Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

Gamielle watched from a distance as Ryan began to resonate with two classes at the same time. It wasn’t that insane of a feat. There were always a few outliers that managed to resonate with their classes immediately. Well, resonating with an Epic Trial class within a month had been the fastest Gamielle had ever seen, normally those people were often weirdos that truly acted like their class even before they got it.

Many adventurers never resonated with their classes. It was considered important at the top end, where leveling up Epics could take forever… but at the lower end?

It normally only provided an initial boost to your levels…. Then maybe a little bit of an experience multiplier depending on how well you aligned with your class’ concepts.

So, it wasn’t that insane.

Technically he was resonating with one Epic Trial class and one Epic class of his own.

So he was using a conceptual skill to force resonate with two classes at once? She could see that making sense. It wasn’t that insane.

Then he smiled which caused her heart to skip a beat. She scowled in annoyance at her own stupid emotions.

Then Ryan brought his hands together, and the really insane thing happened.

——

Ryan had searched up the definition of what a metamorph even was. ‘Meta’ had a few definitions but now one stuck out to him the most. It originally meant ‘beyond’. ‘Morph’ naturally meant change. Simply put, a [Metamorph] was to change beyond what it was.

Now he understood why the Manager thought the class was impossible to complete before the Trial System’s timer. Understanding and getting all nine classes to become one? That sounded impossible.

Well, it was too late for regrets now, there was no point contemplating the impossibility of his task. All he had to do was to take things one step at a time.

First he’d meld two classes together, then another, then another, until all the classes formed and he transcended the Trial System.

Then he’d go kill the Manager.

And the [Veilpiercer Assassin] began to resonate. Two class resonance in one as Ryan tried to manage both perspectives into one. One was a necessary role, the other more of a job.

The Arcane Saboteur: To bring anarchy and destruction to the civilized world. Blow up the current system with their own magic because the powers at be were rotten beyond repair.

The Veilpiercer Assassin: To pierce through the veil and kill a target. A prominent individual that had pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes

Two classes resonating at the same time. But it wasn’t enough, Ryan was greedy, he already had experienced two Epic classes before. Them merely resonating independently wasn’t what he wanted.

The shattersword started to shake. He tried to quell the mana but he didn’t have enough control over it still, it wanted to explode, to cause destruction. Ryan took a breath and held the sword out in front of him, sliding his hand lower so he was gripping the pommel with his left hand.

Then he brought his right arm at the handle.

A longpoint stance. Two hands on the handle with the sword pointed forward. Ryan’s eyes staring forward as he smiled with a streak of wild enjoyment at what he was doing.

A focused hand, a targeted hand. A precision strike for the explosive. Though the Arcane Saboteur did not care about the casualties, only that its goals were met in the end. The Veilpiercer Assassin cared about professionalism and about having proportional efficacy, it would not do with wanton destruction—

And Ryan’s hands shook when the classes started to disagree. The perspectives weren’t aligned at all, both being stubborn bastards over what should happen.

The volatile mana was reaching the tipping point.

Ryan had underestimated how difficult it would be to get two perspectives to work together. The idea had been good in his mind. An [Arcane Saboteur] and a [Veilpiercer Assassin] sounded like the perfect blending of concepts working together.

Except they weren’t the same.

But even the slightest disagreements from the differing perspectives were making it difficult to meld. Too strong and too stubborn, both of them. It was perhaps why class resonance was such a fickle thing to get right for most people. You had to align perfectly with the class or it would throw you out of resonance.

The sword exploded in his hands.

…

Ryan lay there with burnt hands and face, the rest of his body and gear having been protected by his robes. Gamiell looked over at him, her face and torso covering the sky.

“Did anyone else ever tell you that you’re an idiot?”

“A lot more people recently, yeah.”

“You haven’t even attempted to meld skills together. Why did you think you could just meld classes like that?”

Because I’d done it before.

“Just a feeling. [Arcane Saboteur] and [Veilpiercer Assassin], it makes sense that they’d work, right?”

What was the difference between the Manager’s Abode and this time? The target? His motivation? The [Conceptual Neophyte] holding everything together?

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Gamielle shook her head in exasperation then plopped herself next to him and stared out in the distance.

“I can’t believe you can treat your classes like they’re different entities while still resonating with them. You know that’s weird right?”

“Why is that?”

Cerul had gone back to flying in the sky. It had changed tactics, while it was still bombarding the poor plant from above, this time it waited until the roots would come up to digest the dead plant matter before diving down and pulling them all into the sky.

“Because to resonate with a class it means you and your class are one and the same. I’m not sure how you can treat them like they’re different and resonate with two at the same time.”

“Hmm. It’s probably that super secret skill I’m never telling you about.”

Ryan ignored the glare he got from Gamielle. That was right, he hadn’t managed to meld the classes together at all. He had added them one by one, stacking the concepts together until the [Aura Tyrant] collapsed under the weight.

“Ah, I think I got a little too hasty. Right. One step at a time.”

Ryan stood up, almost startling Gamielle. He then started to go through his sword forms once more.

Moving, flowing with his body. Focusing on his classes. The [Arcane Saboteur] was one who wanted to blow everything up. Make a change in the world with as much impact as he could. The [Veilpiercer Assassin] wanted to make a targeted change. Minimize casualties by going for a priority target.

Neither needed to be forced together, they could both work side by side.

For now.

He stabbed forth with his right arm, threw a knife with his left and did a small hop. Trying to switch between acting like an [Assassin] that wanted a clean strike and a [Saboteur] that was willing to risk it all.

Both classes resonated once more, and before Ryan knew it, something else started to happen.

The [Arcane Saboteur] started to follow suit after its counterpart. Learning from the way it found its target. It honed in on the way the the [Veilpiercer Assassin] saw through its target.

After all, more efficiency meant more things to blow up in the end.

Ryan followed that feeling, letting the changes shift throughout his body. The volatile core in his shoulder churned less and became quieter, the mana channels in his left arm became more focused as the notifications hit.