Capítulo 7: The Domination Class

Stark dropped to the ground on his two knees, blood pouring out from the wound as Daniel removed his blade.

"Pathetic loser, I should have done this the moment I saw you," he knew Stark couldn't have had more than 374 HP as he was extremely weak, so once he saw those numbers above his head, he knew it was game over.

"I guess that's it…"

"Not even that interesting, huh…"

"What the fuck did you expect, it's like putting a toddler agaisn't a pitbull…"

But no… this couldn't be the end, not after all that confidence Stark had given.

After all… there was no way he would just let himself die like this.

…

[Talent: Chosen One]

[Type:] Instant Use

[Perks:] #1 When the user receives critical damage, enough to kill him in one singular attack, he can use his talent and willpower to keep going, setting his HP to 1.

#2 Amidst your journey, your talent will bring forth many events, both good and bad.]

…

Stark smiled lightly once he realized he wasn't dead, just extremely injured.

[Health:] 1/10 (critical condition)

He decided to use this opportunity to check the second notification he had gotten, after all he was sure he wouldn't have gotten nothing while being sent to a world like this.

And as expected…

[Skill: Class Wheel UNLOCKED]

He grinned as he began reading the description.

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[Class Wheel]

[Type:] Chosen One

[Level:] ULTIMATE

[Description:] When sent to another world using the power of a god, and when chosen by that god, a person is granted one simple talent and skill to aid them, this skill allows the user to spin the wheel of classes.

…

With determination blazing in his eyes, Stark watched as Daniel basked in his victory and reveled in the adoration of the suckers in the crowd.

But Stark refused to let this opportunity slip away. With a newfound skill burning at his fingertips, he knew he had one final chance to turn the tables.

'See, I told you I would get something,' Stark smiled.

"Class Wheel, activate!" he whispered.

And just like that, a giant colorful wheel appeared before him, each of its ten sections representing a class within this world, ranging from archer, to soul wielder to even incubus. It seemed to beckon to Stark, waiting for him to spin it and choose his fate.

Hovering next to the wheel was a pulsing level, adorned with the words "pull me" in bold letters.

'Welp, here goes nothing,' Stark smiled and raised his injured arm to pull the lever down.

~SPIN~

As the wheel began to spin, Stark looked up to see what he would get, it was basically like a gambling addiction except it would actually determine his entire future.

The wheel continued to spin, each colorful segment glowing brighter as it passed by, but nobody seemed to notice it, probably since it was only visible to the host.

While spinning, Stark took the time to notice all the classes available.

"Magus, Exorcist, Beast Tamer, Warrior, Archer, Assassin, Soul Wielder, Incubus, Alchemist and… Domination?" he had never read about a class named domination though, making him wonder if it was the ??? one that had little to no information.

A simple red arrow at the top middle of the wheel would determine which class he would be getting.

And after a few seconds… the wheel gradually began to slow down, making the pressure ten times as high.

'Come on… incubus or soul wielder…' he repeated those two classes in his head as it was the ones he really wanted (don't ask him why he wanted incubus).

When the wheel became slow enough for him to actively be able to read the names of the classes, he kept praying.

And after a few seconds…

~Fsssh~

'Oh my god, it's heading toward soul wielder!'

He was calculating the outcome, and by the low speed and position of the sections, it was indeed going to stop on that class.

Agaisn't all odds, the wheel stopped at the edge of soul wielder…

'YES!' he laughed.

But of course, it was Stark, it was a given he wouldn't be lucky.

The wheel had in fact not stopped moving, its speed was just so low it became almost invisible to the naked eye, and so the section moved, resulting in the arrow to move past Soul Wielder and stop at…

'Domination? Seriously?' he was frankly angry, he felt scammed, and wondered if he could get a second spin if he asked nicely enough.

[The host will be able to spin the wheel and unlock a new class once they reach level 25]

':('

[Domination is a good class]

':D'

Not wanting to waste any seconds, Stark decided to check his class description, making sure Daniel was still paying attention only to the crowd.

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[Class: Domination]

[Description:] Each class has their strength and weaknesses, but this one is called 'domination' thanks to its ability, with enough training, to absolutely dominate all others, the rarest class of them all, but also the strongest.

[Class Effect:] Your life will become a living hell.

[Class Flaw:] The Domination Trial.

[Class Weapon:] Fists and Magic.

[Basic Skills:] Focus; Domination

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'Thank you for the explanation my man, I understood absolutely NOTHING!' Stark nodded, still kneeling on the ground, but reading informations about his class made him realize he had also acquired two new skills.

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[Skill: Focus]

[Type:] Basic Class Skill

[Level:] 1

[Description:] Increases the user's concentration and focus, allowing them to perform tasks more efficiently and with increased control, time seems to move in your favor.

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[Skill: Domination]

[Type:] Basic Class Skill

[Level:] 1

[Description:] Ability to perfectly control the user's aura and use it to attack relentlessly, the amount of damage dealt to the opponent is completely based on the amount of aura used (it increases with level).

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Even though Stark had no idea what any of these skills meant, he knew he had to try them out.

'Domination!'

He closed his eyes, and as soon as the skill activated, he felt a strange flow of aura around his body.

Without wasting any time, he subconsciously put his available aura around his hands and feet, a crimson light now radiating outwards in waves around them, then dashed toward Daniel, his speed now immensely increased from that.

Daniel, who was still basking in his victory, suddenly felt a shiver down his spine as if someone had just walked over his grave.

But he didn't even have the time to turn back that something hit his head with full force: it was Stark's fist.

"-827!" this number arose above Daniel's head as he fell face first to the ground, indicating the amount of damage he had taken from his available 1250 HP.

Stark had just taken two-thirds of his life from this singular attack.