Sebastian scanned the rooftops of the buildings adjacent to him, weighing his options carefully. Crossing the streets below was a death sentence—cars abandoned in fiery wreckage, snarled with choking crowds of undead. Instead, rooftop hopping seemed the smarter bet.
"Too tall… too small… and way too infested…" he muttered, eyes narrowing as he circled the roof's edge. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and decay, the distant groans of zombies closing in sending chills down his spine.
He began pacing, footsteps echoing on cracked concrete, searching for a path to the coliseum through the tangled urban jungle. Below, the building's base was already being besieged, zombies clawing at windows and doors like rabid dogs.
[Global System Notice]
Archetype Selection Commencing
Time Until Selection: 00:00:10
REQUIRED!
"Oh…? I'm guessing this is sort of a class selection mechanic," Sebastian mused, a wry smile creeping across his face.
He plopped down cross-legged in the center of the roof, hands casually resting on his knees, eyes narrowing in amused anticipation as the countdown ticked away.
"I'm not new to this kind of stuff—I even starred in live-action adaptations of stories just like this." His voice dripped with sarcasm and confidence.
"Of course I'm gonna pick something OP."
[NekoMaster43]: I stream hopped for a bit, almost everyone says the same thing lol.
[RealOlympian_Xx]: Let's just hope they don't get too disappointed.
"Don't worry viewers, I got this all under control!"
Time Until Selection: 00:00:00
Archetype Selection Begin
[Viewer50092]: See you soon.
[GodOfDrama]: I hope he's gonna at least get something interesting.
[BloodPartyXx]: If this is another generic warrior I might drop this stream entirely.
Then the world snapped into silence. Time itself seemed to freeze—the distant wind stilled, dust and debris hung suspended in the air like frozen rain. Even Sebastian was locked in place, cross-legged on the rooftop, eyes closed as if in meditation.
The trial had begun—one that would define his power, his fate.
Sebastian's eyes snapped open. He found himself in a room unlike any he'd seen before—walls gleaming with a cold, futuristic metal, pulsating with neon blue veins of light that crawled and twisted like living circuitry. The air hummed with latent energy, thick and electric.
"I guess this is it, huh…" he muttered, glancing down.
His usual chat box was gone, silence replacing the usual flood of viewer comments.
In the center of the room, a pedestal materialized, bearing a massive book whose pages fluttered on their own. Arcane symbols rose off the parchment, swirling upward in glowing ribbons of light.
"Becoming powerful here I come…"
Sebastian approached the pedestal, fingertips grazing the cover. A rush of strange, foreign energy surged through him, cold and vibrant all at once.
[Deciding Archetype]
[Reading Memories]
[Defining Personality]
"Is this how this works…? Oh wow… I'm gonna have way too much fun with this!"
He flipped his hair dramatically, one hand still resting on the book as it sifted through his past and personality with clinical precision.
[Deciding Archetype: Error]
[Reading Memories: 100%]
[Defining Personality: Error]
[Trial Chosen: Arcane Sovereign Path – Arcane Initiate – Mage Archetype]
"Oooh, sounds powerful… I like it!"
[Accept Archetype?]
"Hell yes!"
[Beginning Trial of the Arcane Sovereign]
The sterile room warped and dissolved in an instant—the pedestal and book vanishing like mist. In their place stood a vast, labyrinthine library, ceiling lost to shadow, shelves floating and spinning in defiance of gravity, with vantage points scattered throughout the dizzying expanse.
"I think I'm going to have a rough time… haha."
He spoke, voice tinged with a mix of amusement and nervous excitement.
A wooden wand suddenly appeared in his hand, along with a floating spellbook beside him—its pages blank, pristine.
"Neat…"
Before he could get comfortable, a fiery orb streaked past, barely grazing his cheek and carving a smoking crater into the floor nearby.
"Not neat!"
He shouted, eyes wide, heart racing as the smell of scorched stone filled his nostrils.
"The price to pay for power, I guess!"
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he dove behind a towering bookshelf, breath ragged. He stared at the wand and empty book—their silent promise heavy with deadly lessons yet to come.
Guess his trial on magic was just beginning. It was life or death now.