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FiOP Chapter 01
🕑 Added 2024-05-20 02:07:03 +0000 UTCI stood in line waiting for the biggest alteration in my life. When someone turns sixteen they’re considered an adult and can gain a class. The class they’re given is based on what they have done in their life. For me, it could be anything. From wizard to baker, fighter to priest I could be given any class from how I was forced to live.
Working any job that would hire me just to get food in my belly might have backfired and bit me in the ass. I doubted it though. I spent far more time training with weapons, never really taking any of the jobs seriously. The only thing I cared about was food, fighting and fucking. If I gained a class that let me do those three things better then I’d be happy.
While I’d prefer a combat class I knew how important non-combatants were. For every ten successful adventurers, it takes a team of hundreds to supply them to a level where they can succeed. A strong party has to make bonds with everyone they purchase for or they can end up in a bad spot needing to travel far and wide to get the items and equipment they would need to adventure.
The priestess at the front of the line was grabbing out water from a basin in front of her before rubbing it onto a person. With enough apathy to kill a cat she unpassionately read off their class. “Scout… Warrior… Rogue… Leatherworker… Fighter… Paladin… Bard… Monk… Oh, wizard. Come talk to me after the daily class bestowal. Ranger… Priest… Blacksmith… Uncommon fighter. Someone’s parents are adventurers I see… Sorcerer… You look a little frail to me though… Bulk up then come visit me in a few months.”
She was a very conventionally attractive woman and she made it clear she was looking for a husband with magic powers. Her outfit was mostly soaked from pulling holy water from the basin making her sheer robe cling to her revealing almost everything. Large breasts and raven black hair with a resting bitch face that pulled everything together. She hit all my boxes for attractiveness and I felt myself lean toward wanting a magical class.
Those were slightly uncommon and the other female priest that gained her class today she stared daggers at. I kept staring at her face looking at her pouty lips and visible nipples feeling myself grow hard before I even realized I was at the front of the line. She rubbed me down with the water before speaking. “Farmer…”
Farmer… Out of all the classes I could have gotten I get one of the worst. What are the chances? I made sure not to grow food for that specific reason. God must just hate me. I didn’t realize I had just stood there staring at her as I spoke until she yelled at me. “Move dumbass!” It jolts me out of my thoughts as I run out of line upset at my class and embarrassed by my distraction.
Fuck, fucking fuck. All classes are useful but why farmer? I don’t want to sit around watching plants grow. I don’t want to live in an undefendable position with a class that can’t defend itself. Farmers were practically crack for bandits. My life was going to be rough unless I could get one of the farm positions around a city. Maybe my skills would make up for it?
Info | Stats | Skills | Jobs | Misc
I click info knowing all the information that will be there but still wanting to see my class added.
Info
Name: Danial Drizzle
Age: 16
Height: 6’
Weight: 200
Health: 121
Mana: 105
Stamina: 242
Class: Farmer
Level: 01
Yea. Just the new farmer class in the class slot. I clicked stats next knowing that my class most likely wouldn’t affect them.
Stats
Strength: 1.2
Perception: .91
Endurance: 1.21
Charm: 1.11
Intellect: 1.05
Agility: 1.17
Luck: 1.5
My stats were good, great even. Too bad they don’t mean much since I got a non-combat class. That endurance I trained my ass off for just means I’ll be able to shovel shit for that much longer. My good luck never seemed to get me what I wanted. Having a general-purpose class meant my stats would all go up evenly. That meant more of the stats I didn’t need like luck. I sighed as I clicked over to skills, hoping to see something good.
Farming- Increases yield, quality of crops, and experience with gathering jobs by 100%. Decreases the chance of low-quality crops, fatigue from farming, and time for plants to fully grow by 50%.
Tool user- Increases ability to use tools. Decreases fatigue from using tools.
Minor spell user- Increases the speed of acquiring new minor spells and reduces the cost of using those spells. Choose utility-based spell specialization.
Jack of all- Gain minor proficiency with all weapons, armor, magical affinities, extra specializations, and jobs.
Symbiotic enduring bond- Gain 10% of any sexual partner stats for a day after copulating. The bonus is doubled and permanent for you and your wife. The wife gains a skill that is helpful for farming.
That… I can’t believe I got a double modifier on a skill right from the start. The way classes worked is as they level they increase your stats. You can sacrifice those levels to gain more skills or apply modifiers to skills. Jack of all could become murderous jack of all which would remove most of the skill but increase the effect for weapons.
You can also get negative modifiers. That also meant you could get a double modifier like I did with symbiotic and enduring. There were also rarities to modifiers. I think the enduring might be uncommon while the symbiotic looked to be rare, maybe even epic. It was about a one in a thousand chance to get a double modifier while it was about a one in a million chance for a triple modifier.
Still, my skills kind of sucked right now. Knowing that the warriors gain passive increased melee damage, a melee damaging on-use skill, a defensive skill, and two survival skills made it clear that I wasn’t going anywhere near a dungeon for a very long time. Even if a warrior had the same stats as me it would probably take four of me for it to be a fair fight.
I quickly made my decision and started packing my belongings.
