The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 12: Chapter 10: Memories of Having Been

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Chapter 10 Memories Of Having Been Class Options Available! Congratulations! You have unlocked Adventurer class options! Please select from the following! Barbarian An unarmored fighter that enters into a berserker rage Divine Knight A tank of a warrior who offers healing and judgment Druid A staff wielding nature skill user with taming abilities Elementalist Elemental skill specialist weak in melee, but with high damage output Ranger Utilizes a wide range of survival and combat skills Thief Sneaky hands and feet, unique stealth and poison abilities Warrior Able to use any weapon and armor, well rounded combatant Nik ignored the messages, while he checked to make sure Ryan was safe. His hood was still purring, that seemed a good enough sign if nothing else. He went ahead and looked at the barrage of words on his screen as the voice described the choices he had displayed before him. It was a lot to take in. Not just the classes, but the fact that it said, “Adventurer” specifically. In the end, he decided to hold off on the decision and consult his mentor. He also had a quest that he might be able to complete now that he was thinking about it. He hadn’t hunted anything at all, but he could still try to loot an enemy that he had killed. He was about to go collect his spear, when Pearl said, “Oh, are you done staring off into the distance already? I assume you were looking at your system thing?” “Can’t I just look off into the woods in peace?” he said in jest, and got a mocking, tired expression from Pearl in return. He laughed in a poor attempt to veil his worry in humor. “Yes, it was the system. I leveled up again. I still have a quest to loot a creature that I’ve killed. So, let me work on doing that and then we’ll have a bit to talk about with the level up,” said Nik. “Fine, but we should try not to tarry for too long,” she replied as her wary eyes scanned the forest. Grabbing up his spear, he returned to the segmented beetle and stabbed at the place where one of the legs was attached. It did not work as well as he had hoped. Pearl watched on as he made puncture after puncture around the base of the limb, doing a terrible job of separating it. Eventually, he gave up and used a Wind Slice to finish the job. He picked up the severed insect leg and inspected it. He waited for any sign from the system to announce that he had looted something. Nothing happened. Huh, well maybe it did want me to go hunt something , he thought. DING! Nik dropped the bramblestag limb as that cursed bell rang out again. Quest Succeeded! Congratulations! Experience gained 25! Feature Gained: Inventory access granted. You can now store items in a personal pocket space. Congratulations! You can put your pouch in a pocket. Maybe even keep your gear this time! XP 45 of 400 to Level 4 Okay, that’s... something… My intelligence increases and this system still makes no sense. I guess this means it’s time to consult a faery , he thought to himself. “So, this is gonna be a lot to sort through,” Nik said in Pearl’s direction. He had an idea before moving to join her, though. He placed a hand on the limbless center chunk of the broken beetle and thought, Inventory . One of the boxes that had always contained text popped into existence. Except this time it just contained a series of squares. He thought about placing the hunk of shell and flesh into the first slot, and it vanished from under his hand. There was now a strange phantom image of the item filling a square in his inventory screen. Pearl hadn’t seen, she was still keeping an eye out to the trees. He did the same for the severed leg before moving to stand next to where she hovered. “We have a lot to talk about this time. No putting it off and forgetting. It might be a long conversation, but we need to have it,” he told her, a slight quiver trying to sneak its way into his voice. She rolled her eyes and replied, “Stop it. You are only prefacing the conversation to stall. We will speak while we move. Come on.