Amber | Chapter 130. (Patreon)

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Amber had a lot of things in mind going into this Class Advancement. After all, it was her level 200 advancement. At this point her level was high enough to be unrivaled in the entirety of Cytel except for the king itself. And she was quite sure that she was quite above average in the world as a whole. 

And there were many other things. How would her progress affect her advancement? What should she expect? She had done a lot of things lately, things she hadn’t touched upon before such as magic. And there was also something else that she wondered about. 

What is the special level 200 advancement? The Saint of Truth had spouted it as if that automatically made him better. Had she missed it? 

Amber didn’t know, but all of her questions, curiosities, and worries compounded into a heart-racing anticipation that kept her at the edge. All there was in her vision was darkness. And it had been for some time. Normally, the visions at this point in time would have already been well on their way, but it seemed that things right now were different. But Amber didn’t grow impatient, instead she patiently waited. 

And a moment later, it began. 

Amber quickly found herself in a large cavernous cavity with pillars that supported the ceiling. There was darkness as far as the eye could see, it was reminiscent of the floors of the Grand Dungeon of Torl, but much more spacious. As if it was a linear cavity in the ground with pillars to support it from caving in.

Though, when Amber turned she saw a tomb. Or what seemed to be a sarcophagus of sorts. It was nothing more than a coffin made out of rock, but it seemed sealed and the erosion had worn away the once sculpted shape of a man that was at the top of it. Was it the object of interest? Amber wasn’t so sure. 

But her answers were answered a moment later as the ceiling above her burst. 

A meaty man fell down, wearing nothing but felt lined pants that seemed to have been carved out of a bear, and his hair was long and oily, at the same time the man was pale like a vampire yet bulging with muscle. And the first thing Amber noted was how strong the man’s presence was. She was quite sure that even with full strength buffs she’d struggle to compete against him. 

Which was… obvious. 

[???. Lvl. ???]

And the second thing Amber noted is his massive grin as he grabbed onto the tomb, something was there that excited him. 

“Halt!” 

A loud call came as three mages teleported into the scene, and one of them gave Amber pause. Not because they were familiar. Not because the danger they emitted was higher than the Archmage, but because of what he was holding. On his hands was a metallic staff, one with a green stone at its tip⁠— Arkara’s Staff.

Why is it here? Amber however, had no time to ponder about things as the staff was pointed forward.

“Surrender immediately,” he said angrily. “Otherwise suffer the consequences for entering the Mercenary King’s tomb.” 

“There is only one king,” the man said laughing as he ripped off the top of the stone coffin. “And that is me.”

He pulled out a golden and worn out crown as he put it atop his head, essentially defiling the resting place of the ‘Mercenary King’ and at that moment, a vein popped on the leading mage’s forehead, from anger and disrespect.

“Kill this man!” 

The berserker in front of  her laughed, and a moment later he was blasted with two spells that were easily stronger than anything she could output without external artifacts. And yet, even though it had been a direct hit, the man burst from the smoke and reached for a mage. 

And⁠— he grabbed him without a barrier interfering as he snapped the man’s neck. The two other mage’s eyes went wide and the weaker mage called. 

“Repulse!” 

The kinetic spell went off and hit the man only to do nothing. The berserker guffawed and teleported, reaching for his hand as a gigantic boulder hit him⁠ at supersonic speeds— blowing him away. It came from the mage wielding Arkara’s Staff. 

The man laughed as his bones cracked into place and then pounced as the mage’s eyes narrowed. 

“Keep him away from me,” he commanded. “Use earth magic or ice magic.”

The other mage nodded and the berserker simply laughed as a multitude of objects crashed into him. He seemed to only be ramming against them, and yet oddly enough for Amber the damage was minimal. That said, it was boring, or a bit boring. 

That was until she felt danger. Danger similar to the one she had felt with the Archmage. Certain death. 

Her head snapped to see the mage raising Arkara’s Staff, its crystal shining white as silver flames slightly leaked out of the head of the staff. And multiple runes were going off. It was a powerful spell. One that was powered by the primordial artifact. Amber was quite sure it would be incredibly destructive.

And yet nothing could have prepared her for what happened after. 

The berserker rushed and this time he finally teleported onto the mage, whose eyes narrowed as he pointed his staff forward.

“Incinerator of Carnage.”

And in a single moment the silver flames consumed everything, turning everything to ash without so much as burning it in a cone in front. Amber watched as the ceiling and the ground was carved out as if it had never existed in the first place. She watched as the air disappeared out of existence before imploding with a loud boom. 

It was a spell that had the capacity to erase anything out of existence, at least from what she could tell. A terrifying thing that didn’t seem to be blockable. And yet, a laugh echoed. 

