Chapter 43: Class Evolution
“Woof. It’s very plain in here.” A tiny, very muscular woman with pink hair glanced around the room with disdain. “We couldn’t do any better than this?”
“Agreed. Are we on a budget, all of a sudden?” A surprisingly skinny, underfed man clad in fur clothing was rubbing the wall with his fingers, as if he could wipe away the monochrome white to reveal a more interesting color. “This is pretty drab.”
“The rooms choose the people. You know that.” An older, darker, and more serious-looking woman dismissed the complaints with a wave. “Now shush.”
“The Infinite?” Tulland was standing now, with his hand on his new spear weapon. “If so, tell me.”
“Oh, calm down.” The woman waved again, and Tulland found himself empty-handed. “We aren’t here to hurt you, but you wouldn’t want to see what happens if you actually attacked us. Yes, we are The Infinite. For what it’s worth, we are sorry to intrude.”
“I’m not.” The pink haired woman plopped down on the couch. “That’s just her. You brought this on yourself.”
“With the treasure box?”
“With the treasure box, he says.” The fur-clad man laughed in a single, barking sound. “Yes, Tulland. With the box. Also because you initiated aggression against a fourth-floor returner almost at the experience cap, and then somehow managed to more-or-less win the fight.”
“Less, I’d say,” the pink haired woman said. “He didn’t get much of what he wanted. But yes, that’s generally right. It was quite the floor, Tulland. And we’ve since learned our lesson about your class. Those treasure boxes are serious business. We are here to guide it, more or less. To prevent troubles for either you or us down the line. And to make sure you don’t get Advanced Hoework or something else like that.”