Micheal stood on the throne platform, his face carefully hidden behind Fate's Mask. He could already see a number of people in the crowd staring at him intently as though trying to see past the mask. Good luck with that… Micheal merely scoffed. He shifted his attention back to Devon, Mia, Khalid, Josh and Dan. Their backs were lacerated and mangled due to the way he had whipped them on the way here. Seeing them trying to hide their faces from the onlookers made him grin.So many times… so many damn times when you bastards dragged me around the corridors of that damned academy in my underwear. This is the beginning of the torment I will put you all through. You will regret ever being born into this world… Micheal thought as he calmly took his seat on the golden throne.Then, his voice boomed far and wide, “Ladies and gentlemen. Powerful hunters of this accursed tower. I want to introduce you to five certain individuals. Don't be fooled. These bastards who kneel before you all are som

The night was still. A cold breeze wafted across the open courtyard as the moonlight illuminated Micheal's grim expression. He stared at the woman standing in front of him, arms folded. “How did you know?” He asked. Desiree took a step back, feeling a sense of fear at Micheal's sudden switch in demeanor. She quickly said, “Wait, before you get any dangerous thoughts, I promise that your secret is safe with me, okay?! My lips are sealed.”Micheal stared at her for a few seconds. “How did you know?” He repeated the question. Desiree chuckled wryly and scratched the back of her neck. She answered without holding anything back, “I have a skill. It's called the Eye of Prying. It allows me to see through things. Although, the ability doesn't work when the barrier I'm trying to see through is too vast or too thick. It also doesn't work when the item has been enchanted to prevent prying. Like that mask of yours.”Micheal's eyes narrowed slightly. Desiree, meanwhile, continued. “The restr

“My class is Pariah.”Micheal's voice contained a firmness that made the others realize that he was being serious. Cassandra and Amy exchanged looks, the former being particularly surprised. The lady had initially believed Micheal to be from the Phantom class, like her, due to his possession of Sharia’s Blade. However, after seeing how he fought with that Regal-grade greatsword, she began thinking that he was a Paladin. Who would've thought that he wasn't from any of those classes? In fact, he wasn't from any of the known classes. Darrion was the first to speak out. He said as he scratched the tip of his nose, “Pariah? That's not among the list of classes people possess.”Desiree shook her head. “We can't be sure about the complete list. What if the class is simply so rare that we haven't seen anyone with it, up until now?”“That's true, too.” Darrion agreed with a nod. He then asked with a hint of excitement, “Well, what kind of skills come with such a class?”Amy and Cassandra w

Desiree seemed particularly interested in Darrion’s skill-set. She leaned forward slightly, eyes wide with curiosity as the young man spoke. Darrion gestured to Micheal. “As I explained to you that day, every Blacksmith is granted a conceptual workshop by the system as a first skill. It's within that workshop that we are able to craft all items, before directly drawing it into our inventory.”The boy nodded, urging him to continue. “As for my second skill, it's called ‘Ore Golem.’”“Ore Golem?” Cassandra and Amy said simultaneously. “That's a rather uncanny name.”Darrion chuckled. “It is. What it does is give me something like a handy Golem that produces a certain amount of precious ores every hour. However, I have to feed the Golem Moonstones before it can work.”“Ohhh,” Desiree nodded in enlightenment. She laughed softly and said, “The skills can be so vastly different depending on the class.”“Right?” Micheal agreed. “I never would've expected that such a skill could exist.”“Th

After the lady left the office, the broad shoulder man, Devon’s father, slumped in his chair. He pressed both palms to his face, groaning to release all the frustration he had been bottling.“Devon, this is going to cost me a lot.” He growled, fingers clenching down on his face so much that he left reddish bruises on his skin. After a moment of thinking of his next course of action, the man slowly sat up, stepped out of the council room and said to one of his guards. “I'm leaving for the day. Cease all affairs for now.”“Yes, my lord!” The guard saluted. Devon’s father nodded with satisfaction and left the villa that functioned as his office. Accompanied by two of his personal bodyguards, he made his way around the estate to the main mansion. The Robinson estate was one of the largest, featuring magnificent structures around its expanse. It was five times more elegant than that of a certain teenager's, speaking volumes of the man's wealth.Wealth that he had garnered by engaging in