Exlplanations

Alia’s look of shock disappeared and she gave him an incredulous look.

“How can you not know what a unique class is?”

Cal shrugged in response. “Why waste time learning about something I was never going to get?”

She looked at him for a moment and sighed, calming down and settling back in her chair.

“That’s fair I suppose. What do you know about classes then?”

He thought for a moment. “Uhh… People get classes starting from the age of fourteen? They defeat monsters and then gain… experience I think? That lets them level up and they can change their class at level ten.” He scratched his head. “That’s pretty much what I know.”

“That’s something I suppose,” Alia said. “What about stats? Quests?”

“Nope.”

She gave him that look again where she made him feel incredibly stupid in the past. He had grown used to it over the years, having done plenty of stupid things and earning her ire.

“Of all the people to get a unique class…” She dragged a hand over her face and sighed. “Look, a unique class is something that is, well, unique to a single person; meaning, only one person in the entire world will have that class.”

“So it’s rare?”

“What part of unique did you not get? It’s more than just rare you idiot,” she huffed. “Unlocking one as a starting class is rarer than being classless ten times over.”

Cal whistled. Being classless was estimated to be around one in ten million. Going by that count, it boggled his mind that he of all people would get something like that.

“Okay. I get that I’m super special and all but what’s the big deal? It’s just like any other starting class right? It’ll help me fight monsters.”

Alia shook her head. “You think that because you haven’t taken a look at your stats or skills. A unique class will give you something no other person will have. Some get a unique stat or skill. Some extremely lucky individuals get both.”

“This is all going over my head,” Cal confessed. “What are stats? How do I see what I have?”

“That will take some time to explain,” she said. “Before we get into that, why don’t you go take a shower? I can’t tolerate that smell anymore.”

“I don’t-” He paused and looked down at himself. His clothes had become soiled thanks to Josh’s treatment yesterday. He sniffed his armpit and grimaced.

“See? Now go take a bath. I’ll bring you up some food in the meantime.” She got up and opened her trunk. Picking up a towel from the inside, she threw it at his face.

Cal grumbled and entered her bathroom. It wasn’t the first time he was in Alia’s bathroom. One of the luxuries that Neera provided at her inn was running showers. He didn’t know how they worked; Alia had something about runes and charged mana but as usual he wasn’t paying attention.

Stripping down, he took a moment to look at himself in the mirror and was surprised to see that there was no trace of the bruise had given him as Alia said. He flexed his hand experimentally and found that there was no pain. Come to think of it, the usual aches and pain he had due to his unhealthy lifestyle had disappeared as well.

He was still the same scrawny kid with a mop of dark hair and unremarkable black eyes but he looked healthier than ever. Alia had one said he would be quite handsome if he wasn’t always dirty and miserable all the time. He wondered what she would say about him now.

Stepping into the shower, he took his time cleaning himself up. It wasn’t often he got to bathe and the number of time he had access to a shower in a year he could count in one hand.

Reflecting on what Alia had explained to him, he wondered why he was one to get this class. He was utterly uninteresting. He was just another homeless thief in one of countless towns and cities. To think that he would be as lucky as one in a hundred million people was absurd.

Plus, the class he got sounded ominous and frankly, pretty awesome.

He turned off the shower and started toweling himself off. Just as he was finishing up, his eyes caught the discarded articles of clothing in a basket. Double checking the door was locked, he quickly rushed to the basket and rummaged around, finding a pair of Alia’s panties.

There was nothing special about them, just plain blue panties but Cal rubbed them between his fingers as if he were holding a precious item. Bringing them to his nose, he breathed in deeply. To his delight, Alia’s scent still lingered. He still remembered the first time he had got bold enough to try this, he was terrified but thrilled to be doing something illicit with this crush’s undergarments.

He felt himself getting hard and breathed in again, bringing a hand to his dick and began stroking it. It fit snugly in his one hand even at full hardness. It was just one other part of his body affected by his malnourishment and he had spied on enough men and women going at it to know that he was very much on the small side.

“What’s taking so long?” Alia called loudly from outside. “Are you jerking off in there?”

Alex spluttered and stuffed the panties into the basket. That woman was terrifyingly accurate at guessing sometimes. “I- I’ll be right outside.”

