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Mage Level 1 (New)
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I sat back in my chair, stunned. I had been mentally preparing myself for a long, arduous grind to level up the Scholar job, wondering if it would take ten levels or forty to unlock the secrets of magic. Instead, it happened at level one. As I stared at the shimmering text, I recalled a snippet of lore I’d heard back in the Kingdom: certain races, like the high elves, were said to possess a natural affinity for magic, allowing them to acquire the Mage job almost as soon as they could read a basic spellbook.
At the time, that information seemed useless to a human, but looking at my current parameters, the logic finally clicked. Different races in this world possess different baseline stats. Elves clearly have a higher innate Intelligence than humans or beastkin. Therefore, the system doesn't just check for a specific job level; it checks for a stat threshold. Because my Intelligence is currently well over 10, I bypassed the grind entirely. The system recognized me as a viable candidate for magic the second I became a "Scholar."
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Mage:
- A rare job that even nobles look for.
- Intelligence increase (large)
- Wisdom increase (small)
- Sense increase (minor)
Skill: Elemental Magic
- Grants the ability to manifest the four primary elements (Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth) for offensive or defensive purposes (e.g., Elemental Balls or Walls).
- Skill cost = 10 mana
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The stat profile was exactly what I expected from a pure caster. There isn’t a single physical buff in the list, but the "Large" Intelligence increase is staggering—a 75% boost even before accounting for the job’s level. For a merchant like me who relies on mana-heavy skills like Warp and Advent to move goods across borders, this Intelligence spike is as valuable as a mountain of gold.
There were so many variables to consider now—new ways to distribute my points, new job synergies to test, and the terrifying potential of the Job Collector job. However, the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to me. I decided to put off the final configuration until tomorrow morning, before I set out for the dungeon. I needed to relax. I stood up, stripped off my heavy steel breastplate and greaves, and changed into a light, casual tunic.
Knock… Knock, knock!
The sound was hesitant at first—a single, soft tap that barely carried through the wood. Then, as if the person on the other side had suddenly found their resolve, two much stronger knocks followed.
I glanced at the clock. It was late. Since Woya and Wyn had moved in, they had never approached my room this far past sunset, except on the first day. If they were having a problem with the house or their supplies, they would usually wait until morning. If it was for the same reason they had visited me on that first night… well, I had a suspicion.
“Come on in!” I called out, my voice loud enough to penetrate the door.
Creeeaaaakk! Tump.
The door swung open slowly, the hinges groaning slightly, before closing with a soft, decisive thud.
Standing there, framed by the shadows of the hallway before she stepped into the lamplight, was Wyn. She was alone. I had expected both of them, or perhaps just Woya, since she had always been the more expressive of the two and had warmed up to me much faster. But it was Wyn who stood before me now, and she looked... different.
The fierce, energetic hunter I saw in the courtyard every morning was gone, replaced by someone who radiated a soft, feminine charm I hadn't noticed before. She was dressed in the thin, silk nightdress we had bought at Pinkdolls. The pale fabric caught the amber light of the room, highlighting the curves of her fit, athletic body.
We stared at each other for a long moment. Neither of us spoke. I took the time to observe her. Her expression was shy, her hands interlocked in front of her as her fingers twisted together nervously. Her toes were quivering against the wooden floorboards, and her pointy brown ears were swaying back and forth. Her tail, however, was wagging with a rhythmic intensity that betrayed a secret happiness.
I haven’t had much experience with women since arriving in this world—my brief time with Fadeline was too short to count for much—but even without a high Sense stat, her feelings were obvious. Between my life on Earth and the raw honesty of a beastkin’s body language, I knew exactly why she was here.
“...Master…” she whispered eventually.
“...Yes?” I replied, my voice calm.
“...Master, thank you. And... I’m sorry for what happened today.”
She seemed to be choosing her words with extreme care, her head bowed slightly.
“I understand why you’re thankful,” I said, leaning back against my desk. “I was protecting my property. But what are you apologizing for?”
“Because you were so angry,” she said, finally looking up at me. “You were furious that we didn't defend ourselves. I didn't fully understand everything you shouted in the market, but I could feel that it was important to you. I felt like we had disappointed you.”
