Trent sat down, frustrated. He suddenly remembered something. His status.
"Status!"
A holographic screen appeared in front of him. But as soon as he looked at it, his face twisted with annoyance. The screen showed that his class was still loading.
"Dammit! Why the fuck is it still loading? It's been two days already!" he cursed under his breath.
Turning to the other guys in the room, he asked, "Hey, dude! What's your class?"
The men exchanged awkward glances before one of them answered, "We don't have a class."
Trent blinked, confused. "What? You didn't get a monster class from spinning the wheel so you--"
One of the men shook his head. "Not everyone gets a class, bud. Some people spin the wheel and end up with... nothing."
"That's not good," Trent muttered. He felt the weight of the situation pressing on him harder. Without powers, escaping would be nearly impossible. He looked around, trying to figure out a plan.