The Charismatic Glass Cannon

We were greeted by darkness, pure silent darkness. After my ears adjusted, all I could hear was Jace’s breathing next to me. At least I fucking hoped it was Jace.

“Jace, that you?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied softly. “Can’t see a damn thing.”

“Me either. I have a flashlight, one second,” I said, opening up my inventory.

I could see the items I had put in, but they were now grayed out. As I stared, they went from gray to gone, completely disappearing. Even the chair was now gone. Replacing the who-knows-how-many items I had put in there, there were now just two.

[Energy Bar x10]

[Jug of Water - Clean]

The snarky voice spoke making me jump as it broke the silence.

Nice try, bucko. Nothing from the outside world comes with. But again, nice try.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. “Looks like it took all the stuff I brought.”

“Same,” Jace said.

As I turned to look around in the darkness, I noticed something. I felt to confirm. I found that I was indeed mostly naked, except for what felt like a loincloth. A small rectangle piece of fabric held together by a string that covered only my front side. It felt about the same width as a folded kitchen or bathroom towel. I further felt one of my feet, my hands hitting an uncomfortable sandal strapped on with itchy twine. The ground was cold like stone–I was glad to at least have something on my feet.

Torches started to light on the walls, making me stand upright in surprise. The light revealed we were in a stone hallway. It couldn’t have been a more cliché dungeon look. The torches also confirmed my earlier conclusion, we were indeed wearing loincloths and cheap sandals.

Let me tell you something about loincloths–they fucking suck. There is a reason they are no longer in the current fashion rotation. Every step you take, things swing all around, allowing all sorts of peeks from the outside world.

“Fantastic,” I said sarcastically as I went back into my inventory.

I selected the Party Complementary Loot Box. There was a new selection button that stated I could send it to Jace due to his proximity. I selected it. A message popped up stating the trade was pending. I saw Jace physically react.

“Hey man,” I said with mock grandioseness, “I present to you your first loot box.”

“Wait, where’d you get this?” Jace replied.

“It came with my lucky draw.”

“Well, hey, that’s pretty cool. At least we can start this nightmare with some firepower. I wonder what it will be.”

The message that said pending disappeared along with the loot box.

“It says I can’t do it until the party member has selected a class. It says it’s complementary,” Jace said.

I selected my Mythic Rare Class – Random and hit yes to open. A new item was in my inventory. It looked like a sheet of paper.

[Mythic Rare Class - Charismatic Glass Cannon]

Before I could say anything, Jace spoke.

“What the fuck kinda class is this?” Jace said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Executive…Executive Dungeon Chef.” Jace was stunned. “Executive, fucking, Dungeon chef? Fucking chef? What the fuck is a fucking chef going to do? Fucking throw ravioli?”

Jace was starting to freak out.

“Whoa man,” I said. “It’s gonna be fine. It’s a Mythic level class. It’s gotta be good.”

“Good how, exactly? What exactly am I going to do? Shove fucking scalding-hot hot pickets down their throats?”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” I noted.

“Dude, I saw them. There were so many other classes. There were shield bearers. There were holy paladins. There was this class that had a living tree for armor. I mean, how sick is that? But you’re telling me that this is supposed to be my tank class? If this is a tank, then we better hook up with Guy Fieri stat.”

After a few seconds Jace regained his composure.

“To add to it all I got an item,” Jace said sarcastically, “It’s a cursed cleaver. A cursed god damn weapon. Supposedly, it came to me attracted to my class. No description other than once I equipped it the curse will be active. It just has three question marks after its title of cleaver,” Jace complained.

Now you are pretty much caught up. My name is Kent. I am 32 years old and currently have my wife and kids in stasis relying on me. I stand 6’5” tall, which I would say is one of people’s first reactions when they see me. A reaction that is usually followed up by asking if I play basketball or not. I never did, by the way. I worked for the government before all this happened. No, not some government job that I now have special skills giving me an edge on what was to come. I wish. I worked a boring office job in a cubicle. Now, it looks like I will have to beat this campaign as a charismatic glass cannon, whatever the fuck that was. All with the help of a chef–which I had no idea how the hell that was going to be useful. Now onto the Gym Rats as promised. By the way, I almost crapped myself when I saw them.