“...Yeah, it was important,” I admitted, my voice dropping an octave. “It’s not that I have no interest in your bodies—I’m a man, after all. But I didn’t want to force you. I wanted it to be something we both enjoyed. So, when I saw some random bastard trying to put his hands on what I’ve been deliberately holding back from touching... and then I saw you two just standing there, letting him do it... It pissed me off.”
Wyn looked taken aback, her eyes widening at my bluntness. A shadow of sadness crossed her face.
“...I am sorry, master. We weren't thinking straight. We were just... afraid of causing trouble for you.” She paused, her tail going still. “I’ve been thinking about how you’ve treated us. Because of you, Woya and I weren't separated. You haven’t been harsh. You’ve let us live in this house as if it were our own home. We were so afraid of being sold to someone who would break us, so I was grateful. But…”
She took a step closer, her voice gaining a new, firm quality.
“...In the end, we are still your slaves. We are your property. I know you want to use us, and I know you intend to take us to your bed. I was okay with that because you were a good master. But after today... I saw that you weren't just looking at us as property. You were looking at us as your women. And... I’m not okay with waiting anymore. I want this, master. I want you to allow me into your bed. Please... let me be with you tonight.”
She reached up, her fingers trembling only slightly as she pulled the thin strings of the nightdress from her shoulders. She let them go, and the silk fabric slithered down her body, pooling in a soft heap at her feet. She stood there, completely naked in the warm glow of the lamp, her gaze steady and resolute.
I was impressed. For a slave to speak so boldly to her master—to voice her inner desires and demand a shift in the relationship—was a massive risk. But I liked it. I didn't want a pair of mindless dolls; I wanted a partnership, even if the legal reality said otherwise. We were going to be together for a long time.
“...I…”
KNOCK, KNOCK!
The door was struck twice, much more forcefully than before.
There was no mistaking that frantic energy. Woya had arrived. I looked at Wyn, who hadn't moved to cover herself.
“...Wyn, aren’t you going to get dressed?” I asked.
“No, master,” she said boldly, her chin tilting up. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m sure Woya already knows why I’m here anyway. So, please... do as you like.”
“...Alright then. Come in!” I called out.
The door flew open and shut with a quick Creak-Tump! Woya stood there, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She marched toward us, her eyes darting between her naked sister and me. Her face was a mask of tense resolution, though the second she fully processed Wyn’s state, her skin turned a shade of crimson that seemed almost impossible. She didn't look away, though. She kept her eyes on me, even as they began to well up with tears.
“M-master! Me too!” she cried out, her voice cracking. “I want to serve you, too!”
I looked at the two of them—the proud, defiant hunter and the weeping, desperate cook—and I couldn't help but smirk. This was the sincerity I had been waiting for. They weren't just submitting to an owner; they were choosing me.
“...Hahaha, you two are adorable,” I laughed, my expression shifting as I let the "starved beast" within finally take the reins. “Fine. Woya... strip!”
“Hic-c! M-master!” she squeaked, instinctively taking a half-step back.
“I said strip,” I repeated, my voice firm and uncompromising. “Or get out.”
“N-no! No, I’m staying, master! I’ll strip!” she said hastily, her fingers fumbling with the ties of her own nightdress.
Watching her undress was a different kind of entertainment. While Wyn stood proudly, Woya was a mess of shyness, trying to cover herself with her hands even as she shed her clothes. She looked incredibly cute in her vulnerability.
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“Then let’s see just how sincere the two of you really are,” I said, the smirk never leaving my face.
I didn't get much sleep that night. They were both inexperienced and understandably shy at the beginning, but as the hours passed, we began to find a rhythm. I made sure to take things slowly, treating them with a gentleness that prevented their fear from overwhelming them. Eventually, the hesitation faded, replaced by a genuine, shared enjoyment that left us all exhausted.
It was now deep into the night. I was lying in the center of the wide bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. The space was more than large enough for the three of us. Wyn was curled against my right arm, her breathing deep and even, while Woya was draped over my left, her tail occasionally twitching in her sleep. They were completely spent.
