And I chose...
[Dinsional Breaker].
The reason was simple. Or maybe not so simple.
The truth was, Beastbound Sovereign had tempted . The idea of an army of monsters at my command was intoxicating. But the skill Primal Bond carried a catch I couldn't ignore.
It required to seek out monsters, forge connections, and strike terms with each of them before the bond would take.
Agreed terms.
Those two words gnawed at the mont I read them.
It ant negotiation. Bargains. Endless back-and-forth until the beast was satisfied. Which, let's be honest, was nothing but trouble. Every new ally would be another headache of demands and conditions.
Who knew what else?
If it had been more like necromancy—where I could simply slay a creature, whisper "arise," and claim it as mine—then the decision would have been different. That kind of straightforward dominance I could work with.
No questions asked, no compromises needed.
But this one was different. With Beastbound Sovereign, it wasn't just about taming monsters—it was about catering to them as well. Every single one of them.
And that wasn't the end of it. Their strength didn't just depend on —it scaled with my level and their loyalty.
Level? Fine. That I could handle. Leveling was sothing I could control with effort, blood, and persistence. But loyalty… loyalty was trickier.
It was entirely possible I'd never earn the true loyalty of one of these beasts. Or worse, that I'd win it only to lose it later. That was a headache I didn't want to deal with.
I already had that risk with my goblins. For now, my clan followed willingly, and I hadn't had a single issue. But I wasn't naive. One day, sothing would test that loyalty.
Maybe hunger. Maybe fear. Maybe ambition.
It was bound to happen eventually.
And I didn't want to add another unstable variable on top of that.
Besides… if I were being honest with myself, I enjoyed fighting. The rush of it. The grit of it. The raw, terrifying closeness of steel against flesh.
Getting up close and personal with an enemy, reading their movents, outmaneuvering them—that was my way.
So, after weighing it all, I made my decision.
I chose [Dinsional Breaker], the path that fit not just my skills, but my nature. The one that let do what I loved most—fight my own battles, face my enemies head-on, and carve my place into the world with my own hands.
Goodbye to commanding a hundred beasts I'd constantly have to bargain with. Goodbye to loyalty tests and negotiations.
And hello to slashing through dinsions themselves.
Ding!
A sharp chi echoed in my head as the system reacted.
[Would you like to accept this path?]
The words pulsed in front of , as if the system wanted to give one last chance to hesitate.
"Yes," I said aloud, without a second thought.
No second-guessing. No turning back.
I wasn't going to dwell on the what-ifs anymore.
Imdiately, the system responded, its cold voice cutting through like a knife.
[Your class has been set]
[You have been allowed to acquire a higher-ranked version of this class, due to your class being highly tied to your innate skill]
"What?!" The word slipped out of in a hoarse gasp before I could stop it. My eyes widened, my jaw slack.
[Calculations have begun]
I just sat there, mouth hanging open like an idiot, staring at the glowing text.
Okay… that was a surprise. A huge one.
A pleasant one, too.
The kind of pleasant surprise that made my chest loosen, made feel for the first ti in a while like the universe hadn't set itself entirely against .
This—this right here—was confirmation. Proof that I hadn't made the wrong call, that [Dinsional Breaker] was ant for .
Still, one thought nagged at the back of my mind.
Would I have gotten sothing like this if I'd chosen [Beastbound Sovereign]?
An advancent path, a higher-ranked version of the class? Or was this only possible because of the way my innate skill bent space, tying so perfectly into the concept of breaking dinsions?
I didn't know. And honestly, I doubted I ever would.
But it didn't matter now.
The system had already spoken—I wasn't just getting Dinsional Breaker.
I was getting an advanced version of it.
Just the thought made my pulse quicken. What kind of broken, overpowered class would it be? Sothing that bent the rules until they snapped, no doubt. It had to be. After all, my innate skill wasn't just rare—it was SSS-ranked.
My eyes stayed locked on the glowing window, eagerness and nervousness twisting together in my chest. My heart thudded like a war drum, each beat hamring against my ribs as if it wanted out.
Then, the sound ca.
Ding!
A new notification flared to life.
[Your class has been upgraded from 'Dinsional Breaker' to 'Dinsional Sovereign']
[Bonus points added to all stats]
[Skill Advancent Points can now be earned]
[Bonus Advancent Points granted]
And then I felt it.
Foreign energy surged through my veins, flooding every corner of my body like liquid fire and cold lightning tangled together.
I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for the agony I knew was coming. My muscles twitched, bones creaked, and I hurriedly shut my eyes, waiting for the inevitable wave of pain.
But it never hit the way I expected.
It wasn't like Narg's evolution, where the transformation wracked every inch of his body until he scread. It wasn't that sharp, searing tornt that broke you down before piecing you back together.
No—this felt closer to Thok and Gobbo's changes. Subtle. Enduring, yes, but not overwhelming. My muscles shifted, my core tightened, but it was more like my body was aligning to fit the new power rather than tearing itself apart to make room.
And that was a relief. I'd had my share of pain already. More than enough.
When the sensation finally ebbed, I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. My chest loosened, the pounding of my heart steadying as I opened my eyes.
The first thing I did was call up my status window.
And there it was.
[Status Window]
Na: Eli Cross
Race: Goblin
Class: Dinsional Sovereign
Not Dinsional Breaker anymore. Sothing greater. An evolved form—only possible because of the SSS-ranked innate skill that had marked from the beginning.
I stared at the words, a strange tightness in my chest. Dinsional Sovereign.
Now ca the real question.
What made it so advanced?
I didn't know yet.
But I was about to find out.
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