Chapter 206: Military Mage

"What the fuck is this?" I whispered, stunned by sight. 

A battlemage? Military mage? Cultivator?

Just where was the explanation of what each of those jobs meant? 

Or was I supposed to pick randomly? Directed by which one sounded the coolest?

'Think, Arthur, think,' I urged myself. 

I instantly discarded the cultivator and martial artists options. 

It wasn't that I had anything against them... But I had a mental limit over how powerful one could get with their fists. And for a former nerd like me, between swinging my fists and casting powerful spells... 

There was hardly any choice. 

The problem started when choosing between a battlemage and a military mage. 

The first one definitely sounded the coolest of the bunch...

'But I'm not in a game,' I thought, biting down on my lips. 

As fun as it would be to become a god of war with the class-specific abilities of battlemage job...