Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 21: Beyond Estimation [I]

Back inside the Greyson residence, a deafening silence filled the hall as the Elders gathered, staring listlessly at the green screen shimmering above, displaying what had just unfolded in the dungeon.

Their expressions were blank, mouths gaping as they tried to process what had just happened.

It was only after a few seconds that Elder Rysten broke the silence, his cracked voice echoing out as he forced the words from his throat.

"T-this... how... I... don’t understand." He growled, the wrinkles on his face deepening.

Similar gasps of shock erupted from the other elders as they stared in disbelief.

It just didn’t make sense. It was widely known that talents influenced potential and, to a point, combat power.

But to fully bring out its power, one had to awaken their class so their body could sustain such a magnitude of power being unleashed.

What they had just seen, however, rewrote most of their viewpoints.

A single wave of the green-robed figure’s hand and darkness had emerged. The next moment, everything had been absorbed, leaving nothing but bones behind.

The level of damage could be explained if the ravaged beasts were just regular Level 1 creatures... but there had been Level 5 beasts.

That amount of damage output... how strong did his body have to be not to collapse? And the blade of darkness he had formed at the end, even through the screen, they could see the deadliness of the object.

Their thoughts crashed together, trying to make sense of it all, until boisterous laughter echoed out, cutting through the tension.

"Hahahaha!" Rysten burst out, the furrows on his face smoothing. "It seems the younger generation has truly surpassed the old." He chuckled, murmuring to himself.

"How foolish of us to estimate and limit the potential of an S-rank talent when we’ve never even seen one."

All past estimations had been based on the A-rank talents they had seen and nurtured for years.

But that had been their biggest mistake.

They had heard tales of the monstrosity of S-rank talents but downplayed them, thinking they were only slightly superior to A-rank talents.

From this display of power, however, it was now clear as day, the difference was like heaven and earth.

They doubted Cedric, with his A-rank talent, would be able to replicate the same feat within a day or two. Yet Ulric had achieved this within minutes of stepping into the dungeon.

It was simply too wondrous. Thoughts of a glorious future with Ulric’s talent inevitably crossed their minds.

If his pace of advancement was just as monstrous, then Tempest City had just gained a new potential overlord.

At the side, Mistress Aria’s eyes widened, her face flushing with delight. She had already expected to be surprised. Yet again, the green-robed youth had exceeded her expectations.

A giddy giggle slipped from her lips, childish excitement creeping across her face as she twirled a strand of her silver hair, lost in thought.

"Ulric..." she muttered beneath her breath. "I wonder what else you can do."

"Interesting," Lord Greyson breathed as a long-forgotten feeling surged deep within him.

Untamed happiness. He could finally see it... the future of the Greyson residence. If Ulric repeated a few more of these insane feats, achieving D-rank within a week could be manageable.

The thought was pure madness, yet undeniable at the same time. It was the beginning of a new era.

With those thoughts churning in the back of his mind, he leaned forward, as did most of the elders.

Their concentration heightened, the tension in the room thickening as they stared at the green-robed youth, curious which class he would choose.

Back inside the dungeon, a similar silence descended among the awakened youths as they stared from within the safe zone. They hadn’t seen everything clearly, but they had seen enough.

One moment, a pack of deadly wolves had been rushing toward Lord Ulric. The next... they were all dead.

Unlike the elders, who could only see what had happened, they could hear it, and they had heard every shrill howl the wolves let out as their life force was drained, filling them with dread.

Creatures that had so easily killed their comrades were, in turn, killed as if they were nothing, despite being five times stronger.

The thought was too absurd for them to fully comprehend.

What was clear through all of it was his undeniable power. What was even crazier was that this was only the beginning. Once he awakened his class, he would become an unstoppable menace.

Multiple emotions flickered across their eyes; envy, jealousy, awe, hatred, desire. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But of all of them, one emotion surfaced, overshadowing the rest.

Associating with such a figure would bring endless benefits. Sure, he had already rejected their advances, and now they understood why.

Tagging along with him would only drag him down. That realization, however, did not stop them. Murmurs broke out, those with the thickest skin shouting the loudest.

"Young Lord, please let me follow you! I’m willing to be your lackey. If you want, I’ll even lick your toes..."

"Aha... I always knew you were a creepy bastard..."

"No... it’s not like that..."

"No, please choose me! I’ll give you the refined sword my grandfather gave me. It can cut a mountain in half... cleave the starry skies..."

"Wait, isn’t that the scrappy sword you forged yourself that can’t even kill an F-rank beast?"

"I’ll give you my life..."

"I’ll give you babies!"

Filtering through the murmurs echoing across the crowd, Ulric sighed quietly, a wry smile resting on his face.

He had expected a few shocked stares... not this. Some of the requests made his lips twitch.

Averting his attention, he focused on the prominent notification that had blinked before him the moment he slew the beasts. Pulling it closer, he analyzed it intently.

[Ding! You have slain your first beast! Please select a class.]

<<Warrior>>

<<Mage>>

<<Healer>>

<<Tanker>>

<<Archer>>

<<Assassin>>

(0/500) Corruption Points.

Pretty basic. Just as he had expected.

Choosing a class would awaken related skills, allowing one to slay beasts more efficiently.

It would also grant a detailed system interface to monitor one’s growth.

Normally, one would choose the class that complemented their talent the most, which, in his case, would be Mage.

Given his talent: Monarch of Darkness.

But as he stared at the screen, his eyes narrowed, drawn to a few values at the bottom of the class list.

Strange. He hadn’t even selected a class yet. Why was that there? A few seconds passed before a thought struck him, causing his face to light up with exhilaration.

Would corrupting the system screen offer more class options?