Hasya fell silent. The smile on his face vanished instantly. He stared straight ahead with a hollow gaze. His voice grew heavy as he spoke.
"Because he truly possesses three classes."
"Three classes?" Zaefal replied with a tone of disbelief. He leaned his body forward. "How is that even possible? Was he born with three classes at once?"
Hasya shook his head slowly. "No. It wasn't like that."
"When I first met him, Fathir only had one class. He was an Assassin."
Hasya took a long breath. He raised his right hand and held up one finger. "First, he has the full power of an Assassin at the maximum level."
Hasya raised a second finger. "Second, he has the power of a Void type Hunter at level two hundred."
Hasya then showed a third finger. His face showed a momentary expression of horror. "And third, he has the power of a Mage at level one hundred and thirty."