We heard a guttural growl followed by the sound of footsteps. The footsteps grew louder and louder until what was making the noise came into view. Both of us were locked in fear. In front of us and walking towards us were a group of what could best be described as rat gym bros. They looked like roided bodybuilders, except they had a rat head not with fur but of normal human flesh. They had tiny little legs like they belonged on a toddler making them only stand around four feet tall. They wore tight tank tops accompanied with tight short shorts. The Gym Rats brandished clubs with nails protruding at random angles. Once the group was fully in our vision in the dim torchlight, I could make out there were four of them.

I panicked as they approached. Beyond currently having nothing to defend myself with these guys looked menacing. Even at four feet tall, the nails on the clubs activated the part of my brain that feared death, a feeling I had rarely experienced up to this point in my life. I had played video games and seen movies before but seeing a creature this close up with my own two eyes–no video game or movie could compare to this level of life likeness.

I could tell by looking at them that they wanted us dead, probably to eat us by the foaming drool dripping from their rat mouths.

“Do we have anything that we can defend ourselves with?” I asked frantically. “Are we really about to fight these guys?”

“We gotta use these classes, right?” Jace replied. “Like now.”

As they got closer, I quickly opened up my inventory and selected the Mythic Rare Class Charismatic Glass Cannon and hit yes with whatever question was being prompted. And then I began to change. My body deflated away until I was skinny and gaunt. I looked down to see I had lost what little muscle mass I had. My dad bod fat was now gone, but not in a good way. I looked frail, I felt frail. I started to wheeze. I have asthma, but this was something else. I keep an inhaler in my luggage when I travel and, in our cars, due to my kryptonite of cat dander. This felt like I was living with a cat who only liked to stay laying on my face, a cat that also needed to bathe in Head and Shoulders. My interface started to talk, sounding suspiciously too excited.

Lucky for you, this class is unlike other magic type classes like wizard. You don't need intelligence! I’ll hold back telling you more until I see how this first fight goes. Don’t want to waste my time and all.

Achievement Unlocked! First person in the entire world to have this class.

Reward: Noob Level Spell Tome Loot Box.

They were right on us then. We backed up, but behind us, the hall just ended. A dead end.

I looked over to see Jace now dressed head to toe in a chef’s outfit. He had on black dress pants and one of those chef shirts with the exorbitant number of buttons on the front. Just way too many buttons if you asked me. He also had a chef’s hat that went straight up at least a couple feet, only the sides of his auburn hair visible. Oh and Jace was a skinny guy before, but now I would consider him plump at least around the mid-section and legs.

“I would fucking trust a skinny chef you fucked up game!” Jace yelled out. “My class doesn’t fucking help me right now.”

“Mine either,” I replied, “I actually feel worse.”

“I have no choice!” Jace yelled frustrated as he watched the Gym Rats approach.

The Gym Rats slowed and then stopped about a car’s length away, clubs ready.

A glint reflecting the torchlight caught my eye. I looked over to see a large cleaver appear in Jace’s hand. For some reason, his chef outfit had disappeared, and he was back to wearing a loincloth. My attention was drawn back to the Gym Rats as they started to move in for the attack until they stopped, eyes locked on Jace. I looked over to see the cleaver float into the air, going under Jace’s loincloth. Jace was frozen, unable to move except his eyes which showed pure panic. His eyes were flicking around, but mostly down, unable to see where the knife was going. Then there was a wet slap as his full manhood hit the floor. Including all the extra bits.

“Oh, that’s just fucked up,” one of the Gym Rats said in a squeaky voice.

“Yeah. I’d rather die than that happen to me,” another one replied.

“Shut up, Chad. Your balls have all but shrunk to skittles with all the supplements you’ve been taking,” another Gym Rat spoke.

As Jace unfroze, he let out an animalistic scream, stepping back and leaning on the stone wall, looking at his genitals on the floor. He lifted up his loincloth, revealing to us all a smooth undercarriage. He looked like a doll down there.

“What the fuck. What the fucking fuck. What in the actual fuck,” Jace yelled. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What do I do?” He exclaimed calling out for help to the universe, hoping some male god would take pity.

“We should just put these guys out of their misery. Especially this guy,” one of the rats said, pointing with his club at Jace, pity in his voice.

I could see Jace’s own pity party turn to anger as he brandished his blade.

“Let’s dance!” Jace said, his demeanor completely changed as he brandished his cleaver.

I could tell there was a moment of hesitation in the eyes of the Gym Rats as they saw the resolve on Jace’s face.

“You go first Chad. It hasn’t been enough time from my last workout, and I might lose my gains,” one of the Gym Rats said.

