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Minute Mage: A Time-Traveling LitRPG Chapter 1: Disastrous Day

Author:Reg Rome Category:urban Update time:2024-07-08 20:46:06

On my twentieth birthday, I had my first near-death experience.

I awoke that morning, anticipating the life-changing day I had ahead of me. Now, I had no idea how life-changing it would be, but just about everybodys twentieth was a big one. Not just for people aiming for a Class, either.

For most, their twentieth birthday celebrated the day they finally became an adult. One who would forge ahead, make their own decisions, and try their best to leave their mark on the world. It was a largely symbolic celebration, but an important one nonetheless. But for people who wanted to acquire a Class, those symbolic sentiments became decidedly literal.

I was one of those people who was going to take their birthday literally.

I got off my lumpy mattress and exited the dingy room where I lived. I walked down the tavern stairs, each one creaking under my weight, and exited into the main barroom. Waving at the friendly owner of the cheap tavern, I left the building, skipping breakfast to save on food costs.

The reason I was saving money wasnt that I was poor; I had a job that, while not exactly high-paying, would have been enough for a modest peasants life. No, the money Id been stockpiling all these years had all been going toward something this single day. I wasnt going to let trivial things like discomfort take it away from me. My hands trembled as I fingered the dozen-or-so silver coins Id collected in my pocket my lifes savings. Then, I took a deep breath and headed toward the edge of my simple villages walls.

I nodded to my employer as I walked past his blacksmiths shop. I wasnt a blacksmith, myself or even an apprentice I was just a manual laborer, carrying around metal ingots and working the bellows. I passed by the library, which was where I spent another bulk of my time. I wasnt reading bards tales or anything so luxurious I was studying. Having a Class was an extensive responsibility, and one that took a great deal of effort to keep track of. Combat theory, arithmetic, long-term planning, and many other skills were necessary to make effective use of one. So, the vast majority of my time was split between the blacksmith, reading the free literature at the library, and, of course, the sparring ground.

The sparring ground was the only non-survival expense I afforded myself. For a modest price, I gained access to training weapons, dummies, sparring partners, and, of course, the best Swordsman teacher in the whole village. He was a retired adventurer who had reached Level 32 before coming to our village to live out the rest of his life in quiet peace. Thirty-two! He was the highest-Level individual I had ever seen. I heard high-Level people like that were more common in the big cities, but out in a frontier village like mine, even seeing someone with a Class in the first place was rare.

Since he had the Swordsman Class, I decided that that was the Class Id try to get for myself, too. Who else to learn from but the best, right? Besides, Swordsman was one of the easiest Classes to get, and it benefited a lot from raw physical strength, which I had a decent bit of from all my work at the blacksmith. I smiled as I touched the handle of the longsword, sheathed at my waist. It wasnt exactly high-quality, but itd get the job done for today. Besides, after I got my Class, I could start making some real money in the adventuring business, which would hopefully help me replace my pitiful gear.

After a few more minutes of walking, I finally arrived at my destination. I saw the man Id agreed to meet with, steel plate shining on his body and a battleaxe fastened to his back. He had a woman standing next to him. He waved, and I waved back, taking a deep breath to calm my excitement.

Hey! Arlan, right? Hope youre ready for today! He approached me and took my hand, shaking it. I nodded and shook back, trying not to feel intimidated by his iron grip; it was simply the results of a Classers higher Stats. He probably wasnt even trying to squeeze any harder than I was. He let go of my hand and introduced me to the woman he was with. This is my partner, shes a Wizard,

I nodded to her and held out a hand, but she didnt take it.

Are you sure you are twenty years old? she asked. You know that if you are even a day younger, this will be a waste of time and money.

Uh, yeah I said, taken aback by her abrasiveness. Here, Ill pull up my Status window to make sure, if you really want me to.

