20 A hard choice

"So, since you're one of the few polymorphs in Alveola, I'll quickly explain what this class is all about." Magen sat back in the same place and position as when Sasaki came in, leaving her standing in the middle of the dark room.

"Concretely, you have a class that can do just about anything you want. You can learn any spell or skill from any other class, which means that a polymorph can be very powerful when he masters the arsenal of weapons he has at his disposal. Speaking of weapons..." The master made a great movement of his arms, showing the myriad of possibilities opened to Sasaki, clinging to the walls. She had already noticed the presence of this multitude of weapons as she entered, but she was always impressed by such diversity.

"You can use all the weapons in the game, without exception. Your polymorphic body will adapt without any problem to the handling of the one you choose, and will change by following your choices as well. I should also ask you to choose a weapon among those who are in this room, and I'll give it to you before you leave. Don't take too long to choose anyway, we'll say you have..." Magen looked up at Sasaki and raised three fingers of his hand.

"Three chances. I'll be your opponent so you can test three different weapons, no more."

Sasaki swallowed, starting to stress a little. Her master looked more than in a hurry and she quickly realized that she would not have time to go on trying out all her possibilities... She was usually having a hard time choosing her avatar or her class... So it would not really help her.

"One last thing about how your class works. Polymorphs are the only ones to be limited by the slot mechanic. You can only learn a limited number of spells or skills at a time, which is defined by the number of slot you have. Of course, this number will increase along with your level, but know for the moment that you only have 5 slots."

So the polymorph class was not so overpowered... Of course, she could handle all the weapons and learn the spells she wanted, but she was also limited in the makeup of her arsenal. For the moment she did not know much about it, but the day would probably come when she should think about it.

"Come on, I'll let you pick a weapon and try to kill me."

"Kill you ?!"

"If you don't fight with the intention of killing your opponent, you don't risk lasting a long time in a MMORPG..." The master mocked her, and slowly stood up crossing his arms.

It was true that by playing a MMORPG, she had never had a feeling for her opponents or those she faced... But in a game as realistic as Alveola Online, would she really be able to fight to death and kill other players ?

She had to. After all, the strong never care about that. They had to kill dozens and dozens of other players to reach the top, and if she did not resign herself to killing, she would remain the weak Sasaki forever that she was still now.

"I understand... I'm going to kill you. Anyway, you're not even a player." She answered coldly, determined to kill the man who had not really been nice to her. The latter seemed to smile under the bandages that covered his face.

"Yes, and even if I were a player, I could resurrect. It's just a game after all, isn't it ?" The more she listened to him speak, the more his words sounded wrong, as if he was hiding something... But coming from such a strange character, she could not really trust that impression. And then she knew that the NPCs in this game were rather special. She was still boiling at the thought of Makh's betrayal.

She quickly approached the wall on which lay all the weapons, hung carefully on hooks driven into the concrete. What could she choose ? She did not know at all the weapon that might suit her... A melee weapon ? A distant one ? The choice was going to be difficult.