Primordial Lust System

Inside the dungeon, Aurelian found himself in a huge corridor of some sort, with torches lined along the edges of the two walls beside him, lighting up the hallway.

"Woah," he snickered. He was getting a sense of déjà vu from the games he had played back on Earth. Its structure looked both familiar and strange.

Shrugging off the feeling, he proceeded deeper into the dungeon, a sense of anticipation welling up inside him. He couldn't wait to see how the monsters looked.

***

"Wait, did I see that right? Did Aurelian just

enter the dungeon alone?"

"Hmmm, I saw it too. Courting death, truly."

"I can't blame him either. If I awakened an F-rank talent, I'd have a death wish too."

"I reckon you awakened that E-rank talent. I don't think that's any good either."

"Shut the fuck up! It's better than F-rank any day."

Outside the dungeon, the rest of the awakened broke into murmurs, seeing Aurelian enter alone. To most, this would have been seen as no different from a death wish, well, apart from one who had a different perspective.

Eyes glinting with a void-like light, Aurora squinted, a whisper drifting past her lips. "What are you up to?" She had known Aurelian for a long time, and suicidal tendencies were not part of his description. Unless… he was hiding something.

Her eyes sparkled with an evil glare as she stepped forward, heading to the shimmering portal, thoughts swirling at the back of her mind. Even if he didn't have anything to hide, to die at the hands of beasts would be too easy on him.

With that, she stepped in, her fellow minions following closely behind.

And with that, the rest followed until everyone had stepped in. Staying back had never been an option, this was a temporal space and would shift after a few hours.

And it wouldn't be in their best interests to be outside.

***

"Ha! Found you!" Aurelian snickered, eyeing the little monstrosities before him.

One-meter-tall greenish beasts with slick skin running across their frames, each carrying some sort of club.

Red eyes glared back at him. His presence had been discovered, not that he was actively trying to hide.

"Well, let's find out what you can do," he breathed, his will shifting to his recently replicated talent.

Grrrrh! Growling sounds echoed as three goblins charged at him with surprising speed.

Finally in sync with his thoughts, he uttered, "Phantom Blades… activate!"

The air rippled like water in response to his words, before two bluish spectral blades coalesced before him.

He had tried earlier to conjure more, but found two to be his absolute limit.

Eyeing the goblin leading the charge, he pointed at it, channeling his will into the blade.

It gleamed with an ethereal light before shooting toward its target.

Splat! Like a razor cutting through butter, the blade sliced through the goblin's head, sending it flying from its body.

The sickening sound echoed for a moment before the head landed on the ground.

And with it came a notification that blinked into his vision, but he swiped it away, his mind fully drawn into the battle at hand.

Gulping audibly, he looked at the scene before whispering, "Well, that was oddly efficient."

The remaining two goblins didn't share his sentiments, charging at him as they crossed the ten-meter mark.

Flicking his hand, the hovering blade shot forth at the nearest goblin. It tried to veer its head to the side, but the speed was greater than expected, and soon it lay dead beside its fallen comrade.

Resisting the urge to smirk at the work of his hands, his eyes narrowed as he shifted his weight to the side, dodging the club the third goblin swung at him.

Still, he was grazed a bit as the spiked edge tore a part of his robe, clawing at his waist and drawing a line of blood.

Grimacing, two more spectral blades materialized before swiping at the third goblin.

It tried to swing its huge club to counter the blades, and it worked—well, for a second before the phantom blades sliced through, cutting the beast in two.

"Well, damn, that was exciting," Aurelian snickered, his blood boiling and masking most of the pain he felt.

He could feel his stupid original F-rank passive regeneration click in, sending warm streams of energy through him, but the pace was glacial.

If he had to estimate, he'd say a full day before he was fully healed. And that was just from a fucking graze.

Reviewing the fight, he surmised he could probably take them on without his Phantom Blades talent, but that would be a hell of a lot harder.

Inhaling deeply, he scanned the ground, then shook his head. No loot.

From his memories, killing beasts dropped loot randomly. Guess he'd have to find stronger ones.

Then, he shifted his attention to the notifications that had flared as he fought. His eyes scanned each one before another grin plastered itself across his face.

[Ding! Congratulations to you, o Arcadian warrior. You have slain your first beast, therefore gaining the right to choose a class. Choose one and begin your journey to power.]

At first, he had been surprised by the prompt, then realized it was one of those universal systems, if they could even be called that—helping everyone track their progress.

Another one followed soon after:

[Choose one class]

<<Warrior>>

<<Healer>>

<<Tanker>>

<<Mage>>

<<Archer>>

"Hmmmmm," Aurelian mused, scanning the list with a bit of disappointment. He was expecting some kind of description. Still, it wasn't that bad. He had a general overview of everything, so which to choose?

Warrior would lean more towards physical attributes, playing well in close combat.

Healer was obviously related to healing, though he doubted it would do him any good in combat.

Tanker was more like the shield of the team, taking hits while others dealt damage to foes.

Mages allowed people to cast spells and deal long-range damage.

Archers, with their arrows and such, mostly dealt long-range damage.

He could delve into details, but he preferred to keep things simple. Just as he was about to make a choice, a presence stirred within him.

He didn't need to reach inside to know it was the Supreme Record.

Arching his eyebrows, he looked at the notification that blinked in front of him.

[Class selection detected. The @£#&'* of Lust walks none and all paths. Unbridled by restrictions, he forges his own path. You are he, and he is you. Do you wish to awaken the Classless Path?]

<<Yes>> <<No>>