Name: Arlan Nota Age: 20 Strength: 10 Class: N/A Level: N/A Endurance: 10 Class Type: N/A XP: N/A Dexterity: 10 Health: 100/100 Health/Minute: 0.042 Stamina: 58/60 Stamina/Minute 0.36

Yep, it says my age is twenty. When I looked at my Status, I couldnt help but smile. Everything in bold was something that had changed since the last time I had looked at it, so I could see that all of my Stats had increased from 9 to 10! Of course, that wasnt due to any merit of my own; everyone in the world got one point of Strength, Endurance, and Dexterity every two years until they turned twenty. So everyone that was at least twenty years old and without a Class would have the exact same Status as me minus the name, obviously.

It wasn't like that meant everyone was exactly as strong and tough as everyone else, of course. One of the first things you learned when researching the System was that Stats only added on top of ones own base abilities. So, someone with only 10 Strength could still technically beat a Classer with 50 Strength in an arm-wrestling contest, as long as the one with 10 had a much stronger body. Itd be pretty hard to pull that off, of course, but possible.

Okay, the robed woman interrupted my thoughts, and are you sure you want the Swordsman Class? There are no take-backs, remember. Once you have a Class, you cannot get rid of it, and you cannot get another.

Yeah. I was starting to get frustrated with her. I knew all this already. Im sure.

Relax, Arlan, the man chuckled and patted the woman on her back. His immense Strength Stat caused her to stumble and catch herself. She does this with everyone we get Classed. Had a few too many incidents with people asking for a refund after things didnt go their way. Speaking of, you got the payment?

Yeah, I walked over and placed the silver coins in his hand. My money-saving instincts were screaming at me to hold on to the large sum, to wait another day and make sure this was what I wanted, but I let go, and the coins fell into his hand.I was determined.

Alright, now that the jobs official, lets go over the plan. I know youre probably familiar with the process, but like I said before, weve been burned a few too many times to skip over it.

I nodded.

So, to get the Swordsman Class, youre going to need to use a sword to kill a monster thats at least Level 10. Straightforward requirement, I know, but easier said than done. He was right about the Swordsman Classs requirement being straightforward. Some other Classes needed you to kill a specific type of monster, kill them under specific circumstances, or kill a multitude of different monsters in a limited timeframe. Just using a sword was childs play in comparison. Youre not even Level 0 yet, he continued, so if you tried to do that alone, youd die before you could pull a blade from its sheath. Thats where we come in. Well find a monster, get it to the edge of death, and then you come in and get the killing blow. The killing blow is all that matters when it comes to getting your Class, unlike how XP is earned according to your contribution to the fight.

I do not think my partner emphasized that last part enough, the woman interrupted. You are to get the killing blow, and only the killing blow. You are to stay out of sight for the rest of the battle. It does not matter if we look like we need help. You, as an Unclassed, are so weak that joining the battle will only force us to worry about protecting you.

My face hardened. Yes. I know Im weak right now. But Im not stupid. I wont come out of hiding until Im sure its safe.

Good. The woman closed her eyes and breathed, seeming to only relax just now. We are to be fighting together, so we should get to know each other. I am Feiya, a Level 16 Wizard. I specialize in damage-dealing elemental Spells, with some additional Alteration Spells to temporarily make my partner stronger if things ever get messy.

And Im the one she uses those Alteration Spells on, the man nodded. Names Dorrn, and Im a Level 18 Berserker. And I know the stereotype about my Class, but Im really not that dumb and battle-addicted.

He is only a little dumb, the woman Feiya added with a smile. Dorrn just rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

Well, since Im Unclassed, Im not sure if I can say much about myself that you wouldnt already know, I said, but Ive had a good amount of practice with the sword. Ive been going to the training grounds every day for a few years now, so Id hope thatll help at least a bit with today."

Dorrn simply nodded. If everyones ready, lets head out.

It was surreal being out in the forest surrounding my village for the first time Id never been outside the walls due to the roaming monsters that patrolled the wilderness. The only way anyone Unclassed came out of shelter in these parts was like me: surrounded by an escort of powerful Classers.

