Final Life Online

The Emergency Quest had triggered a server-wide alert. Every player at level 10 or below—every fresh adventurer—could now see Village B12 marked as the epicenter of a rare Hidden Class opportunity.

And this game? It was still just weeks old.

Hidden Classes were practically legendary at this point. No one had confirmed one. No one had officially obtained one. So when this notification appeared? I already knew exactly what would happen.

Low-level players would flood in.

All of them desperate to land the killing blow on the Dire Werwolf.

All of them hungry for the chance to be the first to unlock a Hidden Class.

All of them ready to throw themselves into chaos, driven by dreams of fame.

"Let them come," I said with a low chuckle.

More chaos meant more distractions—more bodies to wear the boss down before the final blow.

"I swear, Puddle…" I muttered, glancing at the glowing blob resting contentedly on my shoulder, "I probably should've rolled Thief instead of Ancient Tamer."

Puddle jiggled mischievously, pulsing with amusement. He seemed to approve.

Because once all those eager 'heroes' swarmed the field and wore the boss down…

Once they fought and bled trying to earn glory…

That was when I'd strike.

That's when I'd take the kill.

That's when I'd steal the rewards.

The class.

The title.

The legacy.

Mine.

I smirked, clenching my fist with anticipation.

"Alright, Puddle… back to the village."

It was time to wait.

Time for our meat shields to arrive.

Kyuu~ Puddle chirped happily, bouncing on my shoulder, glowing with anticipation as we headed back.

Meanwhile, far away in the Kingdom of Brash…

A realm known for its firm neutrality, Brash stood tall amidst growing conflict and rising alliances.

But Brash's neutrality didn't stem from diplomacy.

It came from raw strength.

Even when ambitious empires cast greedy eyes toward its lands, none dared act. Not when Brash was home to warriors and individuals capable of shifting the outcome of entire wars single-handedly.

Within its sprawling walls, tucked away in the quiet merchant district, was a small alchemist shop. Humble, inconspicuous… but lately, always busy.

Inside, the air buzzed with the sharp scent of herbs and the soft glow of magical reagents. A young man stirred a vivid orange liquid in a crystalline cauldron, hands moving with the grace and precision of a master surgeon.

He didn't blink. He didn't hesitate.

From the shop counter, an old man—Uncle Joy, as everyone called him—watched with wide, anxious eyes. His expression was torn between admiration and quiet awe.

His knuckles whitened on the edge of the counter as he muttered, "TitanSlayer… no matter how many times I watch this, I still lose the composure."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Are you… the reincarnation of the Alchemy God or something?"

The young man didn't look up. He smiled slyly as the potion within the cauldron flashed with golden clarity and snapped into completion.

"Uncle Joy… I just follow my instincts," he said, flashing a wink.

Then, under his breath—too soft for anyone to hear clearly—

"…And the memories from my last life help, too."

"Hm? What was that?" Uncle Joy asked, tilting his head curiously.

TitanSlayer just chuckled and waved a hand. "Nothing important."

Uncle Joy narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced, but let it go. His gaze drifted toward the softly glowing potion on the table.

"Wait a minute… what exactly did you just finish brewing?" he asked, suddenly serious.

But TitanSlayer wasn't listening anymore.

His eyes were locked on the system notification floating in front of him.

[Emergency Quest Detected]

[Player Blade has triggered a Hidden World Event: Monster Tide – Black Forest]

[Hidden Class Opportunity Active – Eligible to all players Lv. 10 and below]

[Field Boss: Dire Werwolf – Lv. 50 – Active]

"…What?" he whispered.

His brow furrowed as he stared at the alert.

"This… wasn't in my memory."

He touched his temple, thoughts spinning.

There hadn't been any such event before. Not in his previous life—not before the regression.

And the name Player Blade? That wasn't someone he remembered ever making a splash. Let alone someone capable of triggering a world-altering chain quest.

"Did… someone change the timeline?" he muttered, voice barely audible.

He quickly pulled up his status screen:

[Level: 62 | Hidden Class: Eternal Alchemic Sovereign (Special)]

"Even if I wanted to go," he said with a shrug, "I don't qualify anymore."

His tone was calm, but behind his eyes, the sharp focus of someone analyzing something critical burned bright.

A Monster Tide quest this early, tied to a Hidden Class?

It wasn't just rare—it was the kind of thing that could reshape the future.

A true, game-defining moment.

He didn't particularly care about normal Hidden Classes. Not when he already held a special-grade Mythic class, earned through the knowledge and strategy born from his past life.

But still…

"…Blade, huh," he murmured, tapping his fingers against the wooden table.

He opened the stream panel and began cycling through options.

"There's no way an event of this scale isn't being broadcast…"

Within seconds, he found the official server feed and locked onto the live instance.

Black Forest – Live Stream: Village B12

Status: Emergency Event – Active

And there it was.

Village B12.

Normally just another forgettable starting zone.

But now?

The stream was packed. Hundreds of players had assembled—like a flood.

Their gear ranged from beginner's cloth and iron to rare armor upgraded to absurd levels. Spellcasters whispered chants, warriors practiced swings, archers loosed practice shots at trees. And every single one of them had their eyes fixed on the same place:

The Black Forest's edge.

"A full beginner army," TitanSlayer muttered with a half-smile. "Hidden Class rewards really do bring out the hopefuls."

He scanned the crowd, his gaze sharp.

"…Now which one of you is Blade?"

Whoever it was, they had done the unthinkable.

They'd altered the future he remembered.

And that, alone, made them important.

He stood up slowly, stretching his arms overhead.

"Uncle Joy," he called out, "think you can watch the shop for a bit? Something more interesting just came up."

Uncle Joy peeked from the back room with a sigh, grumbling, "You brat. Always running off on some nonsense…"

"Oh—and that potion from earlier?" TitanSlayer said, tossing a glowing vial over his shoulder without even looking. "Perfect grade mana potion. Don't drink it by mistake."

With a lazy wave, he walked out.

Uncle Joy caught the bottle with both hands and stared down at it, stunned.

The glow was unmistakable.

"Perfect… grade?" he whispered in disbelief.

He looked toward the door where TitanSlayer had vanished.

And then, with a shaky breath, muttered to himself:

"…Just who the hell are you, kid?"