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[Attributes]
A.P Attribuable: 8- Strength: ?1?
- Agility: ?1?
- Constitution: ?2?
- Intelligence: ?5?
- Wisdom: ?7?
- Charisma: ?5?
- Faith: ?1?
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Upon entering my room, I diverged from my initial plan of heading straight for the bath. Instead, I found myself sinking into the comfort of the sofa, where the interface awaited me, beckoning me to carry out what I had intended to do post-bath: redistributing my recently acquired attribute points among my seven attributes.
"I'm still uncertain how this will unfold, but for now what I'm certain is wisdom deserves at least two points."
As the sorcerer that I am, my strength lies predominantly in three attributes: wisdom, intelligence, and charisma, with a greater emphasis on the former over the latter two, for of these, wisdom held precedence, particularly for sorcerers who aimed to enhance the potency of their spell-like abilities. The rationale behind this lies in the sorcerer's reliance on skills that are often innate, drawing heavily upon intuition and understanding of one's own nature to shape the world. Wisdom facilitates this aspect of sorcery.
Intelligence, on the other hand, is typically the primary attribute for mages, augmenting both spell potency and magic points. For classes outside of mage and its derivatives, intelligence is generally the attribute one uses to bolster one's M.P.
Finally, there's charisma, arguably the most enigmatic attribute available to me, especially given my sorcerous inclinations. While it typically served to hasten spellcasting or augment spell potency for other magic-focused classes, its utility for a sorcerer like myself seemed less straightforward. In fact it presented a literal conundrum. Unlike traditional magically inclined classes , I, as a Sorcerer, found little improvement in spellcasting speed or potency. However, I discerned two distinct benefits to investing in charisma alongside intelligence.
Firstly, it facilitates my proficiency in wielding Ice Magic, a skill typically beyond a sorcerer's repertoire. Secondly, it fortifies my base offense, indirectly amplifying the efficacy of my skills. While this may not directly enhance the effect of my spell-like skills, it can be argued that it does bolster my overall strength.
There was also a third, more intuitive reason behind my decision. Though less tangible, it felt instinctive, as if leveling up this attribute would eventually lead to something significant and worthwhile.
After deliberating over how to distribute my remaining six attribute points, I eventually settled on investing another point into Wisdom, two into both Intelligence and Charisma, and the last remaining point into Constitution. For a Sorcerer like myself, it was also important to raise one’s constitution’s level, as it bolstered my HP and provided a slight improvement to my SP. Ideally, at the beginning of each incarnation, I envisioned myself as someone formidable both physically and magically, a figure unbound by the constraints typically imposed by classes and their limitations.
There was a class that embodied true versatility: Classless. As the name suggests, it was a class obtained by not choosing any class at all. With it, there were no class limitations. But as great as that sounded on paper, it wasn’t for the faint of heart.
Opting for this class meant forfeiting all the benefits tied to conventional classes: additional attribute points, class-related status boosts, and most crucially, the inherent increased potential that each class bestowed. By choosing Classless, one relinquished the increased likelihood of unlocking any specialized set of skills, a prospect that, without a class, became exceedingly improbable.
Indeed, the choice of Classless as one’s class was a choice few sane individuals, if any, would make. Only under rare circumstances would it be a viable option, typically when one possessed unwavering confidence in their luck, perseverance, and ability to acquire necessary skills as they progressed. Even then, it remained a perilous gamble, one that might yield no tangible rewards. For those supremely confident in their potential in everything, hybrid classes like Paladin or Cleric offered a more balanced alternative. These classes could seamlessly transition between physical and magical skills, drawing energy from both MP and SP.
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Truth to be told, had it not been glaringly evident that my talents leaned towards MP-based attacks, evidenced by my lack of proficiency in swordsmanship or shield-bearing or any martial-related skill, I might have gravitated towards the Paladin class instead of Sorcerer. As for why I hadn't chosen Cleric then, the answer was obvious: it simply didn't align with my aspiration.
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[ Faye’s Interface ]Name: Faye
Level: 6
Race: Highbreed
Class: Sorcerer
Title: N/A
Experience: 11 / 7022
[Status]- H.P: 33 / 34
- M.P: 62 / 238 (+37)
- S.P: 29 / 29
- Fatigue: 83%
- Defense: 5
- Offense: 46
[Attributes]- Strength: 1
- Agility: 1
- Constitution: 3
- Intelligence: 7
- Wisdom: 9
- Charisma: 7
- Faith: 1
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"That should do it," I murmured to myself, nodding in satisfaction at the current state of my status interface. With a final mental command, I closed the interface and stood up, stretching.
I had intended to head for a quick bath when a gentle breeze drifted into the room. Stepping out onto the balcony, I was greeted by a picturesque view of the vast backyard, once a training ground.
As I gazed at the horizon, the words of the old man echoed in my mind, reminding me of our isolation in this remote location. Indeed, the chateau was surrounded by an endless expanse of green, stretching for kilometers in every direction.
Attempting to peer beyond the verdant horizon, I projected myself years into the future, thousands of kilometers away.
"... Already the year 611 of the One and Only Era, six years after the last Path of Convergence event and four years away from the next," I mumbled, half-dazed.
Four years seemed distant yet imminent, a paradoxical proximity that left me apprehensive about being adequately prepared, as I had been six years prior. In each of my incarnations, my singular goal remained unchanged: to reclaim the Authorities similar to the one that enabled my existence that had fallen into the wrong hands.
To achieve this, I embarked on a new vessel with two primary objectives: to grow stronger through leveling up and to ensure timely attendance at the Path of Convergence in the city of Miriandelle every decade on a very precise week. Six years ago, I had failed to reach it, hindered by my lacking strength and handicapping youth, I was five. But in four years, I would be fifteen, and with my current rate of progression, I estimated I would reach a level of around fifteen or perhaps even higher by then, it was enough for the journey ahead.
"In four years, I'll be more than ready..."
Yet, if an opportunity presented itself sooner, I resolved to seize it. I would get there earlier than planned if it meant arriving at the Path of Convergence on time.
With a renewed sense of purpose burning within my heart, I made my way towards the bathroom for a much-needed bath. However, just as I was about to immerse myself in the soothing waters, a sound shattered the tranquility I had just established. A series of knocks reverberated at my door.
"What now? It better not be about the kid, because if it is, if it is I'm closing that damn door in their face," I grumbled to myself, striding towards the door with irritation. With a swift motion, I swung it open, only to be met with an unexpected sight.
"Good morning, My Lady," a girl bowed deeply as she stood before me.
It was Ane, my former personal servant. Her sudden appearance sparked a flurry of theories in my mind regarding her unexpected visit. Surely, we were past the point where she would beg for her position back. Perhaps she sought an explanation for everything, but if that was the case, then I’d be closing that door in her face, because I had none to offer.
"I apologize for disturbing you, My Lady."
"What is it?"
"I have been asked by his Grace, your father, to deliver a message to you," she replied solemnly.
At the mention of "father," a twinge of annoyance surged within me, presuming this had something to do with his son. Yet, despite my inner frustration, I couldn't overlook the unmistakable clues written across Ane's face and the title she just used.
"Did something happen?" I asked, though I already knew the answer from both her expression and her words.
"Yes, My Lady, it's your Grandfather..."
