Chapter 305 - Lost in Hell

[Class: Lightsworn Indurare]

After reaching certain preexisting conditions, you have gained your destined Class: Lightsworn Indurare. As a Lightsworn, you are to serve the light, and it will be yours to use.

Strength +25%, Intelligence +25%, Stamina +30%, Endurance +40%, Light Affinity +35%

Additional Passive Skill: The Path of Light

- As the Light descends, your Mana Core is forever imbued with the Light Affinity. All Elemental Damage (except Dark-Attributed) is increased by 5%. Dark-Attributed Damage is decreased by 30%.

Additional Passive Skill: Mana Generation: Everlasting Light

- A Mana Generation skill, adjusted to fit the Indurare's skill set. Through runic inlays in the user's Mana Core, the user can generate Mana at an unprecedented rate. All Light-Attributed Mana Costs are reduced by 30%. The user can regenerate 2% of their missing Mana every 30 seconds.

- Through skillful meditation, the Mana Generation skill can level up. Conditions for leveling up are: [Expand.] Current level: 1/10.

Additional Passive Skill: Indurare's Indomitability

- As the Indurare, the user is capable of withstanding gruesome hits. All Damage received by the Indurare is reduced by 1% (max 30%) for every minute he is in a fight. The damage reduction is only applicable to one opponent at any given time. Sustaining hits from a different opponent will reset all stacks of Indurare's Indomitability.

Additional Active Skill: Light's Forge

- The Lightsworn are capable of generating weapons with light. As the Indurare, the user has the same abilities, limited to their personal skill set. Available weapons are the following: [Expand.]

Additional Active Skill: Light's Refraction

- Consumes half of the user's current Mana upon activation. Transforming the user into a beam of light, the user is then capable of traveling a distance. The distance, set by the user, has a maximum of five kilometers. Cooldown: 5 hours.

Additional Active Skill: The Lightsworn Doctrine - The Judgement Clause

- Upon activation, judgment will fall upon a target. After a brief moment, the result will grant the user different effects upon the judgment's verdict. The user, as a Lightsworn, must then carry out the verdict under any circumstance. (Note: this spell has a chance to activate on its own.)

- Cooldown: 90 days

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Rynold narrowed his eyes as he looked at the window staring back at him. For the most part, Rynold felt perplexed as he didn't know what to do about all this. This new Class certainly provided him numerous benefits, more than he expected. But, even then, all of it seemed too much. Not only that, but Rynold had spent enough time in the New World that this new Class didn't show up without any consequences.

'Was this really a good thing?'

It was a question he had to ask himself every time the System popped up with a new window. More often than not, though, it was. With this new Class, however, Rynold just wasn't sure. No matter which way Rynold saw it, the Lightsworn made him an agent of a cosmic entity. And, there was no way of backing out of it now.

Nevertheless, Rynold closed the window to recollect his thoughts. He started with pulling out a notebook he had swiped from the Mech God's workshop from his Inventory. To properly gather his thoughts, Rynold proceeded to take down extensive notes.

'First thing's first. Let's start with Hell.'

Pen in hand, Rynold wrote down his impressions of the Nevermore. He started with the fact that his human body didn't succumb to any environmental conditions. Whether it was the cold or the heat, Rynold didn't even feel the slightest change in temperature. Rynold believed it was due to a preexisting condition Hell had. Either way, he could only speculate now.

The next thing he wrote down was what he had learned about the devils. As literature dictated, these creatures were beings of pure evil, but Rynold believed there was more to it than that.

Devils had a hierarchy of some sort, as evidenced by the System. Rynold didn't know what constitutes which level a devil would belong to. Although, with Rynold's previous encounter with the high-ranking devil, he had a loose idea. And from there, Rynold wrote down other theories based on what he knew. It was a bit of a stretch to see these theories come to pass, but it was Rynold's way of being prepared.

