Chapter Fourteen, First Lesson. Knowledge 101.

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  "Then what am I? Does it give any insight into where I come from?" Jora questioned, dashing back towards the portal.

  "[Not really. It sucks that I have to explain such trivial things to you... Stupid.]" Anaflandus complained, "[From my vast library of profound knowledge, Eldrids are... True demons. They're the top ranking demon class. Their origin is unknown, the only thing we know about it, is that they predate everything. Everything we know, they come before. They existed before it. This world, they existed before. This universe, they existed before. That's just the knowledge we have discovered. What we do know, is that they're fucking shitheads! The most evil of evil, and the powerful of powerful as well. An Eldrid baby is a disaster to a planet, it surprises me just slightly knowing our World has allowed you to exist. But I can see why.]" It explained, Jora soaring towards the final Broodmother.

  "Why can you see that?... And who is we?" He questioned back.

  "[Well because you weren't... Actually I do not know. I can't say you weren't born an Eldrid, because you were demonized from the moment you appeared here... I can say that you weren't fullblood Eldrid, as you had some human in you. That human part of you dilutes the pure evil nature of the Eldrids, giving you some sort of mystic equilibrium. Thankfully you were human, and not... Orc, or beast, or even elven... Any of those would have been bad, simply because their inherent nature is leaning. As a beast you would've become a crazed uncontrollable idiot. As an elf you would have become some blind radical god, if given the chance to grow. And then you probably would have succumbed to the true Eldrid nature later on and torn our World asunder...]" Jora blinked intensely, swallowing the last Broodmother whole.

  "[Yes, now to the Core Room.]" Anaflandus gestured, "[But, as a human, your character is completely blank. From birth, humans have the potential to split down any direction, any path. They're unbound by... They have freedom. Elves are doomed to forever be nature loving and peaceful, unless they're the dark variant, they're the opposite. Orcs are doomed to be stupid war maniacs. Dragons are doomed to be wise and powerful, stupidly unfair blah blah you get it. And this is all because of the image in which their God created them! Humans were lucky to have a neutral creator, giving them the potential to be anything they set their desire on. But of course that creates a wide spectrum of good and bad. A whole bunch of-]"

  "Okay. I get it. Who is the we, you were talking about?" Jora cut Anaflandus off, feeling his companion's emotion within his soul.

  "[Rude... We. The World, the Gods, the Keepers... This world is old. Young compared to the vast cosmos and other worlds in it, but still old relative to mortals.]"

  Jora nodded, busting through the wall that held the Core Room, ignoring the passage that had opened after defeating the Broodmother.

  "Keepers?" Jora questioned, relaying his underlying inquiries towards Anaflandus at the same time.

  "[Stand in the back right corner, lean your head against it...]" He was instructed.

  "[The Keepers are the top rank fighters of the world. Mortals who have risen to the top, and Gods that have the power to protect. They are this World's line of defense, in dire situations.]" Jora leaned back against the corner, his head tilted upwards.

  Subconsciously, he had ignored the low rumbling while he tackled the Broodmothers, but now he had the time to take note of it.

  The walls shook, pebbles bouncing, stalactites occasionally falling. In the Core Room, there was nothing disturbing him, thanks to it's regal and orderly structure.

  "Defense? You've mentioned the universe quite a few times, what exactly is that?"

  "[You're genuinely an imbecile... You know nothing! I have been reduced to an information dictionary! A history book!]" Anaflandus cried, frustration in it's voice.

  And in that moment, the rumbling peaked.

  Walls caved in, mana exploded, the whole Dungeon had turned into chaos.

  "Okay. Why am I sitting here exactly? I don't care about the universe topic any longer..." Jora spoke.

  "[You're standing here because when the Dungeon collapses and folds in on itself, this coordinate will displace you safely. You'll get spit out some miles to the northeast. Hopefully out of the A-rank's range, but it might be cutting it close... Once we're out of here, you need to cease all movements. The displacement should put you on the ground, you'll just have to stay put, exactly where it placed you. Make sure to channel your [Stalker], so that you meld into the world deeper. With no tracks and disturbances, even if they spread their sense out that far, your signature would be no different from blades of grass and stone.]" Anaflandus explained.

  Jora opened his mouth to reply, but he was already too late.

  A churning feeling enveloped him, his vision flashing, and his body contorting.

  He could hear everything around him crashing, despite not being able to see.

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  Then he was on the ground.

  His eyes flashed open, staring up at the sky.

  He didn't move. Silently, he fell into his [Stalker] state, as if waiting for some prey to walk by.

  The elements around him started flowing through his body, moving undisturbed as if they weren't there.

  The only sign that he was, would be the slightly disrupted movements they showed. Passing through him, some seemed to move slower, confused as to where they were. Others, seemed to speed up, not enjoying their location.

  And some, lingered. Namely, the water and ice elements. Mana lingered slightly, due to his healing magic, and his vast Sensitivity.

  "[Perfect execution... You're welcome! Easy wasn't it!]"

