Ascending the tower with my SSS class

A Necromancer?

Uriel was surprised; it was the first time he had ever heard of a class like that. Weren’t the only ones supposed to exist classes like warrior, mage, tank, ranger, and finally assassin? How could a new one suddenly exist?

And a class with a name like that, no less... The truth was, Uriel got goosebumps just hearing it.

Uriel’s face reflected his surprise without holding it back in the slightest.

"Excuse me, uhhh, Comrade Anastasia, but a Necromancer is something I’ve never heard of before."

Anastasia smiled proudly.

"Of course you haven’t. It’s not an ordinary class; I obtained it after advancing to level two—a blessing, no less."

A blessing... That meant gods were involved in this place. The question was which one; so far, Uriel only knew a few.

"Comrade Anastasia, are you also someone blessed by one of those gods?"

Anastasia looked at Uriel and rolled her eyes for a moment.

"Unfortunately, it seems so. But don’t call them gods or anything like that; it gives me the creeps. Those things aren’t gods, Comrade Uriel—gods don’t exist."

"Wait, but the most important thing: how did you obtain a class like that?"

Uriel stopped her; he felt that if he let her steer the conversation where she wanted, she wouldn’t tell him about this class she had.

"Oh, right. You see, Comrade Uriel, it’s not a very pleasant story, so I’ll avoid telling it in full, but you should know that, apparently, by meeting certain requirements, your class can evolve. Mine was, of course, Mage when I started, but once I reached level two, that self-proclaimed God of Death appeared before me and offered to evolve it into this."

Anastasia stomped the floor a couple of times—not too hard, but she looked quite angry about her situation.

"Well, in short, there wasn’t much I could do in my situation, so I accepted."

Uriel was intrigued. That meant the possibilities for evolution in this tower were almost infinite. If there were more classes, what could he become over time?

"And what can you do now? Something like raising the dead?"

Anastasia raised her finger.

"Indeed, Comrade Uriel. I’ve become like those necromancers from the stories of our beloved planet. Although I kept my first mage skill and gained a new one, I can now raise skeletons—as long as there are corpses nearby."

What Uriel feared most was that the abilities he had chosen would have to disappear, but he was relieved that wasn’t the case; he would have felt bad if he had to abandon all the skills he had carefully selected for his class.

"How does this new class of yours feel... more powerful?"

Anastasia placed her finger on her temple and stuck out her tongue.

"I don’t know."

For a few moments, there was a brief silence in the room. Uriel had expected the change to be noticeable, but apparently it wasn’t.

"Uh... you see, when I obtained this class, there haven’t really been any fights, so I haven’t been able to test it in combat. But hey, at least it sounds cool, right, Vladimir?"

Vladimir nodded.

"I am a warrior."

He raised his fists. When Uriel saw them, he realized just how big he was; in fact, Vladimir’s fist was easily as big as—or even bigger than—Anastasia’s head.

"And these are my weapons."

A brief, faint smile appeared on Vladimir’s face; apparently, he felt quite satisfied with what he had chosen.

"You see, Vladimir is a man of few words. Well then, what are you capable of, Comrade Uriel?"

Uriel nodded; it was only fair—if the others spoke about their classes, he had to do the same.

"I’m a tank, so let’s say that... uh... I’m very durable?"

Anastasia looked at him for a few seconds, somewhat disappointed.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, Comrade Uriel. It’s just that so many important people seemed to surround you, so I thought your class must be something amazing, like Fallen Angel or something."

Yes, truth be told, Uriel also felt a bit disappointed after hearing that Anastasia had practically been handed hers—but well, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Maybe if he kept striving as one of Soliel’s chosen, he might obtain a class like Anastasia’s someday.

"But don’t feel bad, Comrade Uriel. In fact, your class is something to be proud of. In the motherland, we were used to returning blows harder than we received them. Are you the kind who returns them, or the kind who endures them?"

Anastasia raised her small fist to bump it with Uriel’s.

In a way, she and Ralzire were similar.

Uriel smiled; he knew the answer well.

"I’m the kind who returns them."

"Hahaha, then forget what I said, Comrade Uriel. Your class is impressive on its own."

Suddenly, the sound of something opening was heard by both Uriel and Anastasia, who instinctively went on guard.

The wooden door opened, giving way to a warrior in gleaming golden armor which, despite its extravagant color, had a sobriety that kept it from looking ridiculous—a somewhat muted gold.

A blond man with blue eyes stepped inside.

It was Miguel, who looked slightly surprised.

"Oh, hi. I figured you’d already be here, Uriel, but... why does everyone look so tense? Is something wrong?"

"Miguel, why are you coming in without knocking? Don’t you people from Super America have any manners?"

It caught Uriel’s attention that she didn’t call him "comrade," as she usually did with everyone.

"Oh, well, it was open. You should lock this or something; anyone can just walk in like that. Well, at least I got to teach you a lesson—you won’t do it again. Take it as a learning experience."

From what Uriel could see, Anastasia looked annoyed; she didn’t get along very well with Miguel. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Well, Uriel, are you ready? It’s time for us to go to the church so we can leave this place."

Uriel nodded. "Yes, everything’s ready. Let’s go. See you guys."

Uriel and Miguel walked out the door, leaving behind an annoyed Anastasia.

They walked in silence, but Miguel was the first to break it.

"Well, I suppose those two will be on our team. They’re not a bad addition. Did you end up talking to Viviane?"

Uriel shook his head. That Viviane didn’t interest him in the slightest.

"I don’t want anything to do with her, honestly, after the trouble I’ve had."

Miguel nodded; he understood why Uriel made that decision.

"Hahh... still, you’ll have to, whether you like it or not, at some point. After all, she’s the one who handles things on the human side."