Chapter 538: Omni Class
It turns out that even Heka’s tree-class verdict almost broke the one down stairs, as I initially feared. It could handle it barely, but normally the artifact screened novice, not monsters.
You learn if you’ve entered a new class from your adventure’s ID, not the Screener.
The receptionists’ artifacts were designed for ordinary applicants—people with ordinary levels of spiritual energy. They weren’t built for people like Heka.
Don’t worry, the spirits I killed in the Screener? They were not sentient in the way you think.
I’d been replaying the moment in my head—the black liquid dripping, the receptionist’s horrified face, the accusation in everyone’s eyes.
Doesn’t make it okay that I murdered them, since if left alone they WILL become sentient: but those were sparks of souls not thick enough to form a single sentient entity.
They were possibility and potential, not actuality.
If they were to even become an intelligent entity, they would have to band together over centuries, mixing and fusing with other lesser spirits until they form a single consciousness.
So I basically wasted healthy sperm cells.
The analogy was crude but accurate—I’d destroyed something that might have become something more, but hadn’t yet.
It wasn’t murder. It was… cosmic prevention. That’s what I told myself, anyway.
I walked towards the new Screener and raised my hand at it. The distance between me and the artifact seemed to stretch, each step deliberate and measured, my shoes making soft sounds against the plush carpet.
I knew it in my gut that this was very different from the others. There was a weight to it, a presence that the previous Screeners had lacked—like the difference between a child’s drawing and a masterpiece painting.
Though, it looked practically the same physically.
The watery surface and shifting colors of blue still prevailed, the same shimmering membrane that had fascinated me.
I glanced at my reflection on the clear glass, and I once again realized that my current form should be arrested for being so blatantly beautiful!
The face that stared back at me was too perfect.
I mean, look at those blue eyes! Are those cat eyes?!
The pupils were slightly elongated, giving my gaze an almost predatory quality that I’d never quite gotten used to.
My soft, light brown hair framed my face in soft waves, catching the light in a way that seemed deliberate. It was the kind of face that made people stop and stare, that made them want to get closer, that made them forget their own names.
Okay, enough narcissism. Let’s be serious now.
I shook off the vanity and focused on the task at hand. I could almost feel the rest of the group’s breath on my neck, waiting in expectation as my hand was raised.
The air was thick with anticipation, so heavy I could taste it.
Yuki’s posture was rigid, her hands clenched at her sides. Even Armstrong and Ivyrine seemed tense, their professional composure cracking just slightly.
Noting that the glass didn’t shatter like the ones below did, I pressed my palm on the lukewarm surface.
The contact was gentle and intimate, and I felt a subtle warmth spreading from the point of contact. It did feel like my sweet Fairy Queen, Titania.
The surface felt like it gave slightly, like pressing into soft clay, and I could feel the artifact responding to my presence, adjusting itself to accommodate my energy.
“…”
“…”
Everyone was silent and gawking at the screen completely focused. The quiet stretched for what felt like hours, broken only by the soft hum of the artifact and the distant sounds of the guild below.
After making a deep vibration that surged through the office, the watery surface shifted in a whirling manner, like it was being somewhat stirred.
The colors swirled faster and faster, forming patterns that I couldn’t quite make sense of.
And the image it gave was something weird. It was something that defied easy description.
According to Armstrong, silver would display a full beautiful moon reflected by waters; Gold would display a bright burning sun, and the edges of the Screener would turn golden orange in its waves.
And Star class… This was unusual for a flesh based person like myself to possess.
Possibly, even a literal spirit-turned-fairy like Titania may not read as Star class.
It would display a white blinding light surrounded by a deep void, symbolizing the abnormality of a spiritual entity in a material world, I guess.
But mine was showing something Eric, Yuki, Armstrong, and Ivyrine—the four oldest individuals in the Adventurers Guild—claimed they had never seen before, and thus, had no name to call it.
The image on the Screener was… I didn’t know how to describe it. It was a swirling vortex of colors that didn’t exist in the normal spectrum, shapes that shifted and reformed faster than the eye could follow, patterns that seemed to suggest something without meaning?
“This is… impossible…” Armstrong muttered, his eyes wide with what I felt was fear.
His face had gone pale, his usual commanding presence reduced to a trembling uncertainty. His hand reached out as if to touch the Screener, then stopped just short, as if he was afraid of what would happen if he made contact.
“Darling… I think we should stop…” Ivyrine muttered in her husband’s ear, her monocle fallen off her eye and held by the chain.
Her voice was strained, her green eyes fixed on the swirling image with an expression of profound unease.
“What do we call this, sir?” Eric asked, concerned about my fate. His voice was quiet and reverent, as if he was speaking in a temple.
“We… This will probably never happen again, but for it to show this to us at all, it means someone registered it into the Screener. Either Titania herself, or the Grand Guild Master who founded the organization.” Armstrong’s voice was shaky, his composure crumbling further with each word. “This isn’t something that appears randomly.”
That was a first, juicy, plot twist: it must mean this person would be god-level, this “Grand Guild Master.”
There were forces at work here that I didn’t understand, powers that had been shaping the world for centuries, perhaps millennia. And I was standing at the center of it, my hand pressed against an artifact that was showing something that shouldn’t exist.
However, Armstrong decided to dub it;
“This is not working inside our mortal framework at all; this is whole and lacking nothing; but still holding opposing truths simultaneously; This is boundless, Infinite, and without limits; it is uncorrupted, quintessential, and… primordial. I see, we’ll call it Omni Class.”
Though, he spoke the words slowly, deliberately, as if he was trying to convince himself of their meaning.