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B5—Chapter 62: High-Handed, Annoying, and Definitely Not Fair!
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 09:43:03 +0000 UTCFeeding the castle to my core took four days. The initial heaps of rubble were quickly removed, but when the structure collapsed, the lower walls stubbornly remained intact, along with the foundations. Still, it was much faster than the last time, though I had hoped for a better result. There had to be a way to bring down an entire building in one go.
During the days, I experimented with the tiftaf plant in Al’s greenhouse. Unfortunately, I learned nothing new for the farmers—Flourish bypassed the natural growing process. I cast the spell, and the plant grew. The only downside was that Al had to replenish the soil with some kind of potion afterward. At least I walked away with a box of seeds for myself.
Two days later, I was in my library, going through the books I had learned to read while training my mana channels in Faery, searching for anything on healing. My red light started blinking. It was so unexpected that I actually noticed it.
Huh?!
The message that greeted me was unlike anything I’d ever received. First, there was the presentation. My regular messages appeared on a translucent gray background. Occasionally, unique messages arrived with a festive golden background decorated with runes. This one straddled the line between the two—it was still gray but framed with golden borders and sparse rune decorations.
But the real mind trip was the content:
A Great Truth Revealed—A World Saved!
Through foresight and wisdom, you have altered the course of history. Your warning was not in vain—because of you, countless lives were spared destruction. Nations stood prepared, civilizations endured, and the tides of fate shifted. Few have ever wielded such influence over an entire world.
New Class Unlocked: [Worldseer]
Your voice has carried across realms, shaping destinies and guiding the lost. As a Worldseer, you stand as both a guardian and a visionary, one who perceives the unseen and shields entire civilizations from catastrophe.
Class Perks:
• Global Foresight: You can sense looming calamities on a planetary scale and gain insight into their outcomes.
• Voice of the Planet: Your words hold undeniable authority—warnings and proclamations are more likely to be heeded.
• Weaver of Fate: Your presence subtly influences destiny, increasing the odds of fortunate events and preventing disaster.
• Shield of the World: You can cast protective wards on a grand scale, safeguarding entire regions from destruction.
Note: Due to your unprecedented achievement, the Worldseer Class is offered as a Primary Class without the need to sacrifice an existing one.
Will you step into this new role and bear the weight of a world’s destiny?
Would you like to take the Worldseer Class?
Y/N
The moment I opened the message, a surge of intense worry flared from the connection point in my mind. It sharpened almost instantly, shifting into a firm, unmistakable warning. But there was no force behind it—no threat, no intimidation. This wasn’t a “take it, and we’ll kick your ass” kind of warning.
No, this was different. This was concern.
“Don’t do it, or you’ll regret it.”
The sheer intensity of both sensations—the worry and the warning—slammed into me so hard that I swayed on my feet, dizzy.
I grabbed the wall to steady myself, shaking my head to clear the dizziness. It took a while, but eventually, everything settled. The connection in my mind was still active—waiting. At least it had stopped slamming its creepy feelings into me.
"What got your panties in a twist?" I asked the ceiling.
Amusement flickered back at me—then a more intense warning. Still, there was no bullying or threats. Just a firm, forceful "Don’t do it!" laced with the unmistakable sense that if I ignored it, I would be the one to regret it.
Shaking my head again, I pushed the reaction aside and focused on the message. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
On one hand, my warning had saved lives—a lot of lives, judging by the message—which was great. On the other hand… Worldseer? Me?
I wasn’t a prophet or some planetary shield. I was just an average guy who wanted to travel, have fun, and occasionally tease Mahya. And honestly, she’d earned plenty of teasing in my book.
But… another class!
My three sub-classes were full, so I couldn’t take another one—only professions, and I wasn’t too sure about that. The whole idea of "you need to sell stuff" or "people have to use what you make," like Al with his potions or Mahya with her woodworking, wasn’t exactly appealing.
But another class? That meant more stat points.
The minute that thought crossed my mind, another warning slammed into me—a mental shout, loud and unmistakable:
“Don’t do it!”
"Why?" I asked the ceiling.
A wave of impressions hit me—time passing, tides shifting—then suddenly, understanding. Like a lightbulb turning on in my mind.
"What if I don’t want to wait to understand? I want to understand now!"
Frustration pulsed back at me. Not directed at me—I knew that without a doubt—but at the limits of communication.
"You’re the all-knowing system! I’m sure you can figure out how to talk more plainly. We had a back-and-forth exchange of messages before when you gave me Tenacity."
This time, the frustration spiked even harder, carrying something new—a sense that something had gone wrong. Like this connection between us wasn’t supposed to happen. The best way to describe it was: "It was outside of parameters."
That stumped me.
Now, I really had no idea what was going on.
I returned to the message, ready to reread it—when it winked out of existence.
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t find it again. It was just… gone. Like it had never existed.
“Hey!” I protested. “Don’t you think you’re being a little too high-handed? It was my choice to take it or not. I earned it! I admit I’m no prophet and don’t really care about shielding worlds or whatever, but it was still my choice. You had no right to take it away from me!”
The connection slammed shut so hard that I swayed, dizzy again.
Stupid, high-handed, annoying system!
I dropped into an armchair, leaned my head back, and took a deep breath.
When the dizziness passed, I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened—and came up empty. None of it added up.
If the system didn’t approve, why the hell did I get the message in the first place? And if it could just erase it, why bother with the negotiation and warnings?
I hated it when things didn’t make sense. It was annoying!
Throwing the book I was holding didn’t help. Neither did kicking the armchair.
Well, it did help me understand Mahya better when she kicked things—but that was beside the point.
I considered talking to Mahya and Al about what happened but dismissed the thought immediately. I did it so fast that the system didn’t even need to warn me. And I knew it would have, based on past experience.
Stupid, high-handed, annoying system!
Comments
Howler
I thought it was more along the lines of if he takes it he ends up tied to a world. Maybe Earth maybe the world he is currently on.
Angela Roberts
This only reinforces my thinking that John is related to gods. Demi gods maybe?
