair was tied up neatly, her lips painted the faintest shade of red, and her smile… her smile could probably make a statue rethink its life choices.
"Candidate number seventy-four," she said smoothly, looking down at her list before glancing up at me. "Name, please."
"Ash," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Just Ash."
"Understood, Mr. Ash." She looked amused already. "Please step forward. We'll begin your verification."
Two orbs floated on pedestals beside her — one green, one blue — both pulsing softly with light.
"The green orb will verify your age," she explained. "Please place your hand on it. It's painless."
I stepped closer, still trying to look composed even though my heart was beating way too fast for something this mundane.
My fingers brushed the orb, and it flared bright emerald for a second before the number appeared inside it.
[Age: 16]
The woman smiled approvingly. "Honest. That's rare."
"I try to keep my crimes to a minimum," I said.
That earned a soft laugh. "Good. Now the blue orb. This one measures raw talent — mana potential, aptitude, mental synchronization, and so on. You may feel a brief pulse."
"Pulse?" I repeated. "Define brief."
She gave me a sly look. "You'll survive."
Well, that was comforting.