All Jobs and Classes! I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All! Chapter 475

Ludger didn’t stop the training.

He felt the pull of other obligations, Raukor waiting at the forge, unanswered issues piling up, but he ignored them. This mattered more. Montum like this didn’t co often, and wasting it would be worse than any delay.

“Rotate partners,” he ordered.

They did.

“Again.”

Sweat darkened clothes. Arms trembled. Breathing grew rough, but no one quit. No one asked to stop. They leaned on each other without realizing it, adjusted spacing instinctively, covered mistakes before they turned into injuries.

Morale held. Team Focus tightened. And the job responded.

The growth wasn’t explosive. It was relentless.

Hours blurred into motion. A day passed. Then another. The yard beca a single rhythm, movent, impact, correction, repeat.

Then the progress snapped into place.

Guild Master reached Level 30

Ludger felt it settle deep, heavier than before, like a frawork finishing its assembly.

And with it.

Five new threads unfolded at once.

Shared Insight: Increases Wisdom of all guild mbers by 3 per skill level. Applies during collective learning, drills, or strategic discussion

Collective Cognition: Increases Intelligence of all guild mbers by 3 per skill level. Applies when mbers work toward a common objective

Enduring Line: Increases Endurance of all guild mbers by 3 per skill level.

Shared Vitality: Increases Vitality of all guild mbers by 3 per skill level.

Fortunate Montum: Increases Luck of all guild mbers by 3 per skill level

Ludger exhaled slowly.

That was… faster than expected.

He watched the trainees move again, how near-misses beca clean evasions, how stamina dips recovered quicker, how timing aligned just a little too well to be coincidence.

This isn’t subtle anymore, he thought.

And that was dangerous.

Still… A corner of his mouth lifted.

Level thirty. In a few days.

At this pace, the job wasn’t just growing. It was accelerating. He raised a hand.

“Break,” Ludger said. “Five minutes. Water. Don’t sit.”

Groans followed, but no complaints. As they dispersed, he finally allowed himself to think of the forge again.

Sorry, Raukor, he thought dryly. You’ll have to wait.

Right now, he was building sothing far more difficult than steel. And far harder to fix if it broke. The excitent didn’t last long. Practicality cut in. Ludger reviewed the interface quietly and frowned.

Five. That was the limit. He could only equip five Guild Master skills at the sa ti.

Morale. Team Focus. And now five more parater-based skills competing for the sa slots.

He exhaled through his nose.

Of course there’s a cap.

Still, it wasn’t a real problem, just a constraint to work around.

If he rotated them correctly, structured training properly, and kept everyone engaged, the skills would gain experience every minute they were active. No bursts. No tricks. Just constant, steady progression.

And with nearly a hundred trainees moving in unison? The math was simple.

At this rate… a couple of months.

Maybe less. That realization made him pause.

Mastering the job that quickly wasn’t normal. It wasn’t even expected. The system had clearly assud smaller organizations, slower growth, fragnted effort.

Lionsguard was breaking those assumptions just by existing. Ludger’s gaze drifted back to the yard, to the recruits drinking water, stretching, laughing quietly despite exhaustion.

If I do this right, he thought, the job will level itself.

And that brought up the more interesting question. These skills were foundational. Blunt. Parater-focused. Necessary, but not defining.

What ca after them? What kind of skills did the system unlock once raw stats were no longer the bottleneck?

Command abilities? Tactical overlays? Influence chanics? Shared perception? Distributed mana flow?

The possibilities stacked quickly. And for the first ti since returning from the capital, Ludger felt sothing sharp and unfamiliar cut through the usual restraint. Anticipation.

The thought of it, of what waited beyond the obvious, made his pulse quicken just a little.

Now that, he admitted silently, is exciting.

He called the trainees back to the line.

“Training resus,” Ludger said calmly.

But inside, his focus was already a few steps ahead, waiting to see what kind of leader the system thought he was becoming.

Ludger watched the trainees fall back into formation, movents already tighter than before, and felt the steady pulse of progress humming in the back of his mind.

Too steady. Too clean. He’d learned that lesson early.

When things moved this smoothly, it ant the world was lining sothing up.

It’s about ti, he thought. Sothing’s going to happen.

His mind wandered despite himself, spinning through increasingly ridiculous possibilities.

An imperial inspector showing up unannounced, offended by the presence of beastn. A labyrinth breach under the town. A drunken northerner punching a noble’s son in the face. A system ssage announcing so absurd trial for “excessive efficiency.”

He almost snorted at that one. Then he saw them.

Cor, Aleia, Selene, and Harold were leaving the guildhall together, moving with purpose rather than coincidence. No weapons drawn. No tension, but not casual either.

There it is, Ludger thought.

He stepped away from the yard and headed toward them.

They noticed him imdiately and slowed, stopping halfway across the courtyard. Selene moved first, stepping ahead of the others and planting herself directly in his path.

She crossed her arms. Her expression turned serious in an instant, sharp eyes fixed on him.

“I heard,” she said flatly, “that you want us to move out.”

Silence fell. Aleia blinked. Harold’s brow furrowed. Cor just watched Ludger carefully, weighing his reaction.

Ludger opened his mouth… And Selene broke.