In the quiet of the room, with the weight of them against me, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction. I opened the Player Window one last time to finalize the changes I had made in the heat of the moment.
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Player Window
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Name: Han
Sex: Male
Age: 21
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Total Points: 215
Remaining Points: 3
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Reserves:
HP: 329
MP: 136
SP: 166
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Equipped Jobs:
Hero Level 35
Job Collector (Hero, Ascetic Monk)
Mage Level 1
Swordmaster Level 42
Knight Level 42
Adventurer Level 42
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Acquired Jobs:
Villager Level 61
Hunter Level 45
Swordsman Level 55
Warrior Level 55
Dungeon Raider Level 55
Monk Level 60
Hero Level 35
Bandit Level 3
Swordmaster Level 42
Knight Level 42
Assassin Level 10
Adventurer Level 42
Ascetic Monk Level 35
Spearman Level 26
Soldier Level 25
Thief Level 2
Merchant Level 38
Blacksmith Level 35
Herbalist Level 39
Scholar Level 1
Job Collector
Mage Level 1
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The Job Collector class is the ultimate optimization tool. It allows me to bridge the gap between classes that have great skills but poor stats. By setting Hero as the primary (for the massive stat buffs) and Ascetic Monk as the secondary, I gained full access to my high-level healing abilities without sacrificing a single point of physical power.
I placed the Mage job in the third slot. I wanted that "Large" Intelligence boost immediately to fuel my teleportation and trading skills. With this setup, my total job count is now six. My experience skills are holding at levels 14 and 13, and my physical stats have once again climbed higher.
Today was a day of breakthroughs. From unlocking the secrets of the Scholar to the bliss of the night I just shared, everything has aligned. I closed my eyes, the warmth of the two girls in my arms acting as a much better sedative than any potion. I drifted off to sleep with a smirk on my face.
Note: Other acquired jobs are below if you are curious about their details.
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Ascetic Monk:
- An advanced job that uses fists to fight and can use basic healing.
- Strength increase (small)
- Endurance increase (small)
- Vitality increase (small)
- Intelligence increase (small)
- Wisdom increase (small)
Skill: Healing Touch
- Heal 10 hp of the target
- You should touch the target to activate the skill
- Skill cost = 5 mana
Skill: Internal Punch
- Ignore all the defences of outer protection with a bare fist.
- Increase the dealt damage by (10 + 0.2 * level) %
- Skill cost = 20 mana
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Spearman:
- A normal job for a spear-using fighter.
- Strength increase (minor)
- Endurance increase (minor)
- Dexterity increase (small)
Skill: Spear Thrust
- Your spear’s piercing damage doubles for (1 + 0.02 * level)seconds
- Skill cost = 20 mana
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Soldier:
- A normal job for the battlefield.
- Strength increase (minor)
- Endurance increase (small)
- Vitality increase (minor)
Skill: Stand
- You increase your endurance (1 + 0.02 * level) for 20 seconds
- Skill cost = 20 mana
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Thief:
- A basic criminal job. You would be chased by governments.
- Agility increase (minor)
- Dexterity increase (small)
Skill: Dash
- Your agility will increase (2 + 0.04 * level) for 5 seconds.
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Merchant:
- Merchants have a more comfortable but busier lifestyle than average.
- Intelligence increases (minor)
- Wisdom increases (minor)
- Charisma increases (minor)
Skill: Coin Bag
- You can store your coins in an invisible bag.
- Max number of coins that can be stored = (100 + 2 * level)
Skill: Calculate
- You can calculate any transaction instantly.
- Skill cost = 5 mana
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Blacksmith:
- Basic job to create equipment down to steel.
- Strength increase (small)
- Dexterity increase (small)
Skill: Create Equipment
- You can create equipment that you created manually before instantaneously.
- Equipment will be of the same quality as the manually created one.
- You can update the equipment with a new one.
- Skill cost = 10 mana
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Herbalist:
- A basic job to collect herbs and make simple medicine.
- Vitality increase (minor)
- Dexterity increase (minor)
- Intelligence increase (minor)
- Wisdom increases (minor)
Skill: Book of Herbs
- You can record information about herbs you collected yourself.
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