The morning after the battle, I apologized to the shepherd about the condition of the field.
> "Sorry… about the mess."
But the man only shook his head in disbelief.
> "You defeated a Rank-C Alpha? Together?" he said, stunned. "Kid, you saved my whole herd. That field? Worth it."
After thanking him, I dragged the corpses—the Alpha Cunning Wolf and a few regular Cunning Wolves—back toward Mavela Guild, with Aisha helping me carry the load.
She walked beside me, humming quietly.
She looked… different now. No longer the terrifying Blood Howler, but a beautiful Beastkin girl with jet-black hair, a soft tail, and glowing crimson eyes.
I stared at her profile, then opened my Status Interface.
> Name: Aisha
Race: Beastkin (Blood Howler)
Class: Beserker
Magic: Hellfire, Blood
Level: 350
Confused, I asked:
> "Aisha?"
Her fluffy ears twitched. "Yes, Master?" she answered sweetly.
> "Are you still… the Blood Howler?"
Her tail wagged happily. "Of course! I'm the Blood Howler you raised, remember?"
We talked the whole way back to the guild, the mood oddly peaceful after last night's chaos.
But the moment we arrived at the guild gates, silence fell.
Every adventurer nearby stopped what they were doing, eyes widening at the sight of a kid and a beautiful girl dragging the corpses of Cunning Wolves—and one huge Alpha.
And then she stepped forward.
> Aula Hermistia.
Elf. Guild receptionist. She is a kind person but definitely scary when serious.
She examined the corpses with calm precision… until she saw Aisha.
> "Who is this Beastkin?" she asked, her tone neutral but sharp.
> "She's Aisha," I said with a smile. "She's my Bloo—"
I froze mid-sentence.
Aula's eyes narrowed. Her presence shifted. I felt a cold pressure in the air—her Sage Aura was active.
The entire guild fell silent.
> "You carry Forbidden Magic within you," she said, eyes glowing.
Everyone stepped back. No one had ever seen Aula angry—until now.
Aisha sensed the danger, but didn't move. She was waiting for my command.
I raised my hand.
> "Please, Miss Aula," I said. "She's my partner that I raised remember. She just I don't know. Evolved maybe. That's all."
I showed her my Status Interface, revealing my elements—Hellfire and Blood. Her expression darkened further.
> "Both are categorized under Forbidden Magic," she muttered. "And yet… a teenager like you…"
I told her about the Berserker Class I had awakened during the fight. She gasped.
> "That's impossible. Tamers cannot inherit other class! Let alone a Beserker?!"
I showed her the interface again. It was real.
Aula stared in silence for a few seconds, then finally exhaled and took the corpses, handing me my reward without another word.
> I didn't even ask about a rank promotion. I just wanted to leave.
But as I turned to go, I passed someone.
And instantly felt it—a heavy, crushing aura. Like walking past a thunderstorm.
A towering, muscular man stood in my path. His hair was wild. His eyes glowed with power. His body radiated combat instinct.
> "Baran Algorit…" I whispered.
The Guildmaster.
Rank-S Brawler, and still an active adventurer.
Aisha and I continued on to a clothing shop nearby. I didn't know much about female fashion, so I picked something that looked like what women adventurers wore—leather leggings, armored sleeves, and a cloak.
But then I heard shouting outside.
> "ARES MELEDRIC!"
I turned sharply. "That's… my name."
> "IS THERE A PROBLEM, SIR?!"
Baran stood in the middle of the street, glaring.
He charged, fist raised.
Aisha jumped in front of me just in time to block the blow, but we were both sent flying back several meters.
I gasped, tasting blood.
> "Aisha… are you okay?"
She growled, her eyes glowing crimson. "I'm fine, Master."
Baran laughed. "Weaklings! This is all it took to knock you flat?"
> "Please, Mr. Baran," I said, rising shakily. "You're strong. We get it. But don't hit a woman."
He smirked. "What can a Rank-E do, huh? Throw herbs at me?"
> "No," I replied calmly. "We can do this."
Aisha leapt, activating Berserker Rage, her Axe of Suzaku wreathed in Blood and Hellfire. She slammed Baran down, stunning him momentarily.
As he staggered, I dashed in—fist blazing with rage—and punched him with all my might. My Berserker Rage amplified the force, launching him backwards into the guild wall.
The street fell silent.
Baran coughed, looked up, and laughed—this time not arrogantly, but… impressed.
> "Hah… not bad, kid."
I walked over and offered my hand.
> "Sorry for causing a scene. Let's call it a draw?"
He took my hand with a grin. "You're not like other Tamers… That much is clear."
Aisha just huffed and turned away with a "Hmph."
> "Meet me at the guild tomorrow," Baran said. "I've got questions."
That moment—when we walked away—was when the rumors began.
Whispers of a Rank-E Tamer defeating a Rank-S Brawler.
Word spread fast… all the way to the Royal Knights Training Camp, where my old rival Ion Kalculos was training to become a Rank-A Royal Knight.
And so, the world slowly began to notice the boy with zero stats, I mean one stats, —
> The All Class Tamer.