[Class System Integrating…%]
[Class System Integrated Successfully!]
[Processing compatible Classes…%]
[Host has successfully obtained the SSRank class 'Witcher'!]
The articulate voice of a young female resonated in his head, accompanied by the virtual systemic display.
"SSRank?" Felix mused, still gasping for air after just being pulled out of the water by the Priestess, who never let go of him in the first place.
He realized it was all a vision of some sort.
But he couldn't shake off the weird feeling he had from the moment he was pulled out. He felt heavier, specifically on his head and chest area.
His hand subconsciously moved to massage his chest area, when it came in contact with a soft mound. A pair of them, as a matter of fact.
"Huh?" He curiously looked down, not knowing what to think of it.
Right there and then, on the chest he'd worked his ass off since he learned what a Sage was, was a pair of… what? A pair of boobs?!
His brain went blank for the moment.
"Eughh~!!!" Felix shrieked in disgust. "Get off me!" He began trying to rub off the fleshy mounds on his chest to no avail.
He quickly turned to the Priestess for help, and for some reason, he could now see through her black veil and at her face, which had the least of expressions he wished to see, as he very clearly saw her mouth a, "What the fuck?"
"What the fuck?!"
That was when he also noticed the wet strand of hair stuck on his face. And it was white! Felix had come here with a clean, low haircut, so close to being called bald. And it was black!
He grabbed a handful of the silky white hair and shoved them in his face to get a better look at it. And it smelled good too!
"Just what the hell was going on?" Felix mused in disbelief.
He suddenly remembered something vital. His hands instinctively flew to his crotch area to see if his 'six inches' were still intact, but fortunately—or unfortunately—it was gone. Replaced by the direct opposite.
All his life he wanted to be a Sage. He had dreamt of this moment each and every time he closed his eyes, only to get screwed over now by the world's '12 inches' ahh warhead.
"W—What is your class?" The Priestess spoke for the first time.
Felix shot her a glare. He didn't feel like replying, but still did anyways. "Witcher… SSRank," he said grudgingly.
"Ahh… I see." The Priestess nodded in understanding.
"I don't know if the Sage had mentioned this, but upon acquisition of a class, alterations to the mind and body are inevitable. This is even more so for classes above the ARank, just like yours, which is an SSRank.
"There are nine tiers of ranks for the class system, ranging from FRank—the weakest—all the way up to SSSRank—which is the strongest and most rare. And as you may know, the term 'witch' is usually associated with females, coupled with the rarity of your class… if you know where I'm going." The Priestess took her time to give an explanation to his case.
"Then why wasn't the class just given to a more compatible candidate, preferably a female?" He inquired.
"Because it was tailored—or in a more specific term, drawn to you."
"The snake?" He blurted, as the pieces were starting to fall into place with the Priestess's subtle nod at his direction of thoughts.
It all made sense to him now. Not complete sense, just a little.
This was indeed a very troublesome inconvenience for him. He wasn't all that bothered with being a woman if it came with the perks of the highest class tier there was.
He was set for a path of immortality if he played his cards right, and even if he were to return to Earth this minute, no one would really care if he was a man turned woman. Heck, they'd run over themselves just to get a picture of him to frame on their bedroom walls and jerk off to it.
Felix was feeling motivated.
Though all his daydreams of having brothers in arms who he'd vanquish the dark creatures of Vastoria with had to go down the drain, as who should he now roll with between both genders? Would anyone even want to team up with a… with him?
He scratched his head in frustration.
Sighing in resignation, he bid the Priestess farewell, as he'd taken up most of the time, and braced himself for the humiliation as he stepped out of the inner chamber.
Hearing the last part of the Sage's words where she said the alterations would be minor and "Nothing serious," Felix was agitated.
"Yeah, this was definitely 'nothing serious'—bitch, take a look at me!"
A collective gasp came from the Sage candidates as soon as they spotted him with his 'new appearance'.
The Sage looked behind to see the cause of the nuisance, and had a blank expression on her face for a moment, before her eyes widened in surprise when the realization dawned on her.
Felix didn't plan to entertain any of it and quietly made his way down the hall.
As he walked past the stunned Sage, she finally got her bearings to announce his class and rank after using the [Appraisal] skill on him.
"Felix Thomasville, SSRank Witcher class!"
Unlike when he had to squeeze his way through when he was called up, this time around as Felix got before the tightly packed candidates, they quickly made way for him like the parting of the Red Sea.
One even poked a finger at his arm to know if he was for real, which got them a smack in the head by one of the female candidates.
For some strange reason, Felix didn't feel as humiliated as he thought he'd feel right at this moment for someone who got nervous easily. It felt more like he was shy of the attention than anything else.
And one other thing he'd noticed was him cussing at the Sage. Even though he didn't call her a bitch out loud, he wasn't one to cuss even under extreme pressure.
What the hell was going on?