The Silver Slab's Revelation

Clad in black armor, the man moved with the precision of a seasoned soldier, his hand poised near the sword's hilt, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.

"So, what is your name, young man?" he inquired while continuing to walk with unwavering composure. Kuber found it peculiar that despite their similar age, the soldier addressed him this way.

"I am Kuber Walton. And you don't need to call me young man since we are the same age," Kuber replied, feeling the soldier's tone was impolite.

Halting in front of Kuber, the man chuckled and said, "No, young man, I am not of the same age as you. I am Darryl Pollard, 63 years old."

Kuber was taken aback. "What? 63? Are you kidding me? How is that even possible? Did you use some kind of immortality potion?" he asked, clearly surprised by Darryl's claim. Despite his appearance, Darryl insisted he was much older than he looked.

"I am not joking, young man. I really am 63 years old. Not only me, but most of the people here appear much younger than our actual age," Darryl explained, leaving Kuber bewildered and questioning the extraordinary statement.

Kuber scratched his jaw and scoffed at Darryl's remark but still nodded in response.

"Well, young man, let's get your status checked first," Darryl said.

"Yes, please lead the way," Kuber replied.

After their conversation, both Darryl and Kuber started walking forward. Moments later, they arrived in front of a table with a silver slab placed on it. The slab was clear enough to show someone's reflection. Three people, dressed in the same uniform as Darryl stood near the table.

"A newbie again, I see, Darryl. So, which batch is he from?" The man in the center addressed Darryl. His behavior and body language indicated his superior position.

"He is from the 1359 batch, sir. He just woke up," Darryl responded politely.

"You, kid, place your hand on the silver slab," the man, who appeared much older in speech and demeanor, instructed Kuber.

Kuber felt the nerves in his head twitch with anger, irritated by being repeatedly called "young man" or "kid." Suppressing his emotions.

With annoyance building up inside him, Kuber reluctantly moved forward and placed his hand on the silver slab.

To his horror, his reflection showed an altered version of himself. His skin had turned unnaturally pale, his eyes glowed a haunting red, and his hair had transformed into a shimmering, snowy white that cascaded down to his shoulders.

"What... what happened to me? Are you guys pulling a prank on me or something?" Kuber's mind was in turmoil, struggling to grasp the bizarre situation he found himself in. Just moments ago, he had been transported to a fantasy world and had his appearance drastically altered. Naturally, suspicion clouded his thoughts, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was some elaborate joke being played on him.

"Haha... I love this reaction, man."

"At least this one didn't start throwing punches randomly."

"I bet this kid would climb up the tower."

"Hey, that's not fair. It's obvious from his reaction that he would climb the tower."

The soldiers around them continued to laugh and banter, disregarding Kuber's inquiry. Feeling perplexed and somewhat offended, Kuber sought answers from Darryl.

"Don't worry, Kuber, they are just surprised to see that you reacted very normally. Usually, people would start throwing punches randomly or create a ruckus after seeing their changed appearance," Darryl explained, trying to reassure him. He placed his hand on Kuber's shoulder, offering a calming gesture.

Kuber took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and looked back at Darryl. "It's good to hear that they are not making fun of me. But, my question is still left unanswered. Tell me, Darryl, what is this current situation? Why did my appearance suddenly change so much?"

Darryl paused for a moment, gazing into Kuber's eyes before retracting his hand.

"What race did you pick?"

"I picked the Vampire race. Why?"

"You see, Kuber, your appearance is influenced by the race and bloodline you pick,"

Calming himself down, Kuber breathed deeply to release his anger. He turned towards Darryl and expressed his gratitude.

"Thanks for the explanation, Darryl."

"It's nothing. Please don't worry about such small things anymore. You can't be surprised every time you encounter shocking things in a place like this."

"I will remember your advice," Kuber said with determination.

After a while, Kuber finally managed a slight smile and shifted his gaze towards the soldiers who were still laughing and joking around. As he regained his senses, the guard at the center stopped laughing and cleared his throat.

"Ahem! Alright, stop laughing, guys. We need to complete his registration process first."

Following his cue, the other two soldiers also stopped laughing and focused their attention on Kuber again.

"Place your right hand on the slab, kid, and try not to freak out this time."

Receiving the instructions, Kuber placed his right hand on the slab, hoping that this time, he could maintain his composure.

As soon as Kuber placed his hand on the silver slab, his status screen appeared, visible not only to him but also to the soldiers standing nearby.

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[Level] – 3

[Name] – Kuber Walton [Neutral]

[Title] – None

[Lifespan] – 21/10,000 years

[Class] – Tower Merchant

[Unique Skill] – Cannot be accessed

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"That's amazing, you're a vampire! You can literally become immortal. And you even have a unique class, I've never heard of someone getting this Tower Merchant class before," one of the soldiers exclaimed, clearly astonished by Kuber's status.

The expressions on the soldiers' faces indicated that Kuber's status was highly favorable. Feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion, Kuber asked, "Is it really amazing? And what does the 10,000 years in my lifespan mean?"

The mention of 10,000 years in his lifespan section caught his attention, making him wonder if he would truly live for such an extensive period.

The soldier responded with a hint of sternness, "This is your natural lifespan, kid. You can really live for 10,000 years, as long as nobody stabs you directly in the heart, that is."

The soldier was quite stern when speaking about Kuber's lifespan, which meant he was not lying or joking about it.

"You can even get a chance to live for more than 10 thousand years if you can achieve evolution," the soldier revealed.

'Evolution? Can I really achieve that, even though I already have 10 thousand years to live?' Kuber's thoughts were jumbled up in his mind. The concept of having an extended lifespan and the possibility of evolving further intrigued him.

The initial confusion and surprise faded, replaced by excitement and greed. Kuber's eyes gleamed with curiosity, and his heart thumped with anticipation. True immortality was within reach, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of ambition.

However, Darryl wasn't as enthusiastic. "Why would you tell him that? You know that no vampire has ever even evolved to the 2nd level," he complained to the soldier, aware of the challenges and rarity of such an achievement.

Darryl gently grabbed Kuber's elbow, signaling that it was time to move on. "Let's go, young man. I need to guide you to your temporary home after all," he said, leading Kuber forward.

As they walked, Kuber could sense the soldiers silently staring at them and whispering among themselves, likely discussing the unexpected turn of events.

After a minute of walking, they finally approached a door that seemed like an exit, marking the end of this introductory phase. Kuber couldn't help but wonder what awaited him beyond that door, ready to face whatever challenges and adventures the world had in store for him.