The forest felt greener up close. Back from the walls, it was just a few splotches of whatever. But here, I could look to my left and see hundreds of trees individual trunks all sprouting from the ground and covering the air with a thick canopy of leaves or I could look to my right and see a hill topped with a strange rock formation probably formed by some Classer casting a powerful Spell.

It took about an hour of hunting before we saw anything worth noting a large, furry beast that I immediately identified as a Dire Bear. I recognized it from the monster manuals Id read, but the experience of reading about it versus seeing one up close was completely different. On all fours, it was still about as tall as I was, and blood-stained claws tipped its paws. Still, despite its imposing figure, Dorrn and Feiya leapt into battle. Dorrn charged and cleaved his axe through the beasts side and Feiya cast a Spell that flung a spiked chunk of earth at the monsters head, exploding into shrapnel on impact. Within seconds, the wild beast was dead.

Only Level 8! I heard Dorrn call, but I was still frozen in place by the show of absolute power. I blinked, barely recognizing that he was speaking to me. Sure, I knew that someone at a Level as high as theirs could single-handedly slaughter a village of Unclassed people, but experiencing that power myself truly got the message across.

Not quite high enough for a Class, Feiya said. Do not worry, though, we will continue our search.

We marched on, repeating encounters like that, with the adventurers killing strong-looking monsters while I watched, waiting for the call to come and get the killing blow. The call hadnt come yet, but I was ready. It had been hours upon hours upon hours by now I could even see the sun begin to set in the brief times we passed through a clearing and the thick canopy of leaves disappeared for long enough for me to see the sky.

We werent following any sort of road or trail; most monsters avoided man-made structures, recognizing them as dangerous. So instead, we wandered the deep wilderness, straying away from any town or farm so as to find the largest and most dangerous beasts. I'd long since completely lost track of where we were, or even what direction we'd need to go to get back to town. Sure, we left through the south exit, but had we strayed to the west? East?

I wasnt worried about not being able to get back, though. Dorrn and Feiya knew these areas like the back of their hands, so even though it was my first time out here, theyd always be able to lead us back to civilization. Still, I imagined we must have gotten very far and very deep into the forest after such a long time traveling and hunting.

At some point, I felt something brush up against my ankle as I trailed behind my escort. I was so nervous that I swung my sword at it without even looking to see what it was.

You have struck Level 0 Rabbit for 22 damage using Sword.

You have slain Level 0 Rabbit.

Due to being Unclassed, you have earned 0 XP.

I stared down at the decapitated bunny, my face turning red with embarrassment. Dorrn and Feiya looked at me with amused expressions, but thankfully they didnt say anything. Everyone had a first time in the forest, so I was sure they understood how scary it was for me.

Just then, though, Dorrns head snapped over, looking at something through the treeline. He held up a hand in a gesture that, at this point, Id learned was one he made whenever he saw a hunting target. This time, however, he didnt rush into battle like usual. He waved me and Feiya over to come look at whatever he saw. I crept forward, taking care not to make any noise, and gazed through the break in the treeline. What I saw made me immediately understand his hesitation.

The being I looked at was obviously Humanoid. It had two arms, two legs, and generally standard proportions. That said, it definitely wasnt Human. It was facing away from us, but even without seeing the front of its body, I could tell that much. It was taller than the average person; it could easily stand head-and-shoulders above me, and its fingers ended in sharp claws rather than rounded fingernails. Its skin was crimson red, with veins of blue blood shining an unnatural neon through its skin. It was bald-headed in place of hair, it had two long, pointed horns. And instead of standing on the ground, it hovered, its feet suspended barely above the dirt.

It was a Demon the red-and-blue coloring gave that much away but I had no idea what kind it could possibly be. Id heard of horned Demons, but those were normally the animalistic variants, like Hellhounds, not the Humanoid ones. And Id also never heard of a Demon that could float off the ground like that. Flight was advanced magic, and Id certainly have heard of a Demon that could use it. From the looks of their faces, Dorrn and Feiya were just as confused by the monster as I was.

