Oh, yes! Yes, you did!

Waitress
Race: Human
Level: 1 -> 5
Hit Points: 1 -> 21
Mana: 0 -> 5
Melee Attack: 1 -> 5
Ranged Attack: 0
Magic Attack: 0
Physical Defense: 0 -> 5

No weaknesses or resistances

Special Abilities:
Exceptional Balance
Charming
Basic Evasion: You have 5% chance to evade physical attacks.

Hit points! You’ve got hit points! Finally, you can take a hit without dying… at least as long as it is a weak enough hit. You also have mana, better defense, and a new skill. Though none of those things will make much of a difference: You have no spells to cast and 5% evasion is only marginally better than none. Even your new defense is too low to be of real help. But who cares about any of that? You leveled up! For the first time ever! You’re ready to start jumping in joy… then you remember that you are still in a combat area.

A quick look around reveals that the remaining defenders have been slaughtered and the elves and their wolves have left, likely in search of more people to kill. Looks like you’re safe, at least for a short while.

All of the other waitresses that survived are looking at you with curiosity in their eyes. The first one to speak is the one that joined you in hiding behind the statue. “So… you leveled up?” She asks the obvious question.

“Yep! I’m now level 5.” You tell her.

“Wait, that’s it? Just four levels? That jerk always brags how he’s a high-level badass warrior. I thought he’d be worth a bit more experience than that.”

“I guess someone should tell him that having a high level in jerkass is not the same as having a high level in his class.” Adds another one of the waitresses and gets a few brief laughs in return.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Inquires a third.

“I’m… not really sure.” You admit. “I’d love to pay back all the jerks that kill us without a care in the world just because it’s easier for them that way, but with my current stats I’m still too weak. I need to come up with a plan.”

“Well, you’re not the only one tired of dying, so whatever you decide to do I’ll support you.” Declares one of your colleagues.

“Me too!” Joins another one.

“Me three!”

“Me four!”

Soon you find yourself surrounded by waitresses looking for some payback – and waiting for your plan…