Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

It was more of a gesture than anything truly useful. Taking in the aura of a broken revenant from a simulation created by the Manager didn’t change a single part of Ryan’s own self. When the simulation faded away, Ryan was left staring at an inky black wall, his eyes closed, trying to remember the feeling of the [Dread Revenant].

After a few minutes, he marched back to the table and took his seat.

“So, did you really think that could shake me?”

“I did say at the start that I no longer have to worry about influencing your choices. It was a bit of a longshot, but no, I never expected you to change your mind.”

“Yeah sure, cover all your bases so you can claim both sides and that you’ve predicted it all. I’ve seen quite a few ‘experts’ say that before.”

There was a momentary stillness in the Manager, so slight that Ryan wasn’t even sure he imagined it. The Manager said nothing as it spread its arms, smiling graciously at him.

“Congratulations adventurer on making it this far. I know the journey can’t have been easy. To defeat the Demon King so early and impress even King Theskar. You have truly faced difficult Trials and have already started to forge your own path. Fortunately, the Trial System likes to give you an advance on your power, a Trial of your future you could say. Welcome to your class evolution.”

Class orbs appeared, one after another. Not simply three orbs like the first time he met with the Manager but a sea of countless orbs. All of them being much, much brighter and larger than the three had seen before. The room actually had to expand to accommodate them all.

This was the fruits of his labor. The whole reason why you completed the Fifth Trial in the first place.

Where most would go from being advanced humans with skills to being truly superhuman, almost untouchable by conventional warfare.

Ryan had a sea of classes to choose from. It was almost too much.

Though nine orbs did stand out the most. Far larger than the rest, they took up all the room in front of him, the other class orbs almost being shoved away by the presence of the largest.

They were no longer gold and red either, the bigger class orbs took their own color in seemingly random fashion. Though Ryan had an understanding of why that was. They were too complex to be neatly contained in the idea of ‘demonic’ and regular classes.

These were Epic classes.