Plan? Feiya muttered to Dorrn.

We kill it. If we flee, it could notice and get the drop on us. We got the upper hand now, so we need to make use of it.

We do not know how strong it is.

If its out here and we havent heard of it, it cant be too strong. If itd been terrorizing the locals for months, theydve put out a request to kill it.

Feiya seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded.

Dorrn and Feiya crept toward the two-horned Demon, taking care to stay silent, while I hid behind a tree, head poking out so I could watch the fight. The monsters back was still to us as Feiya prepared a Spell and Dorrn hefted his battleaxe. Then, as quick as lightning, he lunged forward, swinging his axe with supernatural speed at the Demon. The axe struck the beast in the side of its chest, sending it careening into a tree. It swiftly recovered, however, turning and ducking to dodge a chunk of earth that Feiya had cast at it.

Dorrn was on it yet again, swinging his axe in a wild spin, but the Demon dodged yet again, and counterattacked with a mad set of swipes with its claws. They struck Dorrn with a clang, his thick armor protecting him from major harm. The Demon was pelted at with another stone projectile by Feiya, and this one was a direct hit. Stunned by the rock, it couldnt dodge Dorrns axe which sliced across its belly, followed by a hefty kick that flung it to the ground.

Dorrns follow-up strike hit empty dirt as the Demons flight magic carried it off the ground and back away from its attackers, but Feiya once again flung a storm of projectiles its way, not giving the monster a second to rest. Then, in a single bound, Dorrn closed the distance between himself and the Demon, swinging and cleanly severing the Demons arm from its body. Blue liquid poured from the beasts shoulder. It seemed to realize it was defeated, and turned to flee. However, a strike at its back hit it to the ground, and this time it couldnt get up; Dorrns foot was stomped hard on the beasts back, putting the mans entire weight down on it.

Its Level 14, Arlan! He called out, Come on over!

For a moment, I didnt even recognize my own name I was too mesmerized by the battle to remember why I was watching. But once I realized what he was saying, I jolted, took a deep breath to calm myself, and stepped out from my hiding spot. The Demons head was turned away from me, so I couldnt even tell if it was dead or not, but I assumed theyd kept it alive for me. Once I stood next to it, I hefted my sword, aimed for its neck, and swung downward, cleanly severing the Demons head from its

Dorrn and Feiya crept toward the two-horned Demon, taking care to stay silent, while I hid behind a tree, head poking out so I could watch the fight. The monsters back was still to us as wait. Two-horned? It only had one horn poking out of the right side of its head. The horn on the left was nowhere to be seen, as if it were never there. Was I mistaken? Suddenly, the Demon jolted, looked behind itself straight at Dorrn and Feiya, and dashed off.

Shit! Its getting away! Feiya shouted as she cast a Spell. Immediately, four walls of light appeared from nowhere, surrounding the clearing and boxing the Demon in with us.

Howd it notice? Dorrn asked Feiya while keeping his eyes on the Demon. It had turned to face them, realizing it couldnt get through the magical barricades.

No clue. Its like the knowledge that we were there was suddenly beamed into its head.

Well, whatever. If its running away, it means we can probably beat it. Dorrn hefted his axe and lunged forward, swinging at the Demon. It ducked, and Dorrn followed up with a kick, but the Demon dodged to the side before he even lifted his leg, as if expecting it. Without looking, the Demon swiped its claw to the side, perfectly deflecting a well-aimed hunk of stone launched by Feiya. I had no idea how it knew their fighting style already they had only just started the battle.

Left wide-open by his two missed attacks, Dorrn couldnt block a set of claw strikes that the Demon hit him with aimed perfectly at the gaps in his plate armor. However, his Health pool seemed to be large enough to protect him from significant harm. That said, they hadnt gotten one solid strike on the monster, while it seemed to already know everything about them. They were fighting a losing battle.

Dorrn stepped back, adopting a more defensive stance. Feiya! I need a buff!