He scrambled to wrap the towel around himself and stepped out of the bathroom, trying not to make the blush on his face disappear.

Alia had moved the chair back near the table and there was a plate of hot food waiting for him. He shot her a grateful smile and sat down to dig in. She waited patiently for him to finish and heard her going through her trunk again.

He sighed contently and leaned back on the chair. Two good meals in a row were rare for him. Sure he could have asked Alia for food at anytime she would have obliged without complaint but he didn’t want to **** her hospitality like that.

“Here.” Alia threw him a set of clothes and he turned his chair around to look at her questioningly. “What? I’m not letting you wear those dirty clothes and I’m sure as hell not going to wash them for you.”

He looked down at the clothes in his lap. They were a simple pair of short sleeved shirt and pants, both brown and a little worn. She had also given him a pair of shoes to wear.

“These are boys’ clothes. Why do you have boys’ clothes?”

“They’re mine, you idiot.”

He held them up in his hands and saw that they were just about the right size for him. Plus, there was no way to tell that the shirt and pants belonged to a woman.

“These look like they would fit me perfectly.”

Alia raised her eyebrow and he looked at her chest to make his point. Her breasts were large enough that there was no way they would fit into these clothes. Just trying to put on the shirt would no doubt pop off a few buttons and tear the shirt. That gave him a wonderful mental image which he filed away for later.

He ears had turned pink in embarrassment. “I was fifteen okay? I hadn’t fully grown yet.”

“Clearly. That was one hell of a transformation.”

She threw a pillow at him and he laughed, getting up to change. He cleared his throat but Alia stared at him challengingly.

“What? I’m not stopping you,” she said smugly, making him sigh. She was no doubt taking **** for that little jab.

He turned around, unwilling to show her his dick and dropped the towel, quickly pulling the pants on as he heard her snort behind him. Grumbling under his breath, he buttoned up his shirt and sat back down, pulling the shoes on.

“You're clean and your scars are gone but you’re still scrawny as hell,” Alia teased him. That made him pause.

“My scars are gone?”

She nodded in confirmation. “That’s one of the perks of unlocking your class,” she informed him. “Your body is healed of any injuries and diseases. Basically, your body becomes brand new.”

“What if I didn’t have a hand before unlocking a class,” he questioned.

“Then that would have regrown. It only happens once though, a gift to go along with your class.”

“Holy fuck. That’s insane.”

“That’s the way the it works. The system gives everyone a fair chance.” She grimaced. “Mostly everyone.”

Cal allowed her a moment of silence before he started questioning her. “So you were going to tell me about stats?”

“Right.” Alia shook her head and leaned forward, causing his eyes to once again fall to the light cleavage that was on display. She smirked and leaned forward more, giving him a deeper view.

‘You minx.’ She often did that to him, knowing it would rile him up. She was comfortable enough with him to tease him with sights such as this. He wasn’t complaining though, he just wish he could go further.

“Stats,” she began loudly, drawing his attention back, “are you physical and spiritual attributes quantified. Classed people can view what stats they currently have. You can look at that later. First, tell me the description of your class.”

“How do I do that?”

“Think [Status].”

He did as he was told and a familiar blue box popped up in front of him.

Name: Caldor

Level: 0

Class: World shaper

[Stats]

[Skills]

[Perks]

[Quests]

[Codex]

”I can see a bunch of… text?”

“Oh gee, text? Really? I never would’ve guessed,” Alia said sarcastically.

He glared at the box, knowing that she couldn’t see it but only his glare.

“It’s a good thing I taught you how to read, huh? That’s coming in handy right now. Read it out.”

Cal grumbled as read out the text to her. She told him to concentrate on his class and when he did, the box now showed different text.

[World Shaper]:

Sentient beings, objects and monsters are shaped by the world around them. It molds them, defines their very existence. The world changes them, but not you. This unique class makes the world your plaything. Change anything and anyone, provided you have the necessary power.

Class allows changing everything around you to your desire. With time and effort, almost nothing is impossible.

As he finished reading it out, he realized how ridiculous the description sounded. The world was his plaything? Change anything?

He dismissed the screen to see Alia looking at him intently.

“Uh… Alia?”

She stared at him for a long moment making him squirm before she spoke.

“That sounds stupidly overpowered.”