Chapter 66: Church and System
A boy much like Tulland was standing next to an arch, staring at it longingly.
I don’t know why you do that. I’ve already explained you won’t have a combat class.
“And I’ve already explained that’s not good enough.” The boy flexed his hands, as if not quite allowing them to become fists. “I want to do something important, System. I won’t be a potter or a wainwright. I want to help in real ways.
Those classes do help.
“Sure. Everyone desperately needs another pot.” The boy whipped his head around, as if glaring directly at Tulland. With a shock, Tulland realized he was looking directly from the System’s point of view, as experienced by the System itself. “You know I can do more.”
Yes. I do. Please do not look directly at me like that. It’s off-putting. How do you even know?
“I just know.” The boy kicked at the ground in frustration. “I could always tell you were there.”
Nobody else can. There must be some trick to it.
“Well, there isn’t. I’m just special. In a useless way.” The boy coughed. “In a way that can’t breathe well enough to run and jump. In a way that can’t fight. Great trade, if you ask me. Real good value.”