On it! Feiya cast a Spell that caused Dorrns skin to glow a slight red and his muscles to bulge. The Demon watched, looking surprised it seemed it didnt know everything about them, after all. Dorrn set himself and lunged forward, swinging his axe twice as fast and twice as hard. The Demon tried to dodge, but the boost in power seemed to be too much for it, and it was caught by a sharp swing that cut a deep gash in its side. It backed up, looking defensive and calculating, as if trying to memorize everything about its opponent.

Dorrn didnt seem to care, though. His blows came in a flurry so fast I could barely follow them. The Demon also seemed to have trouble keeping up with them, cuts and wounds forming all across its body.

It seemed to realize that it couldnt beat Dorrn like this, and it also seemed to realize who had made him so much stronger. Its eyes locked onto Feiya and it made a mad dash toward her, rushing straight past Dorrn. Feiya shot two hunks of stone at the beast, but it ducked and weaved through them, tackling her to the ground in a split second. It reared back and clawed at her stomach once, twice, three times before she cast a Spell that blasted it off in an explosion of flame. Her Health pool seemed to have protected her from the first swipe, but hers wasnt nearly as large as that of a Berserker Class, and the next two left long lacerations across her torso. They didnt seem to be fatal, but she was obviously in a lot of pain, clutching at the wounds and groaning as she attempted to push herself to her feet.

The Demons luck ran out, though, as Dorrn caught up to it while it lay on the ground, stunned from Feiyas fiery blast. He unceremoniously brought his axe down with a grunt, severing the beast's legs from its torso and stepping down on its chest. Fdd ew updts on n(o)v/e/lin(.)com

Its Level 14, Arlan! He called out, Come on over!

I rushed over. Is Feiya gonna be okay? Those cuts look bad.

I will be fine, Feiya coughed. Just kill it and we can go home.

I looked down at the demon. It seemed dazed, probably from the intense pain of being blown up and then bisected. At least Id be putting it out of its misery. I raised my sword and chopped down at its neck, decapitating the Demon as its head rolled

Dorrn and Feiya crept toward the two-horned Demon, taking care to stay silent, while I hid behind a tree, head poking out so I could watch the fight. The monsters back was still to us as wait. Two-horned? It didnt have any horns at all on its bare head. Why did I think it did? Did they disappear or some oh, **! The Demon turned around and lunged toward Dorrn, catching him off-guard and swiping at his head with its claws. He brought up his battleaxe to defend, but was a bit too slow, getting knocked across the head and stumbling to the side.

However, even if Dorrn was caught off-guard, his armor and Endurance Stat would protect him from any attack the Demon could throw at him. But wait, the Demon was completely ignoring Dorrn. It sidestepped the stunned man and headed straight for Feiya. I mean, judging from the fights Id watched them have with previous monsters, that would objectively be the right play Feiya relied on Dorrns protection to cover for her relatively weak defensive options but how could the Demon have known that?

She threw out a few stone projectiles at the Demon as it approached her, but it seemed to be expecting just that, dodging and deflecting them as they came. It tackled her to the ground, swiping at her unarmored torso a few times before she cast a Spell that caused an explosion, flinging the Demon back. But it landed on its feet, somehow prepared for her Spell. Just then, Dorrn finally reached it and swung at its back with his battleaxe, but the Demon turned around at the perfect time, and deflected the axe with its claws.

It swiped at Dorrn a few more times, aiming perfectly for the gaps in his armor as if it already knew where they all were. Feiya launched another chunk of rock at the Demon from behind, but it ducked without even looking, allowing the stone to continue in its path and hit Dorrn square in the face, knocking him backwards.

The Demon turned back to Feiya, who had to have been running low on Mana at this point, and rushed at her again, seeming intent to finish her off. It swiped at her over and over, slicing gash after gash into her stomach and chest, but it seemed she didnt have enough Mana to cast another explosion Spell. Magic-Type Classes couldnt use any sort of melee weapon, either, so she was defenseless.