Turning to the next page, Rynold wrote what else he had noticed about Hell. The terrain, creatures, flora, and fauna. Even though Rynold wasn't the most knowledgeable person about these things, he knew that Hell was a mysterious place. It was in his best interest to record whatever he could so that he could possibly study everything at a later time. Although, now that he had written everything down, what he knew about the place wasn't much.

'Ah, well.'

Rynold shook his head and then promptly closed the notebook. After which, Rynold reopened the Lightsworn window once more in the hopes to deduce whatever he could.

'Okay, well,' Rynold raised one hand to his chin as he used the other to scroll through, 'The phrasing alone suggests that I'm not the only Lightsworn. Indurare? What does that mean? Endure, maybe? Hm. The skills fit my fighting style pretty well, although I can't really tell if there's anything more to this. Whatever this Class is, I don't think it's in its final stages yet. Although, I wonder...'

Having gone through every word, Rynold closed the window. He then started to take control of his Mana, activating a newly-acquired spell. Of which created runes all over Rynold's arms. It glowed with a white light, similar to the color of his Mana Core. The runes then turned to armor, coating both of his arms in armguards made of light.

'Armor seems about right,' Rynold nodded in satisfaction. 'Although I'd prefer something I could use in a fight, armor would still help. Still, it does make me wonder what the other Lightsworn can make. If every Lightsworn had their hands on this Equipper spell, I have no idea what to expect.'

With that, Rynold deactivated the spell. He had only activated half of the Light's Forge's capabilities as a test. He couldn't unleash the spell's full capabilities now, not when he was still in danger. Of which, Rynold would soon remember.

'Shit!'

Sensing an ominous presence approaching, Rynold didn't hesitate and started running. While he felt slightly refreshed, he still wasn't in his full strength. While Rynold could fight, he probably wouldn't be able to last one second against a presence like that.

Rynold ran in the opposite direction from where the presence was. Coincidentally, Rynold was running away from the cave where Skeem and the high-ranking devil were. That presence — that creature, no matter under any circumstance, was something Rynold could not confront.

As he ran along the mountainside, Rynold didn't dare stop. While the less-than-welcoming terrain proved to be a nuisance, Rynold managed to distance himself from the ominous threat. Unfortunately for him, though, being in Hell provided him with some complications. Since being here meant more threats than Rynold first realized.

'Oh crap,' Rynold hadn't realized it until he was too late. The moment he stepped on an unmarked, inconspicuous stone, a magic array activated and trapped Rynold in place. The magic array then split the ground Rynold was standing on in half, consuming him.

Unable to move his legs, Rynold could only watch as he descended into a subterranean lair. To which, Rynold felt an ancient yet modern aura coming from the place. It was weird how two opposing things would come together, but Rynold was sure of it. Whatever this place was, he knew there was something special about it. It was as though the omen and disgust of Hell hadn't reached this place. But, even so, Rynold knew better than to let his guard down.

Frozen in place, Rynold prepared for whatever threat that set the trap. He knew it was some ancient magic that had done it, far from what Rynold actually recognized. With that in mind, his heart pounded in his chest. There was no telling what awaited him and how fast he would end up dead.

"That sigil on your body," a voice said from the dark and dreary lair, "Tell me where you got it."

"Why?" Rynold asked with hostility, "So that you could kill me if you don't like it?"

"Listen, boy," the voice snarked, his patience instantly drying, "If you want to die, I wouldn't have bothered asking. Tell me. Where did you get it? Or else I'll skin you alive."

Out of nowhere, something grazed Rynold's upper forearm. Rynold could only hiss in pain as a part of his skin peeled off. The guy wasn't lying and was fully capable of doing what he said.

"Damn it, you aren't kidding," Rynold cursed every so lightly, "Fine. Seeing as how I'm going to die, either way, I might as well tell you. It's a sigil from the Mech God. So, you better watch the fuck out unless you want the heavens to come down on your ass."

"Who?"