Chapter 35 – Finally getting a Class!
Liora handed over her fake identity card with a calm face. Her heart wasn’t nearly as composed.
She lied smoothly, "D-rank class."
A complete lie.
But she had no choice. Revealing her true class here would bring more problems than it would solve. The last thing she needed was soone digging into her background while she was still vulnerable and unprepared.
The guards didn’t press as it seems she wasn’t the one who killed the boss, just a weak bystander. One of the kingdom’s stationed mages stepped forward and healed her injuries with a flick of his staff. Warm light wrapped around her ribs, sealing the worst of the wounds.
It took bit of ti, even then it wasn’t completely healed.
"Looks stable," the mage said. "Let her through."
Liora bowed slightly. Then walked. Fast. Without looking back.
’Just get out of here.’
She didn’t stop until she was far away from the dungeon camp. Only then did she exhale.
That boy...
That silver-haired, cross-eyed boy with the quiet voice and impossible strength.
’He’s still inside.’
It hadn’t even been a full minute after he entered the boss room when her portal activated. She couldn’t begin to guess what had happened in there.
But she knew one thing clearly.
’If anyone can co out of that place alive... it’s him.’
Ten minutes earlier...
Leon stood silently inside the boss chamber, eyes sweeping across every corner.
Nothing.
He checked behind every stone wall, under the remains of the twin-headed beast, even the cracks in the floor.
But unlike the throne room—there were no hidden vaults. No ancient doors. No divine runes etched beneath the blood.
Just silence.
And a faint aftershock of power still buzzing through the stone.
’Guess that’s it, then.’
The mana core was already stored.
The corpse too.
The skill rune he found—[Lightning Bolt (Common)]—was disappointing, but it was still sothing. He’d added it to his inventory without much thought.
And now, in front of him, the portal shimred—the only way out.
Before stepping in, Leon crouched beside a broken slab and reached into his inventory.
Ti to hide everything.
He tore strips from his old clothes and wrapped them tightly around his lower face, forming a crude mask. Then tied his long silver hair into a tight bun and tucked it under the cloak’s hood. The fabric draped over his shoulders, concealing as much as possible.
He glanced down once.
’Still thin. Still sharp.’
But no longer a half-starved boy from the slums.
No one outside would recognize him.
Not anymore.
With that, he stepped into the portal.
Light surged.
Space distorted.
Then everything went quiet.
He stood inside a blank space—white, endless, silent.
It reminded him of Liora’s description. A place between realities.
A glowing ssage hovered in front of his eyes.
[Connecting to the Lesser System...]
Leon blinked.
But then the text flickered—twitched—and cracked like glass.
Another ssage replaced it.
[Error: Host is already connected to a superior system.]
[Lesser System Integration Denied.]
[Resuming under Cosmic System Protocols.]
Leon stared at the glowing words.
’...Cosmic System again.’
He didn’t fully understand it. But this wasn’t the first ti.
This was the sa thing that had triggered when he rged with the Orb. When his gacha treasures first activated. He got ssage about connecting to cosmic system.
The Lesser System was for the world.
But whatever he had...
Was beyond it.
His gaze narrowed faintly.
’Let’s see what kind of awakening that gives .’
The white void flickered.
For a mont, Leon felt nothing—no weight, no gravity, no sound. Just silence. Then, a pulse of light shimred ahead, and the system stirred.
Not with calm.
But with authority.
[Evaluation Complete.]
[Result: SSS ]
Leon’s brows lifted slightly.
’SSS... plus?’
He had expected sothing absurd. After what he’d been through—after rging with the Orb, after killing that monster from a nightmare—he knew he wasn’t just a fluke.
But still. Seeing it in text...
His heart gave a quiet thud. Not fear. Not pride. Just confirmation.
’Guess I really broke the scale.’
A new screen blood into view.
Dozens of options appeared before him—glowing, floating, moving as if they breathed with power. Each one pulsed with its own hue, like fragnts of fate dangling in front of him.
[Choose Your Class:]
Elental Paragon (SSS) [Unique] The Keeper of The Dinsions (SSS) [Ultra Rare] Lord of Fla and Thunder (SSS) [Ultra Rare] Lord of Water and Ice (SSS) [Ultra Rare] Lord of Ti and Space (SSS) [Ultra Rare] Lord of Light and Darkness (SSS) [Ultra Rare] Lord of Wind and Earth (SSS) [Ultra Rare] — and others, stretching far beyond.
Leon scanned through them, eyes moving with calm calculation.
’So that’s how this works...’
Each na sounded like a prophecy. No swordsman. No mage. No generic nonsense. These were concepts. Pillars.
And only one stood out from the rest.
Elental Paragon.
The tag next to it read "Unique." Just that one. Every other class—no matter how flashy—was rely "Ultra Rare."
’Only one marked unique. Everything else... is just close.’
He tilted his head slightly.
’So the system wants to take it.’
And honestly? He could feel it too.
The mont his eyes landed on the words Elental Paragon, the space around him seed to tighten, as if the choice was already fated.
But Leon wasn’t the type to jump at what was offered. Not without thinking.
’This isn’t just picking a class.’
’It’s shaping what I’ll beco.’
And for soone already tied to sothing greater—already branded by a Cosmic System—he had no intention of choosing lightly.
Not this ti.
Not ever again.
He stood in silence.
Evaluating.
Because what ca next... would decide everything.
Leon didn’t choose imdiately.
His eyes lingered on the class list, flicking between the options—one at the top, and dozens below it.
’Lord of Steel and Storm... Lord of Fire and Wind... they all sound powerful.’
’But they’re bound. Limited. Each tied to just two elents.’
He glanced again at the one floating above the rest:
Elental Paragon (SSS) [Unique]
’Only one with that mark.’
’Only one that fits what I’ve got.’
He focused on it. Just thinking about the na made sothing inside his chest stir. The core of mana embedded within him—his very center—reacted. Not violently. Just... like it recognized the na.
’So that’s your vote too, huh?’
He exhaled once, slowly. His expression didn’t shift.
’Makes sense.’
’The other classes are strong, but they’re likely bound to few elents.’
’This one... this one feels like mine.’
He didn’t hesitate after that.
"Elental Paragon," he said aloud. "That’s the one."
And the system moved.
Quietly.
Powerfully.
As if it had simply been waiting for him to say it.
Leon didn’t get much ti to admire the choice he’d made.
The mont he confird Elental Paragon, the space around him trembled.
Faint cracks of light began spreading across the white void—thin lines at first, then dozens, then hundreds.
’Right... I forgot these dungeons don’t wait around once the boss is dead.’
The system hadn’t even given him a proper notification.
No ceremony.
No grand flourish.
Just a flicker of acknowledgnt... and now the whole realm was starting to fall apart.
That ant he’d probably be sent out in a few seconds—whether he liked it or not.
He looked down at his hand.
No visible change yet.
No wave of power or sudden rush. But the core inside his body—it pulsed once, strong and steady.
’It responded... the mont I picked that class.’
That was enough for now.
Leon stood straight, letting the glow of the collapsing space swirl around him.
’Guess I’ll check the details later.’
Light consud his vision—fast, bright, absolute.
And just like that, the dungeon disappeared.
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