However, Dorrn soon recovered, and swung at the frenzied Demon with his axe. It seemed that it had gotten too focused on Feiya, because it didnt even notice the weapon bearing down on it until it was too late. Dorrn cut a huge slice down the Demons back, and then grabbed it and threw it aside. It tumbled across the dirt while Dorrn bent over to check on Feiya, who was in much worse condition. The entire front of her body was torn to shreds. She kneeled on the ground, coughing up blood and breathing raspily.

Get behind me, Dorrn ordered Freiya, putting a hand out to protect her as he stepped forward. Do you have enough Mana for a buff Spell?

N-no. Feiya managed to get out.

Dorrn took a deep breath and hefted his axe. Okay. Ill get us out of this.

The Demon had already gotten back to its feet during their conversation, standing tall once again despite the massive wound on its back. It tore forth, seeming energized by the felling of one of its enemies. It swiped madly at Dorrn while also dodging and weaving through Dorrns own counterattacks as though itd already memorized the mans fighting style.

The Berserker was obviously losing the fight, taking hit after hit. His Health must have been running dry, but he was putting his all into the fight. He swung his battleaxe at the Demon in a wild attempt to kill the beast, but it blocked the strike, stopping the axe in its tracks. It twisted the weapon from Dorrns hands, grabbing it and flying back out of the mans striking range. Then, it twisted its arm and flung the axe at Dorrn. He dodged, but didnt account for the woman lying behind him.

Huk! A raspy breath came from behind. Dorrn looked in horror at Feiya, impaled through her chest by the large blade. She was shaking, staring down at the handle of the axe that pierced her. Then she wordlessly and slowly closed her eyes, falling limp and motionless.

Dorrn turned to the Demon. You, you bast!

His words were cut off by a claw in his throat, stabbing all the way through and poking out the back of his neck. Dorrn slumped over. The Demon, beaten, battered, and bleeding from the back, let out a grin as it retracted its claw from the mans throat.

But just then, Dorrn surged forth, a wave of energy invigorating him. Bastard! he shouted as he reached around, gripping both sides of the gash on the Demons back, and ripping it open, every ounce of strength in his arms going toward doing as much damage as possible.

The Demon hissed and snarled in agony, swiping at Dorrn and shoving him away to the ground. Its back poured out a fountain of blue blood from the ripped-anew wound and it fell to the ground.

Dont you ever interrupt me again, Dorrn muttered. He laid his head on the dirt.

Dorrn didnt get back up.

The Demon, however, did. Slowly, it got to one knee, then to the other, and then to its feet. I realized with more and more certainty that it would survive this encounter.

I couldnt let that happen.

I hadnt known them for long, but this Demon, this monster, killed two people. I couldnt let their lives be lost in vain. Staring at the monsters bleeding back that was turned toward me, I ran out from my hiding spot, sword held out at my waist.

Shunk.

The sword slid easily into the Demons open wound.

You have struck Level 14 Temporus for 37 damage using Sword.

The Demon Temporus, it seemed to be called turned to me in shock and pain. It looked at my sword, and chuckled, shaking its head. It had an almost self-deprecating expression, like it realized it had forgotten about something obvious. I withdrew my sword, and it collapsed to the ground.

I watched the unmoving body, breathing heavily.

You have offered minor contribution toward the slaying of Level 14 Temporus.

Due to being Unclassed, you have earned 0 XP.

I took a breath. Was that it? Was I finally going to get my Class? I looked around wildly, waiting for the fateful System message.

It only took a few moments probably only a second or two but it felt like hours.

Feat of strength performed. You have used a sword to kill an enemy of at least Level 10.

You have been awarded the Swordsman Class, Melee-Type.

Yes! Finally!

I had done it! I had gotten

Feat of strength performed. You have killed Legendary Monster: Temporus, Overlord of Tomorrows.

You have been awarded the Minute Mage Class, Magic-Type.

Override. You have two Classes. Deleting lowest priority Class.

Congratulations. You are now a Minute Mage.

the Minute Mage Class?

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