The one I presumed was Chad charged at Jace. Jace was able to block the club with the butt of his knife. Both of them were in a momentary struggle of strength. Jace luckily had the leverage of his height and some new mass. Jace was able to push the Gym Rat back, who while taking a step back, slipped on the popsicle and family jewels that now resided on the floor. The Gym Rat’s foot slid around until he regained his footing, swinging again. The club collided with the cleaver’s blade. The club continued through the blade, splintering into two pieces. Both pieces hit the ground, making multiple loud sounds that echoed through the hallway. Jace took no time and slashed out, but instead of going for a kill shot like the neck, Jace sliced at each love handle of the Gym Rat. The love handles were barely visible, even with the side-revealing tank top it wore, but Jace had expertly sliced them off. Two chunks of flesh hit the ground, making a similar sound to what was heard a minute before.

The Gym Rat staggered back, holding his sides as blood gushed. The other Gym Rats took a step back looking weary. Jace lunged with his knife, gliding it through the Gym Rat’s neck slicing it clean off. The head hit the ground rolling until it was upright, staring at the other Gym Rats.

“No! Not our bro Chad,” one of the Gym Rats said in a stereotypical beach bodybuilder voice.

The Gym Rats started to look angry, gearing up to attack as they gazed at their fallen bro.

I felt something then, an innate skill or ability that I couldn’t fully describe.

“Hey guys, can’t we just talk about this? There’s no reason for us to fight. We can just go our separate ways. I think enough has been lost,” I said, gesturing to the dead Gym Rat and then to the trouser snake and water balloons on the floor.

I then started to see somewhat opaque, cartoon bubble-looking hearts floating over their heads, popping as they traveled up a few feet. After a moment, the Gym Rats looked at each other, their anger deflated.

“Alright,” one of the Gym Rats said with a shrug and they turned around and casually left down the hallway.

I stared at them as they walked away, still shocked at what had just happened. One of them started jogging.

“Quit it, man,” a Gym Rat snarled, “It’s not my cardio day. You’re going to make me lose my gains, bro.”

With that they turned a corner and were gone. It was back to being just the two of us, well besides the headless dead gym rat lying on the ground next to us.

Jace was standing there panting and making some uncomfortable noises.

“Are you okay?” I said to my brother. “Does it, like hurt? I’m so sorry man.”

“No, it doesn’t fucking hurt on the outside, but it fucking hurts on the inside, okay. I just lost my fucking manhood,” Jace said.

“I’m sorry, man. What did that? Your class?” I asked genuinely curious while also trying to distract him.

Jace slumped his shoulders. “It was the knife,” Jace said, defeat in his voice.

“Thanks for taking one for the team, man,” I said, trying to hold back a smirk but failing. “You really nutted up, or I guess down, for this one.”

It was a bad joke, and it didn’t make much sense, but I just had to try and break the tension.

Jace looked at me incredulously.

I took my attention inward, I felt different. Weak, frail, like I had all the flu’s that have ever existed with the cherry on top of having a late-stage terminal diagnosis. But there was one aspect that I felt more powerful. I could feel a well of power inside me. A sheer massive pool of mystic energy.

Before I did any looking in my interface, I knew I needed to open my Noob Level Spell Tome Loot Box. I knew I was some sort of wizard class which I was excited about. I needed to be ready in case something else came down this dead-end hallway. I knew that wizards equated to powerful spells and had thoughts of fireballs and ice blasts. I wrung my hands in anticipation. As I selected it, a tome appeared in my inventory.

[Tome of Light Orb]

I clicked it and it appeared in my hand. It was a thick ornate tome of thousands of pages. The tome hovered over my hands as an unseen gust of wind blew the tome open, flicking it to a page the wind abruptly stopping. The unrecognizable letters leapt from the page and rushed into me the book quickly closing and then vanishing.

I opened my inventory and saw a blinking notification in the corner, I clicked it.

Let there be light! While this spell normally makes a small contained light ball that would follow you for 24 hours, providing you ample lighting. You are way too special for something as useful as that here in a dimly lit hallway. The light usually would use up one continuous mana and cease if mana is reduced to zero, until user dismisses it, user death, or the 24 hours. But due to your class ability Max Depletion which uses all mana when casting a spell. Putting all your mana into it and having no mana to keep it going, I really have no idea what will happen. Max Depletion also enhances spell effects based on the mana used. Try it. Please. I’m bored.

Max Depletion? I thought. What? Every spell I cast uses all of my mana? Using all my mana seemed like a drawback but the idea of my spells being enhanced sounded pretty good. Maybe once I get a noob level spell like fire bolt it will really be fireball or maybe even fire meteor shower or something. I could really fuck some shit up with a meteor shower.

