Free Web NovelChapter 40: Chapter40-Memories of the Failed Challengers
[Consumed 1,000 attribute points. Strength increased to 6,003!]
John’s strength surged violently within his body, and his bent legs forcibly straightened a little.
[Consumed 1,000 attribute points. Spirit increased to 51,010!]
A newborn surge of Spirit flowed into his mind like a tide. The illusions before John’s eyes instantly became much fainter.
[Consumed 1,000 attribute points. Agility increased to 5,767!]
After allocating points to Agility, John’s reaction speed rose once more. In his perception, the cutting speed of the thin threads clearly slowed down.
[Consumed 1,000 attribute points. Intelligence increased to 46,515!]
At this moment, the class runes in John’s eyes had almost pushed his obscure, overwhelmed mind to the point of bursting.
After the point allocation, the structure of the runes clearly became much more orderly.
[Consumed 1,000 attribute points. Constitution increased to 16,010!]
After the Constitution allocation was complete, the wounds on John’s body rapidly healed by a small degree.
At this moment, he had already started treating attribute points as emergency repair materials.
Whichever attribute could no longer hold on, he would immediately add points to it.
This was no longer a simple increase to his stats panel.
Every point allocation was equivalent to welding a new seam onto a vessel that was about to crack apart!
As he continued allocating points, the class law power released by the five stone pillars grew stronger and stronger.
Under the terrifying pressure, cracks even began to appear on the stone slabs beneath John’s feet.
But from beginning to end, he never knelt.
Under his constant point allocation, the five attributes soared continuously, raising the threshold of what he could endure.
Finally, just as the light from the five stone pillars was almost about to drown his figure completely, five law runes lit up at the same time.
They swiftly transformed into streams of light and entered his body.
John let out a muffled groan as the pressure on his body suddenly decreased.
After forcibly steadying himself, a system notification rang beside his ear.
[Congratulations, you have passed the Hall of the Unclassed assessment!]
[Congratulations, you have passed the basic vessel test!]
[Congratulations, you have obtained the trial identity: Bearer!]
[All class skill seals have been partially lifted!]
Before John could check the details, another new notification popped up.
[Attention: You have only proven that you possess the basic foundation to carry class laws!]
[You have yet to prove that you can govern class conflicts!]
Upon seeing this prompt, John instantly understood.
At this moment, he could already confirm that the difficulty of becoming an All-Class Magus was not limited to meeting attribute requirements.
Most likely, meeting the attribute standard only granted one the qualification to enter.
The true difficulty lay in preventing the powers of all classes from clashing and tearing at one another.
Even so, just to deal with this entry-level assessment, John had nearly collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.
He gasped heavily for breath.
Thanks to his advantage in Constitution, his recovery speed was extremely fast.
Within just a few breaths, John regained the strength to stand.
He had only just broken free from the tearing force of the five basic laws and had yet to fully recover when the space around him suddenly collapsed.
The once-empty hall seemed to be crushed apart by an invisible existence.
Darkness surged forth again, sweeping over everything.
In the next instant, he was already standing in the center of a vast theater.
There were no spectators around the theater.
There were only twenty-seven empty seats.
Before each seat sat a broken relic.
John swept his gaze across them and saw a snapped longsword, a shattered staff, a bloodstained holy emblem, a decayed summoning contract, and a damaged astrolabe.
There were also charred alchemy gloves, cursed pages bound in chains, and many other remnants.
John continued to raise his gaze.
The moment he lifted his head, twenty-seven beams of light descended at the same time.
In an instant, a massive flood of memories poured into his mind.
They were scenes of the past twenty-seven challengers who had participated in the Trial of the First Seat and failed during the challenge.
Their class skills, combat styles, causes of death, and even the fear and unwillingness they felt before death were all forcibly stuffed into the depths of John’s consciousness.
As he reviewed the memories, John discovered that these twenty-seven challengers covered nearly all mainstream classes.
Warriors, knights, assassins, archers, elemental mages, priests, Summoners, necromancers, alchemists, curse masters, astrologers, mechanics, beast tamers, clerics, shadow walkers...
Every type was present.
And without exception, all of them had been geniuses and elites of their respective classes.
But every one of these challengers had failed.
Some warriors possessed peerless physical bodies, but when the Spirit Law was infused into them, their consciousness was forcibly drained dry and they became puppets.
Some necromancers were proficient in summoning undead, but under the backlash of the priest system’s purification power, their souls were forcibly shattered into fragments of nothingness.
Some alchemists tried to use alchemical creations to bear the burden of class conflicts in their place, only for their bodies and magical devices to twist and fuse together, turning them alive into monsters. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Some multi-class users had mastered several different class skills, but when they released them at the same time, they were torn apart by their own power and reduced to a mist of blood.
Within these memories, John also saw the past of the Stargazing Witch.
This Stargazing Witch was the only trial-taker who had left this place alive.
Back then, the Stargazing Witch had nearly reached the final step, but she did not continue suppressing the conflicts between classes.
Out of the innate curiosity of an astrologer, she activated her astrological ability and attempted to use the Trial of the First Seat to reverse-peek into the fate of the First Seat.
Within the memory, John borrowed her perspective and saw beyond the starry sky.
There seemed to be a blurry figure standing there.
And behind that figure was an enormous shadow that could not be understood with his current cognition.
With just that single glance, the Stargazing Witch’s fate line was torn apart.
Her body immediately began to grow backward, and her soul suffered the backlash of the star tracks.
From then on, she was forever fixed in a childlike state and could never recover.
The Stargazing Witch did not die.
But she had failed.
Just as John finished digesting these memories, an icy background voice sounded from the depths of the theater.
"The core of the All-Class Magus was never some so-called scroll.
That scroll was nothing more than a fabricated form created specifically to make it easier for the outside world to understand.
Its true core lies in countless failures, allowing trial-takers of all classes to find balance within themselves.
New trial-taker, from this moment onward, you shall inherit all skills and class knowledge of the twenty-seven failed challengers before you.
You will never die, but neither will you be able to leave this place.
Use every skill you possess to defeat them, or remain here forever!"
The moment the voice fell, John noticed that all restraints on his skills had been lifted.
Around him, the projections of the twenty-seven failed challengers emerged one after another.
At the same time, the skills of the twenty-seven failed challengers were forcibly loaded into his skill bar.
The instant those failed challengers’ skills entered his body, John felt a terrifying pressure.
For the first time, he understood that having too many skills did not necessarily mean being powerful.
Before John could sort out the conflicts between the skills inside his body, the twenty-seven failed projections swiftly attacked him.
John instinctively wanted to activate Summon Undead and use an undead tide to temporarily hold them off.
But in the next instant, the priest-type skills within his body rapidly rejected the aura of death, causing the activation to fail.
"Damn it!"
John’s expression changed drastically.
