"So… this was my class," he thought, staring at the glowing words.
But as he looked around, something felt different.
The tunnel was still dark and wet. Only the faint glow from the magic ore and the small light from the fire torch lit the place. But to him, everything looked clear now.
It was like the darkness didn't exist anymore. Where there was no light, his eyes were filling it in by themselves. Where the torch was bright, his sight was adjusting so it didn't blind him.
His eyes were seeing things they never had before. He didn't know how he was doing it — but it felt natural to him, like breathing.
His face showed happiness and excitement. This was his skill, All Seeing Eyes. But even now, he felt it wasn't showing its full power yet.
When he glanced at the pickaxe in his hand, a glowing red screen floated in front of him:
[Item: Pickaxe]
[Grade: Common]
[Description: Used to gather ore from the mine]
[Physical DMG: 5]
[Durability: 15/15]
[Special Effects: None]
[Scaling: Strength]
[Bonus Set: None]
He stared at it, shocked. "What… is this?".
He waved his hand through it, but nothing happened. It wasn't solid — more like an image burned into his mind. With a thought, he made it vanish. When he focused again, it appeared.
A grin spread across his face. "So I can control it… just by thinking?"
Curious to find out more about this skill, he looked at the fire torch on the wall.
A new screen appeared:
[Item: Fire Torch]
[Grade: Common]
[Magic DMG: 4]
[Description: Burns with steady flame. Used for light.]
[Durability: 15/15]
[Special Effects: Apply Burn on Enemy]
Excitement filled his chest.
He quickly turned his eyes to the glowing ore in the wall.
Another screen flashed:
[Item: Magic Ore]
[Grade: Rare]
[Description: Contains magical energy. Use in crafting magical items.]
His heart was beating fast. Everything he looked at came with details.
It was like the whole world had labels now.
"This… this is crazy," he laughed aloud.
There was so much to take in, and understand about his class but there was no clear answers.
After testing it a bit, he learned a few things — how to call the system, how to hide it, and what his skill, All Seeing Eyes, could do.
But this was only the start.
More questions filled his mind.
"What did stats really mean?"
"What was a shrine?"
"What did scaling do?"
"And why didn't it show any skill yet?"
He had no memories, no idea how to use magic, no clue how to hold a sword, or even how people fought in this world. "Does everyone… have a system? Does everyone have a class?" he wondered, sitting down with his hand on his chin.
Before he could think deeper, a loud bell rang, its echo shaking through the tunnels.
Ding!
Ding!
The slaves around him dropped their tools, moving slow and lifeless. One by one, they walked back toward the empty round big hall. It was the end of their shift.
Down here, no one know if it was day or night. The bell was the only thing that told them when to work and when to rest.
Before going back to their rooms, it was time for dinner. Everyone lined up in silence, waiting for their turn to get food.
The Pit of Death was huge — big enough to feel like a city buried underground. And like any city, it had its own order. But here, order came from power and fear.
The pit was split into many parts, each ruled by a Knight. These weren't normal soldiers. Every Knight here could use Aura — a power far beyond common men.
Aura had levels, and each level was stronger than the last.
Black Aura — the strongest. They said one strike could burn a whole small city.
Red Aura — still terrifying, strong enough to crush an army of a thousand men.
Blue, Golden, Yellow, Silver — each step down, but still stronger than any normal warrior.
White Aura — the first level, when someone just awakened their power. Even they were untouchable to regular soldiers.
Climbing these levels was like reaching for the sky. It take endless time, money, training, and rare materials.
Below the Knights were many soldiers:
Fighters — armed and guarding the tunnels.
Rangers — watching from above, ready to shoot any slave who tried to escape.
Rogues — hidden in the shadows, spying on slaves, reporting any signs of trouble.
Wizards and Spellswords — kept back as backup, used only if a big revolt broke out.
All of these soldiers were led by Leaders, stronger versions of each class.
Above them stood the Aura Knights — the rulers of every area in Pit of Death.
But even the Knights weren't truly free. They all served the nobles of the Empire, the real owners of the Pit of Death and everyone inside it.