Fritz woke up to sunlight streaming through tall windows and the gentle sound of skill points accumulating.
**[DING! +1 Skill Point acquired]**
**[Current Balance: 86,847 SP]**
He blinked at the number. A full day had passed while he slept, and now he had over eighty-six thousand skill points just sitting there, waiting to be spent.
The door creaked open, and his mother entered carrying a breakfast tray. Elena Everhart looked much less worried than yesterday, though concern still lingered in her amber eyes.
"Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"
"Better," Fritz said, surprised by how much stronger his voice sounded. "Much better."
Elena smiled as she set the tray on his bedside table. "I'm so glad. Your father wants to speak with you after breakfast, but there's no rush. Take your time."
Fritz nodded and picked at the food. It was simple but well-prepared bread, eggs, and some kind of fruit he didn't recognize. Infinitely better than instant ramen, though that wasn't saying much.
As he ate, memories continued surfacing. Fragments of his life as Fritz Everhart, third son of Duke Aldric. A sickly child who'd never shown magical talent. Who'd collapsed during basic sword training just a week ago and nearly died from fever.
The original Fritz had been weak. Disappointing. A burden on his noble family.
But that Fritz was gone now, and the new one had 86,000+ skill points burning a hole in his pocket.
**[DING! +1 Skill Point acquired]**
**[Current Balance: 86,848 SP]**
After finishing breakfast, Fritz decided it was time to explore this skill system properly. The moment he focused on the counter, a larger window materialized.
**[SKILL POINT SHOP]**
**[Current Balance: 86,851 SP]**
**[Search Skills...]**
The shop was massive. Thousands upon thousands of skills organized into categories. Fritz scrolled through them, his eyes widening at the sheer scope:
**[COMBAT CLASSES]**
- Warrior: 10,000 SP
- Knight: 15,000 SP
- Berserker: 12,000 SP
- Assassin: 18,000 SP
- Monk: 14,000 SP
**[MAGIC CLASSES]**
- Fire Mage: 20,000 SP
- Ice Mage: 20,000 SP
- Lightning Mage: 22,000 SP
- Healer: 25,000 SP
- Necromancer: 35,000 SP
**[HYBRID CLASSES]**
- Spellsword: 30,000 SP
- Battle Mage: 28,000 SP
- Arcane Warrior: 32,000 SP
- Martial Sorcerer: 40,000 SP
And the list kept going. Legendary classes, forbidden arts, divine techniques, everything imaginable. With his current balance, he could afford multiple basic classes right now.
A knock at the door interrupted his browsing. Duke Aldric entered, looking every inch the nobleman with his perfectly groomed appearance and confident bearing.
"Fritz. I'm glad to see you looking better." His father's voice was kind but carried an undertone of concern. "We need to discuss your future."
"My future?" Fritz asked, quickly dismissing the skill windows.
Aldric sat in the chair beside the bed, his expression serious. "The healers have confirmed what we feared. Your mana channels are severely damaged. Traditional magic will be... difficult, if not impossible for you."
Fritz nodded, trying to look appropriately disappointed while internally celebrating his low-expectation cover story.
"However," his father continued, "that doesn't mean you're without options. Your brothers Marcus and Roderick excel at magic and traditional swordsmanship respectively. But there are other paths. Scholarship. Administration. Diplomacy."
The way Aldric said it made it clear these were consolation prizes. Careers for the magically deficient.
"Maybe I can't use magic," Fritz said quietly, staring at his hands, "but... I still want to try training. Combat training, I mean."
His father's eyebrows rose slightly. "Fritz, you collapsed during basic sword practice. Your body isn't built for warfare."
"I know I'm weak," Fritz admitted, his voice small. "But maybe there are other ways to fight. Ways that don't need perfect mana channels."
Aldric was quiet for a long moment, studying his son's face. There was something different about Fritz today. Less of the defeated acceptance he'd shown before his illness.
"There are... alternative combat styles," his father said slowly. "Monastery training. Ki cultivation. Eastern martial arts. But they're considered... less prestigious than proper magic and swordsmanship. And they require incredible dedication."
"I don't mind," Fritz said. "I just want to try."
**[DING! +1 Skill Point acquired]**
**[Current Balance: 86,924 SP]**
Aldric stared at him for a long moment, then slowly nodded. "If you're truly determined, I suppose we could arrange for some basic training. There's a monastery in the capital that teaches alternative combat arts. Nothing too strenuous, mind you."
"Thank you, father."
After Aldric left, Fritz immediately returned to the skill shop. If he was going to become strong, he needed to understand all his options.
He could buy everything. Every single class, every skill, every technique. The system didn't seem to have restrictions on what he could learn.
Traditional mage? Sure, for 20,000 SP each element.
Master swordsman? 50,000 SP for the complete class.
Legendary monk techniques? 75,000 SP.
But what really caught his attention was something at the bottom of the Hybrid section:
[UNIQUE CLASS AVAILABLE]
[Omnimancer - Master of All Arts: 1,000,000 SP]
[Prerequisites: Must possess at least 20 different base classes]
[Warning: This class transcends normal limitations]
Fritz's eyes went wide. A million skill points for a class that mastered everything. And he was generating 86,400 points per day.
He could have it in less than a month.
But for now, he'd start smaller. Build a foundation.
[Purchase: Monk Class - 14,000 SP]
Knowledge flooded his mind instantly. Suddenly, Fritz understood martial arts forms, breathing techniques, pressure points, and energy circulation. His body felt different too, more balanced and aware.
[Purchase: Fire Mage Class - 20,000 SP]
Despite his "damaged" mana channels, magical knowledge poured into him. He understood spellcasting theory, elemental manipulation, and arcane formulas. Somehow, the skill system bypassed his physical limitations entirely.
[Purchase: Warrior Class - 10,000 SP]
Combat instincts awakened. Weapon techniques, battle tactics, physical conditioning methods. His weak body suddenly felt capable of so much more.
[Current Balance: 42,924 SP]
Fritz clenched his fists, feeling the incredible changes. He had just purchased three complete combat classes in minutes. Skills that should have taken decades to master were now permanently etched into his mind and muscle memory.
This wasn't just a cheat system. This was reality-breaking power.
Tomorrow, he would begin his "training" at the monastery. While everyone expected him to struggle with basic meditation and simple forms, he would already be operating at master-level in multiple disciplines.
The disappointment was about to shatter every expectation.
[STATUS UPDATE]
[Fritz Everhart - Age 12]
[SP Balance: 42,924 SP]
[Classes Unlocked: Monk, Fire Mage, Warrior]
[Progress toward Omnimancer: 3/20 base classes]