I felt the new power of casting Light Orb at my disposal, knowing that I could simply think it to happen, and it would. And as I thought about it, it did.

A flashbang exploded in front of me, leaving my vision all white and my ears ringing. I dropped to the ground touching my ears feeling wet blood.

A notification with a triangle symbol with an exclamation point in it flashed in my vision.

You are now deaf and blind. That’s one way to go exploring a dungeon. Sorry, you even surprise me there. I wasn’t ready for an Achievement for that. Should I even give an Achievement for that? Yeah, I think you need one.

Achievement Unlocked! You have cast your new spell even when you had no idea what it would do.

Reward: I think the lesson you learned was valuable enough. You also learned that even when deaf, you can still hear me. Isn’t that truly the greatest reward?

It took a full minute for my vision to start coming back, but even after that minute, my hearing was almost all but still gone. The first thing I saw was Jace standing over me, giving me the what the fuck pose arms outstretched, palms pointed to the ceiling.

I hurt. I thought it couldn’t get any worse than how I was feeling before, but now I felt even worse. I opened up my interface, my party tab was blinking so I clicked that first. I saw warnings next to Jace’s name, the same warning symbol as before with a triangle with an exclamation point. I mentally clicked on them and saw that one was for “status: vision impaired” and the other was “status: hearing impaired.” I saw I could also click to get more information on him. I saw a truncated version of my own tabs, all condensed into one scrolling page. It had his picture at the top like mine. His health was at 30 out of 30, and instead of mana, it said “Chef Mojo” a bar which had barely any gold color filled in was at 1. Scrolling down, I saw his equipped items seeing that he had items in an outfit area that included his chef apparel. He had no items in his non outfit slots except for the cleaver. I selected the knife. It was titled Mythic Cursed Cleaver of Kendollism. The description was blank my interfaces voice normal in my head despite my hearing still all but gone.

I won’t let you take this one away from me to explain! Bad luck with this one. The Mythic Cursed Cleaver of Kendollism. Didn’t think this one would be found when it was made. This is one of the most powerful weapons you can get in the campaign but comes with a slight drawback. The blade has a thirst for male genitalia and its first victim has been claimed! You will forever be a Ken Doll down there. The knife deals additional damage when striking an opponent’s genitalia, as long as the genitalia look male-ish. The knife becomes more powerful as you level up, allowing you to keep it throughout the campaign as it unlocks its own abilities. Sadly, the curse cannot be broken by just tossing it away. It’s stuck to you like…like…genitals on a man. Oh wait. Nope. Sorry, I have to think of something more permanent. I’ll let you use your own creativity. Just don’t ask him for advice, as he is now a few marbles short. But yeah, ever see Thor? That’s its level 1 ability. You can summon it back to your hand. C’mon that’s kinda sweet right? Worth it? Debatable…

I then went to my own overview. I still felt horrible and now I saw why. My health was currently at one of two. Two fucking health is all the maximum health I now had.

Looks like you have discovered your class draw-back. 2 HP. Is it a price worth paying for all that mana? We’ll find out. I feel like you got plenty of warning with the whole ‘glass cannon’ being in the title. And don’t give me any heat of the moment bullshit.

My mana, which was previously 5 of 5, was now 172 of 1000. A huge leap which explained the well of power I felt. My mana went up to 173 as I watched it slowly recharging after the Light Orb blast. I saw I still had notifications pending.

You have an available buff. Weird. These usually just automatically activate. Looks like something must have happened and it toggled off right before I wanted you to test that Light Orb spell. Don’t worry. I’ll put in a help desk ticket. Would you like Magic Self Harm toggled off? Toggling off Magic Self Harm will make you and all-party members take no direct damage from your spells. This does not include any spell fallout, including but not limited to falling debris.

“Yes. Of fucking course yes,” I said, now able to hear the timbre in my own voice.

Geesh. You don’t have to be rude. I toggled it. At least I think I hit the right button.

I made a mental note then that this asshole interface could actually cause me harm. There was one last notification.

Achievement Unlocked! Your party member has slain a monster while you were mere feet from the battle, and you did nothing but watch your party member struggle.

Reward: Noob Level Loot Box of the Coward.

“Well, that seems uncalled for,” I said.

Jace waved his hands in front of me. I could read his lips as he asked if I could hear him. I couldn’t. Well, he sounded like Charlie Browns parents so I guess technically I could hear him just not understand him. I shook my head.

