My Life In A Fantasy, Women-Dominated World-Chapter 150: Primordial Consort.

[ Primordial Consort: Mythical ]

// One of the beings of the highest order, the man who had the right to live amongst the higher race. //

// Some benefits: Increased charm and bodily composition, including the increase in strength, vitality, metabolism, etc. Availability to spells of the higher realm. //

There was no system note, no lure of an elusive gift that he could get by choosing this class, yet, it did not need any.

The moment Aaron read the descriptions and the rarity, his mind blanked out for several seconds.

He thought that legendary was the highest tier there was, but now he was getting a choice for something... higher?

Just his legendary graded title gave him such broken buffs that helped him grow to ridiculous heights, and this class was MYTHICAL!

And the funnier thing was, his title’s boons weren’t even fully explored yet!

He was only using the first blessing while the other 2 were still locked.

Of course, he knew that getting a higher ranked title was much more difficult than the class, but with the option of a mythical ranked class, why in the world would he even think of choosing anything else?

Fuck the unique reward of being the first casanova, and definitely fuck the bullshit man toy class that he had actually guessed long ago as a joke.

There was simply no comparison and no need to think as Aaron clicked the third option without hesitation.

In front of his eyes, the other two choices blew up into smaller shards of gold.

But weirdly, the golden shards were emitted not from the panel but through the third option, looking like a golden ultrasonic pulse that shattered the other two options like glass.

A brief moment of red flashed in Aaron’s vision.

[ ERROR! ERROR! Class name: The Fantasy Cassanova had been destroyed before finding any host.

Class deletion in progress... ]

He could only stare blankly as the progress bar rushed towards the 100%, as if scared of taking too long to finish.

[ Class: The Fantasy Cassanova has been deleted. ]

[ The first choice rewards were acquired by the Class: Primordial Consort. ]

[ Primordial Consort offers you the first choice rewards. ]

[ Will you accept? Y/N ]

"..."

Wordlessly, Aaron clicked on the Y button, not willing to lose out on freebies.

He didn’t bother to think of the implications of it and nor the intricacies of how his mythical class managed to grab the rewards that were meant for the birth of a new class.

He even felt a little glad that his memories didn’t end up birthing a weird and manipulative class such as that.

Though he doubted that the males of this world were gutsy or capable enough to use it to the full potential even if they could get it.

[ First choice rewards has been sent to the inventory. ]

[ Primordial Consort offers its greetings. ]

’Uhh... hello to you too...?’ Aaron said in his mind, feeling weird for talking to the floating hologram.

Just a few moments ago he was complaining about a sentient system and he gained one already...?

[ Primordial Consort wishes to check if you have what it takes. ]

[ The Class Trials will be activated promptly. ]

[ Host’s consciousness will be taken for the trials, kindly find a suitable resting place for the physical body. ]

[ Time until the start of trials... 5... 4... ]

Aaron hurriedly looked around himself, finding Claire and Eva watching him with both curiosity and worry.

"My trials are going to start, my physical body will be staying back h–"

[ 0. ]

[ Host is being transferred to the trials prepared by the mythical class... Primordial Consort. ]

Aaron felt like the neurosurgeon from the popular movie franchise on Earth, the one that got punched out of his own body.

In Aaron’s case however, he wasn’t removed into the physical world in his astral form, but rather transferred away into an endless white room.

From all 6 sides, the whole room was built out of purely white walls, light reflecting off them endlessly and creating a view as if the room was either infinitely large or very small.

But the size of the room was the least of his priorities as his eyes fell over a dark, tall man standing in front of his eyes a little distance away.

He was dressed in clothes that Aaron could only describe as the ’royal garbs’, woven with golden threads and flowing with a regal demeanor down the man’s sculpted muscles.

His skin was the shade of chocolate, his face perfectly symmetrical and neatly trimmed facial hair framing his features.

Both his beard as well as the hair were greyish white, suggesting the man was quite old but he still stood as tall as ever, even towering over Aaron’s respectable height of 6’ 1’’.

"Greetings, human." The man had his muscular hands held behind his back, his darkened lips curled into a faint smile that appeared to be polite.

"G-Greetings... elder." Aaron blinked aggressively, first fixing his surprised posture before fumbling out a greeting and bowing slightly.

"At ease." The man nodded once, before moving close to Aaron and looking down at his surprised face.

Aaron repeated the gesture, wanting to move backwards to make some distance, but something inside him refused to back down so blatantly.

And not having the time or mental strength to fight his inner feelings, he heeded his instincts and stood at the spot, looking up at the elder with a well practiced poker face.

After all, staying with Claire had its perks.

"Good, good." The man said with a slight curve in his lips, before moving away and waving his arm in the air, causing the whole world under them to shake and twist, colours filling up the white wall in front of their eyes.

"You must be curious as to where you are and what the trial is, right, child?" he asked in his deep, rugged and charming voice that contained the maturity and knowledge of eons.

"Y-Yes." Aaron nodded like a henpecking chicken, excited about the prospect of owning a fucking mythical cla...

"Too bad." The man cruelly cut off Aaron’s daydreaming, "You will get your answers if you manage to finish the trial, otherwise, well... you will be dead anyway."

"Wait wh–"