I was stuck.
A whole year of hunting, stalking, and wiping out every ant colony, termite mound, and rat nest I could find… and all I had gained were two levels.
Two.
From Level 6 to Level 8.
And the second one came after I wrestled a rat the size of a house cat in the old storage barn ripped the little beast in half with my bare hands. All I got was a faint internal warmth, and then… nothing, and here i was hoping for two level ups.
"So… the curve is real. Ten times the XP every level. I'm paying the price for my power now."
According to my theory, getting to Level 9 would require a billion XP.It would take me years to get that by killing vermin.I needed a new path.
I sat one afternoon on a fencepost, watching the village blacksmith hammer away in his little forge banging red-hot iron into shape, sweat pouring down his arms, rhythm steady as thunder.That's when the thought struck me:
"This world doesn't rely solely on combat experience."
"It has classes."
Combat and job classes. Adventurers, farmers, carpenters, priests even maids. Everyone who worked, trained, or studied long enough gained levels.
Job Classes.
That was the key.
In this world, the average village farmer had something like Farmer Lv 4. If I could dabble in a dozen professions, mastering each just enough to earn a few levels...
"I may be the weakest Level 100… but I'd be a Level 100."
And in the New World, that meant something. There were only a handful of people above Level 60 in the entire continent. Even a weak Level 100 would rank in the Top 20 strongest people alive possibly Top 10 depending on build and gear.
"All I have to do… is everything."
The first class was obvious.
My mother, Mirna, was out near the garden kneeling beside the cabbages, humming a gentle tune as she worked a hand tiller through the soil. She didn't notice me at first, not until I walked up behind her my little shadow falling across the roots.
"Mama," I said, serious. "I want to help."
She turned, surprised. I had always been quiet. Strange, even. But now I was speaking with purpose.
"Oh, love… You can play near the garden, but you're too little to work the fields."
"I'm strong."
"You are, sweetling. But not that strong"
I grabbed the heavy iron hoe she was using. It was about two-thirds my height, meant for grown adults. She reached to stop me, thinking I'd drop it.
But I didn't.
I lifted it easily. One-handed.
Her eyes widened. I could see it in her face the reality setting in. I wasn't just strong. I was inhumanly strong.
"Tomas!" she yelled toward the house. "Come see what our son is doing!"
A moment later, my father came jogging up with a half-carved beam in one hand.
"What's wrong?" he called, then stopped when he saw me swinging the hoe like it weighed nothing.
"He just lifted it," my mother whispered. "Like it was a stick."
"...By the 4 gods."
They both knelt beside me, staring into my eyes.
"Ren," my father said slowly, "How long have you been this strong?"
I looked him dead in the eye.
"A while. I want to help. I want to work."
There was silence.
Then a sigh.
Then unexpectedly a smile from him.
"Alright then, my little ox. You want to farm? I'll show you how to till proper rows."
That was the start of it. I worked the field every day after that. At first, they gave me small tasks clearing rocks, carrying water, stacking seed bags. But I pushed for more. I mimicked their movements. I memorized the patterns. I studied soil, spacing, fertilizer mix. I even learned how to check crop health by leaf color. And a week later… I felt it.
A flicker. Just a spark.
I grinned.
"One down… ninety-one to go."
I kept my strength hidden in front of the other villagers. My parents didn't tell anyone. They thought it was some kind of gift or maybe a blessing from the gods. But I knew better.
I wasn't blessed don't be silly.
I was leveling up.
And someday… this world would remember Ren, not as a warrior or a king…
As a person who survive one hit form The Sorcerer King Ainz ooal gown.
[REN INFO CARD]
vermin killer: 8/15 (do 80% more damage to all vermin)
Farmer:1/15 ( 10% chance of a better hardvest)