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  Agatha patiently waited before the chaotic Dungeon door, the camp evacuating behind her.

  "Why haven't you left yet... Are you willing to die in the spatial collapse?" She spoke to herself, seated on a reversed chair, it's back facing the same direction she did.

  Towards the Dungeon.

  The mana pulses had grown, disturbing everyone around, aside from her of course.

  Her gaze hardened.

  Her target still hadn't attempted it's escape.

  "You're kidding..." She squinted. "It told you a safe point." Her gaze hardened fully, rage brewing.

  And then!..

  BOOM!

  The Dungeon door folded in on itself, a wave of mana bursting outwards, flying through countless trees, creating abnormal growths. Some trees were cut, some grew extensively, some faced no change at all.

  It was just the unpredictable nature of mana...

  But, there was no emergence of what she had set her eyes on.

  "What a joke! It actually told you the safe point!" She laughed, throwing her head back.

  She fell off of the chair, rolling around on the ground gripping her stomach.

  "Haha! How lucky you are! I wonder if it even knows how lucky it is! Your Luck stat has to at least be 200 to be able to escape me like this!" She chuckled, tears falling from her face.

  "Pulse." She paused her antics, knees up to her chest, hand over her face.

  In an instant, a wave of her very own mana sprouted from her body. Travelling unrealistically fast, and mapping and spreading out in a spherical area.

  Fifty feet, then one hundred. Then five hundred.

  Then four thousand...

  Then eight...

  The wave of mana fell off at nearly ten thousand feet, and Agatha frowned.

  "Ugh... Too far." She complained, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "Tilly will find it." An almost evil expression appeared on her face.

  "And then we'll discover exactly what it is that you are..."

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  'So what am I even supposed to do now? I can't move?' Jora questioned internally, watching as the wind passed by him.

  "[We take the time to go over our actual power?... Wasn't that obvious?]" Anaflandus replied, Jora giving a mental shrug.

  "[After that, we can get started on rebuilding the Dungeon. Using your [Monster Production], we'll fill up the Dungeon, and then as independent creatures they'll circulate their mana, growing it. The feedback will passively boost your reserves as well.]" It spoke.

  'Right... Let's acclimate.'

  He distributed his attribute points, satisfaction filling him like it did everytime.

  "[Totally unfair... You're attributes are way too powerful for your level. You're betraying your rank... You're too easy to track with this much power yet lacking the basics.]" Anaflandus spoke.

  'So how powerful am I exactly? What are the rankings, and how do I obtain... the basics?' Jora asked.

  "[Right, completely unknowledgeable.]" Jora smiled and accepted the defeat, "[Listen up, this is your first real lesson!]" Anaflandus started.

  "[F-rank! Level 1 to 5! No power, little to no attributes gained per level! E-rank, level 6 to 20! Where most people unlock their first Talent, and acquire their first class. D-rank, level 21 to 50. The second Talent is usually unlocked at level 50. For monsters, they receive their first evolution, as you can see, you're more classified as a monster in that aspect. C-rank is level 51 to 100. Level 100 is where people get their first class evolution or class change, and where monsters get their second Talent. B-rank is level 101 to 175. Level 175 is where people obtain their third talent, and where monsters get their second evolution. A-rank, level 176 to 300! At the peak of A-rank, level 300, people undergo class evolution, and Talent merging! Level 301 to 500 is S-rank, and that is all that is necessary for you to know for now!]"

  It was a pain knowing that Anaflandus would never lose it's breath...

  'And I...' Jora lead.

  "[Yes! You! You're high C-rank right now, level 90 to 100. But your power... Holy shit. Your attributes rival decent A-ranks... Freshies that were gifted with Rare classes from the start, with their Rare class carrying over through their first class evolution... Right, listen! Normal classes give the one extra attribute point, six attribute points per level! Rare classes, like [Battle Mage] or [Sword Brawler] give seven attribute points. Unique classes give eight or possibly even nine attribute points per level, and then Legendary classes give nine or even ten!]" It replied.

  "[At your level right now... You have the attributes of a Rare classed low A-rank... And you're almost one hundred levels behind them! Plus, you have a plethora of hidden attributes that put you far above them. If I counted up every attribute point you had minus your skill boosted points... Good god...]"

  Jora raised a mental brow, beckoning Anaflandus to answer.

  "[2,629 Attribute points... That puts you at the Attribute point accumulation of a peak A-rank, that was equipped with two Legendary classes... You're a fucking cheat. NOT TO MENTION YOU HAVE THE CLASS CHOICE AVAILABLE TO YOU! What are you... There is no way every Eldrid is like this...]"

  Hearing Anaflandus' outburst, Jora's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

  'Am I really that strong already?... I've only been here for half a day...'

  "[EXACTLY!... ABSURB!! Absurd I tell you... At least I am by your side now... What would you do without me!]" That one made him chuckle.

  'You mean, how would you have obtained such a golden opportunity to soar up the ranks of power if it weren't for me...'

  Jora stifled laughter, not letting his body move.

  But he was surely entertained.

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