I pulled up my party tab again, seeing Jace no longer affected by the vision or hearing loss. Maybe I was closer, I thought. That’s why I am still feeling the effects. I feel like I have barely changed for the better. I went back into Jace’s overview, getting to his stats. He had 10 Perception, 5 Athletics, 10 Strength, 10 Dexterity, and 10 Constitution. Damn, that was a lot higher than my threes across the board. I switched over to my stats tab and my jaw dropped. My Perception was 3, Athletics was 1, Strength was 1, Dexterity was 1, and Constitution was 0.1.

What the fuck. No wonder I feel like shit. I didn’t even think this could go to decimals. When I mentally selected constitution, it showed a health regeneration per second rate of 0.000275%. What does that mean? 1 health point every hour?

I did see a new stat called Charisma which was at 100.

Charisma is no longer locked at user’s current Charisma level!

Achievement Unlocked! You have found out there are other stats that we don’t show people. New stats may be unlocked based on class, race, items, gods, and many other ways.

Reward: Learning more about Charisma. Charisma is usually for extroverts. You seem pretty introverted. Oh well, charm, magnetism, loyalty, persuasion, I think you get the gist. And for you, Charisma directly correlates to max mana and mana regeneration.

I went to my abilities tab which had a few new things that were blanked out my interface taking the limelight.

You have new abilities in your abilities tab!

First is Max Depletion. The user must be at full mana to cast a spell and uses all mana when casting spells. No matter what. All of it. Spell effects are enhanced equal to the mana used.

Glass Cannon Leveling. Most classes gain a certain amount of skill points in all stats per level. You get the same. That is except for the fact that all your points go into Charisma. You built the glass house and you’re going to live in it, god-dammit.

A loot box, like the one I had seen in my inventory, had appeared next to the Gym Rat Jace had killed, and Jace was heading over to pick it up. I tried one of the buttons I saw in my interface earlier under the party tab, which looked like a share your screen button, one going out and one button going in. Jace selected yes to my request, and I was able to see his screen, currently on his inventory. He opened the loot box, hovering over the three items. First was a prescription for testosterone, including a syringe. It looked authentic with a label and everything. It was prescribed by a Dr. Legitness, which seemed pretty unlegit.

Next was a necklace that looked like skin shaped as a shark tooth, titled of Rare Foreskin Necklace of a Gym Rat, which led to a whole bunch of questions popping into my head. Did one of them make this? Was it their own foreskin? Someone else’s? I couldn’t think of any answers that satisfied, so I mentally moved on. The last item looked like a bottle of Tylenol. The description read Bottle of Mini Heals, and a big 60 count sticker was taped to the side. I waved at Jace, making the motion of popping a pill in my mouth. He handed me the bottle and I took one of the pills. I selected the water jug from my inventory, and a metal canteen appeared in my hand that I drank from swallowing the pill.

As the pill went down my throat and into my stomach, I felt it start to move inside me. It was a feeling that is hard to describe. It was like a helpful parasite seeking out injury. I felt it go up my neck and to my ears, stitching things back together. My hearing came back almost immediately after whatever was moving inside me got there. But even after it was done, I wouldn’t say I felt good. At two health I was still eight below, feeling like a normal human.

“That got my hearing back,” I said to Jace. “Thanks, I really needed that.”

“What was that about foreskin?” Jace asked with a grimace. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah, I’m confused too. What does it do?”

“Looks like it gives you the body of a bodybuilder. Plus, one strength and athletics with a plus five for charisma.”

“Damn I could use that. My class dropped all my stats hard. And it looks like I can never put stat points in them.”

“Damn, dude that sucks. Yeah, it’s all yours. I don’t really want some random dude’s foreskin hanging around my neck. Really, any dudes…” Jace said trailing off as the topic veered too close to recent events, longing written on his face.

Jace handed me the necklace, a look of disgust on his face. A rightfully placed face of disgust. My interface read the description.

Rare Foreskin necklace of a Gym Rat. User has the physical mass of an elite bodybuilder. Except the legs. You always skipped leg day. Oh, and the mass is mostly just for show. Just like real bodybuilders. The user only gains plus 1 strength and athletics. User also gains plus 5 charisma. Who doesn’t like a well-built man? Am I right? No homo of course.

