Turns out all you need to do is think about it, super intuitive, this must be related to magic.
It looked like an rpg character sheet opened up in his mind, it asked him to confirm his base class based on his experience...
Hmm limited selection, Human Warrior it is haha, he thought to himself.
[Warrior selected]
Boom, he immediately felt a bit taller and a lot stronger. Damn what is this drug, he glanced at his stat screen.
Big Increases to his Health, Strength and Stamina… ooh he also got a perk
[Warrior Legacy - You were born and bred to be a Warrior, you have an innate bonus over all melee weapons. You have increased experience gain with every melee kill. Your extensive training increases your damage mitigation and increases the capability of your offensive skills]
With 0 reference as to how much his perk increased his abilities, he just saw it as a generic bonus. But what caught his attention was the mention of Skills, just as he thought it, a skills tab showed up. He only had 2 abilities, I guess it's fair for a level 1 warrior.
[Bloodrush - Blood surges through your body. Your reaction speed is faster, You attack faster, your attacks are stronger. You become hyper focused, pain is partially ignored. Lasts until Stamina is depleted or Cancelled]
Hmmm…. hmmmm … nice, and the second one.
[Vanguard Charge - You are the first to engage in combat and last to leave. Your movement speed vastly increases as you rush towards your opponent, doing increased damage upon impact, cannot be used to run away]
Hmmm, man these were really aggressive abilities. In his old life, the entire goal was to always maximize efficiency and take as little damage as possible to keep on to the next fight. With no healing abilities he had to be careful before using them. But adapting to new situations as they arise, was what he was trained for.
While he was zoned out checking his new skills and attributes out, he remembered he was standing in a clearing with 4 dead people… are Orcs and Goblins considered people? Who cares, he had his primary suspects.
Aside from the axe and the loincloth the Orc had nothing else on him, meanwhile the goblin in charge must have been doing this a lot because he had another sack of copper coins on him, a couple coins were even Silver. The silver coins had the same castle and then a picture of some woman on the other side, either royalty or some goddess they worshipped… Maybe it was the deity that punished him.
Did all goblins carry this much cash on their person at all times? If they're stealing and murdering for it, maybe it was moral to kill them and take their money? He was ninety nine percent over killing the Two orphaned children.
He decided to leave the scene as is, in case they wanted to verify his story.
He was going to take a drink from the lake before heading back, but remembering there were at least four rotting goblins in the vicinity, he would savour the thought of Kadrin's shitty, slightly colder than room temperature beer.
As he looked into the lake, he was shocked, he didn't really look 18 anymore. The transformation was significant, he looked like he gained almost 10 cm of height, almost 190 cm tall he was closer to Orc size now. He also looked like he gained 20 pounds of muscle to fill out his new form.
His linen clothes he came here with, looked like hand me downs. His midriff was exposed because the shirt was too short, the shoulders and arms were incredibly tight in the linen shirt as well. His god damn pants barely covered his calves now…and his sandals… his toes went over the edge and were touching the dirt…
He whistled at himself at how sexy he looked now, took a quick look down his pants and had a big smile. Proportional growth… maybe his penis would never stop growing as long as he kept getting stronger… The thought made him laugh out loud.
Orcs used larger axes than humans, so he was expecting to put in a bit of effort to lift it up but ended up being able to swing the axe with one hand. Hahaha, what the hell is this? It's so easy to get strong in this world.
Maro didn't realize that it was his decades of martial experience and physical conditioning that affected the outcome of his level up.
With a smile on his face, axe over his shoulder and a pocket full of cash, he whistled his way back to the inn. Stumbling across cannibals was a very fortunate outcome, thankfully the guards were too lazy to investigate missing goblins. Another good day in the life of Maro.
It was near the end of the evening rush at kadrin's place, and everyone was staring at the tall human wearing children's clothes… Kadrin almost didn't recognize him, but Kadrin was the first to realize what happened. He quickly pulled him into the kitchen.
"If I wasn't over 300 years old, I would not have believed it… Which damn god did you pray to, to unlock a class, and such strong results too, maybe I could try too"
Kadrin was still looking him up and down, mainly up though as Kadrin was a Dwarf.
"Definitely wasn't a Dirty Green Goblin god, hahaha"
Kadrin spit on his floor again and then laughed his butt off
Apparently, unlocking a class was extremely rare and difficult to do, only a fraction of a fraction of the population would ever get a prompt and it would be after years and years of study and practice. Having a perk was even rarer, it meant complete devotion to your class. Less than 1% of people who got a class inherited a perk.
Kadrin let his staff take over the rest of the service and he brought 2 beers to a small table in the back.
Impatiently, Kadrin asked what went down with his level up and his investigation. As Maro recounted his day, Kadrin looked absolutely ecstatic, didn't even say 'green fucking shit stain" once.
"You know what you did, you killed Gron, the biggest asshole Orc around here I have ever met, just blatantly takes stuff and no one confronts him cause he kills you and then says it was an Orcish honor duel. The goblin though, I can't tell those ugly fucks apart and both Orcs and Goblins resort to cannablism when they are even mildly hungry. They would eat us too but, at least that's still not allowed"
Focusing on the Honor duels "How come Gron wasn't arrested or chased out for killing people under the pretense of a duel"
"Its enshrined into law by the council…fucking dumb ass Orc "tradition", first of all Orcs have no honor, they fight whenever they feel like it. And two, only they can challenge, no other race can challenge someone to an honor duel to the death due to Cultural appropriation"
Kadrin continued after taking a long gulp of beer
"Mostly they just fight whoever is in their vicinity when they get angry and that usually happens to other Orcs and Goblins as they intermingle in Tribes. Weird dynamic they have, Goblins are devious and smarter than Orcs, always trying to manipulate them, but they still have to be careful as there have been many instances of Orcs ripping a Goblins head off at the smallest slight"
"So if anyone asks, just claim he attacked you and no one will give it a second thought"
"Kadrin, thank you for the info, I am on my way to the mother of Goblins to update her" Maro gave Kadrin a wink as he made a 'big boobs' gesture on his chest.
Kadrin laughed, snorted and spit on the floor.
Maro felt bad for whoever cleaned the floors, but then again, quickly glancing at the floor, I don't think anyone cleans it.