She grinned, wide and unapologetic.

“Relax,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m joking.”

She leaned back on her heels, amusent plain on her face. “You should’ve seen your expression.”

Cor snorted quietly. Aleia sighed in relief, then shot Selene a look. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Yes it was,” Selene replied imdiately. “Perfect timing, too.”

Ludger exhaled slowly, the tension he hadn’t realized he’d gathered bleeding off.

So this is how it ends, he thought dryly. Not a disaster. Just Selene.

He t their gazes again, expression settling back into calm.

“Since you’re all here,” Ludger said, “we should talk.”

Whatever was coming next, at least it had the decency to announce itself.

Ludger didn’t waste ti easing into it.

“When it cos to managing another branch of the guild,” he said, voice even, “you’re the best option.”

All four of them stilled.

“You’re the oldest mbers,” Ludger continued. “The originals. You were here when Lionsguard didn’t exist yet, when it was just an idea and a handful of people willing to take risks.”

Cor’s eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful rather than suspicious.

“You know how this guild works,” Ludger said. “Not on paper. In practice. You know what we tolerate, what we don’t, and why.”

Harold scratched his beard slowly. Aleia folded her hands together, listening intently. Selene’s grin faded into sothing more attentive.

“That’s why you’re the right people,” Ludger finished.

He paused, letting that settle.

“I’m aware this can be seen as a reward,” Ludger said. “Authority. Trust. Autonomy.”

He t each of their gazes in turn.

“It can also be seen as a punishnt.”

No one interrupted.

“You’d have to move,” Ludger went on. “Another city. New politics. No support structure you didn’t build yourselves. You’d be responsible for everything, from recruitnt to discipline to keeping the guild’s na intact.”

Selene whistled softly.

“That’s not a promotion,” she said. “That's an exile with paperwork.”

“Sothing like that,” Ludger replied.

Cor let out a low chuckle. “He’s not wrong.”

Ludger straightened slightly.

“I’m not asking you because I need bodies,” he said. “I’m asking because I need people who won’t turn it into sothing unrecognizable.”

Silence followed, not awkward this ti. Heavy. Considered.

“This isn’t a decision you make on the spot,” Ludger added. “Think about it. Talk it over. Decide whether you want to carry that weight.”

He stopped, then added quietly, “I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t trust you.”

That, more than anything else, landed. Whatever they chose, Ludger knew one thing for certain. This wasn’t about power.

It was about whether the Lionsguard could survive without him standing at its center sowhere else.

Aleia was the one who answered. She nodded once, calm and steady, as if the decision had already been weighed long before this conversation began.

“We know,” she said simply.

Her gaze shifted past Ludger, toward the training yard. Toward the lines of trainees moving under his instructions, clumsy but determined, trying to grow into sothing more.

She watched them for a mont, the faintest smile touching her lips.

Then she looked back at him.

“That’s actually why we ca,” Aleia continued. “We’ll take the lizard dungeon.”

Ludger blinked.

“The transfer,” she clarified. “From the Ashbound Compact to Lionsguard. Paperwork, claims, patrol routes, the whole ss. We’ll handle it.”

Selene grinned again, this ti without mischief. “They know us. Or at least, they heard of us. Makes things simpler.”

Harold nodded. “No reason to throw the kids into politics their first week by letting you leave when they are making so much progress.”

Cor folded his arms. “You focus on teaching them. Turning them into sothing worth protecting.”

Aleia t Ludger’s eyes again.

“You’ve got enough on your plate,” she said. “Let us deal with the part we’re good at.”

For a mont, Ludger didn’t answer. Then he nodded slowly.

“Alright,” he said.

No ceremony. No gratitude speeches. Just trust, returned in kind. If this was how the guild learned to carry itself… Then maybe he didn’t have to hold everything alone after all. Cor lingered a step behind the others, then cleared his throat.

“There’s sothing else,” he said.

Ludger turned back.

Cor didn’t look embarrassed. If anything, he looked… thoughtful. Like a man trying to put weight behind words he didn’t usually bother shaping.

“When we watched you teach them,” Cor continued, gesturing with his chin toward the yard, “sothing changed.”

Aleia glanced at him. Selene went quiet. Harold nodded once, already knowing where this was going.

Cor flexed his hand slowly, fingers opening and closing.

“Felt lighter,” he said. “Stronger. Like my body rembered how to move without forcing it.”

He tapped the side of his head. “Mind was sharper too. Quicker. Less noise.”

He t Ludger’s eyes.

“Didn’t feel like adrenaline. Didn’t fade when I stepped away.”

Ludger said nothing.

Cor didn’t push for an explanation.

“We’ve all had monts like that before,” Cor went on. “Before a hard fight. Before sothing important. Inspiration, so people call it.”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “But this was different. Cleaner.”

He straightened slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re doing,” Cor said honestly. “And I don’t need to.”

He paused, then added with quiet certainty, “But the power we felt was real.”

Ludger held his gaze for a mont longer, then gave a short nod.

That was enough.

Cor smiled fully this ti, satisfied, and turned to follow the others.

As they walked away, Ludger looked back toward the trainees.

So they can feel it too, he thought.

Good.

That ant it wasn’t just numbers on a screen anymore.

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