I put it on and immediately felt my strength getting closer to how I normally felt. I thought my transformation was over until I suddenly became huge. Muscles ripped out of me as my range of motion plummeted. The loincloth string was now digging into my hip. I looked down to see my thick, shredded midsection, able to see large abs. For a few years, I went to the gym, and there were periods that I thought I looked pretty good. Honestly, I looked better then than what I looked like now. Especially because of the legs. They were so damn scrawny. I mentally noted that while I physically looked as though I should be able to take a lot of damage, I still indeed only had two HP.

“You look like you’re ready to go on stage for Mr. Olympia, except those spindly little legs. Fuck man,” Jace said raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like while I gained a strength and an athletics point, I’ll need those points just to carry all this around. I also can’t touch the center of my back anymore,” I replied, struggling to reach.

“But those legs, man. They just look so out of place,” Jace said, staring at my legs.

“I’ll try it out for a little bit. The Charisma bonus is nice,” I said.

“So, what is your class about?” Jace asked me.

“All my points are in Charisma. It looks like my Charisma affects how much mana I have and my mana recovery. All my other stats are garbage. Beyond garbage. I feel like a used diaper filled with Indian food. Oh, and for every spell I cast, I have to use all my mana for that one spell. My spells are more powerful, but yeah, it uses all my mana no matter what.”

“So, that sounds really powerful but also really weak,” Jace said.

“Yeah, I only have two health. So, I’ll need every gear buff we can find to get my stats to normal. I did see that I was able to use my Charisma to influence those guys. I saw like floating hearts above their heads, it seemed to make them change their minds.” I replied. “What about your class?”

“It’s called Executive Dungeon Chef. Before I tell you what it is, is your interface a total asshole?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said. “Sassy as hell.”

“Yeah, mine too. So, I guess I can give buffs to the food I prepare. I can identify monsters and creatures for their potential ingredients. I can see how different ingredients could work together to get different bonuses or just be delicious. I also have exceptional expertise in culinary equipment, which the interface loved to give me a lot of shit about, by the way, saying I was going to whip up some bad guys with my mixer. It said it’s a Mythic class, but I’m not seeing it. And I put on like 50 pounds. I don’t feel it, but I can see less of my feet now. I do have an ability called Chef’s Kiss that I can use once per 24 hours. At current level, I can imbue food with an additional special bonus of either health, defense, or attack. Those three categories. I have a bar that replaced my mana that, if during combat, I collect ingredients, it builds up, then I can go into some sort of chef mode. Made it sound a little like going berserk. Full Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen.”

“Sounds pretty interesting. By the way, I like the outfit,” I said with a snicker.

“Yeah, it says I have to keep the outfit on, or else I won’t get any of the bonuses. Something about a health inspector. I don’t know. It gave me a starter’s chef kit box, and I got a cooking stove, a pan, some basic spices, and some other odds and ends. It did say that once we get to level three, we can put down a campfire to rest. Sounds like it’s some sort of safe zone area where I may be able to do some cooking. It also said that is where the official bathrooms are,” Jace said, giving air quotes over his last few words, “and more water are. Sounds like we need to push forward and grind until then. Shall we?”

“Wait. I feel like I could snap at any moment. I want to put on this race to see if it helps,” I said as I opened my inventory selecting Mythic Rare Race – Random Complementary.

I selected yes, and a message popped up.

[Race assigned. User must reach level 5 for racial transformation to occur.]

“Just great. Looks like I assigned my race, but I don’t even know what it is. It says I transform at level 5…I really don’t like the sound of transforming,” I said to Jace.

Counting the necklace that gave me more Charisma, which also increased my mana, my mana regeneration was currently a little over one mana per second. I tried to do some rough math in my head. I came to the conclusion I would need just a few ticks under 15 minutes before my mana was fully recharged from empty.

“I don’t know about this dude. I’m going to be fucking useless. I can only cast one spell like every 15 minutes. That means I’m good for one cast a fight.”

“I’ll take the lead. I’m already 10% towards my next level off that one guy. Hopefully, we find some easy guys, can get to level 3, and get that camp thing,” Jace said, trying to pep me up. “Did you look at the quest?”

“I didn’t,” I replied as I pulled it up.

[Welcome to Level 1! You are inside a dungeon where conflict could be at any corner. Survive, obtain a key, survive, and find a door that leads to Level 2.]

[Hint: To get the key, the fat lady should scream or sing…whichever you prefer.]

[Level 1 Parameters:]

[Party – available.]

[Max party size – unlimited.]

[Loot and Environment – Non-lootable environment (exception of story items), loot boxes generated on death.]

[Map – 1% visible per user level.]

[Progress towards Campaign Completion 0 out of 30 Levels complete.]