The mage looked down at the newly made incline as the berserker stepped forward, the silver flames flickering on his skin threatening to burn out yet not doing as much as singeing him. Something that surprised Amber, and something that puzzled her what the class was doing exactly. It wasn’t invulnerability but it was still strong. 

“A mere scratch, you gonna have to do better than that, bud.” 

The mage gritted his teeth and pointed his staff as another magic circle was made. Sweat trailing down his forehead as he exerted himself. 

“Incinerator of⁠—”

And the berserker flicked his fingers, making a loud clap as the magic was erased from the surroundings. Then he teleported on top of the mage and did an axe kick as a loud bang resounded. And blood splattered as the mage instantly died. 

Amber blinked as she noticed runes shining all over the man’s body, dozens if not hundreds of them. They were body enhancements. And his body wasn’t dying from them. That… shocked her.

The other mage picked Arkara’s Staff in a hurry and teleported away and the man merely laughed. 

“You don’t understand do you? Magic is…” 

He pulled his fist back as it began to shine. 

“Merely fuel for me.” 

 And he punched as everything in a cone radius was blown apart, the entire place caved in on itself as the surroundings exploded. And all the man did was… laugh. He cackled as the entire underground collapsed on itself, and soon, the vision ended. 

Amber just paused, staring at the void. 

What happened? That was possible? A class could grant her the ability to survive almost any mage? At the same time, maybe the man had access to Essence, maybe not ⁠— she didn’t see it in the vision ⁠— but if she could activate the runes with Essence wouldn’t that be completely insane?

Just how strong would she become? 

A moment later, the notification came. 

[You have met the requirements for Class Advancement: ‘Cursed Magical Berserker’ You have studied magic to the extent any mage would be shocked of, acquired a Legacy Branch, have slain an enemy four advancements above you and more importantly, you have attained Primordial Power. 

The Cursed Magical Berserker is a berserker that is versed in magic, and they are unafraid of it. They are nigh immune to magical attacks of their same tier and use it to fuel themselves. All magical sources serve them for power. For a warrior’s power should encapsulate the entire world. Magic attacks will heal them, mana will heal them, the only way to stop them is with physical attacks or overwhelmingly strong magic. There have been five Cursed Magical Berserker’s since the beginning of it all. 

You may change class if requirements for a better class are met.

Would you like to acquire this class? Bonuses to stats will be applied, Cursed Magical Berserker skills will become available on future level ups. Current Skills may see change. Class Advancement paths may be lost.]

More than that, the class made her immune to level 200 magic, and made her highly resistant to the magic above. It would make any fight against any mage infinitely easier. And not only that but it seemed to apply to Essence as well. 

It would turn her into a bonafide tank. A true juggernaut that would be able to fuel itself for destruction. She was sure that the Archmage would be unable to decapitate her even with Arkara’s Staff under this class, which went to show how highly resistant to magic Cursed Magical Berserker was. 

In fact, if she took it it would make every single fight against any kind of mage trivial. 

Mages were commonplace in the world of Vir due to their advancement conditions being easier. 

Meaning that, she would be a force to be reckoned with and she would grow to be unrivaled if she stuck with it. 

The allure was there, and it tempted her. Making her gulp. The idea of never having to experience a decapitation like that again, the idea that no mage would be able to be an incredible threat to her unless they were way overleveled was enticing. 

Of course, the right spell would still do a number of her. And yet, this was the first class, and from what she could tell there was no immediate way to tell if it was the special advancement the mage had spoken about. 

And that was what stopped her from making a choice. 

She took a deep breath.

“I wish to see the next vision.” 

And a moment later, light came, marking the start of her next vision. Amber found herself blocking the source with her hand as it was too much for her, but a moment later her vision adjusted. 

The first thing she saw were the flying dust particles under the bright multicolored light in her vision, the second thing she saw was the walls and pillars which were a weathered bone white. 

Finally, her eyes landed on the red carpet at her feet and on the stained glass that was looming in front of her. And there, in front of her lay some steps and going over them, there was a man kneeling. She could only see his back. He had a white robe and short black hair, and the different colors of the glass were mainly pouring down on him, coloring his body with the myriad of shades present. 

The stained glass depicted a man reaching towards a man of blue light, a Primordial Spirit. And Amber was now more puzzled than ever. Especially because the entire place, the entire room resembled the inside of a cathedral, and an air of holiness permeated the surroundings. It was something she had never expected. Especially given the man was the focus of the vision. 

“Curses, they should have never come to this world, for they are the bane of what was once great,” the man said, kneeling before looking up towards the stained glass. “Isn’t that right? Glorious First, you never intended to allow humankind to access such a wicked power, and yet you had no choice but to after the First Demon came.” 

Amber raised her brow. 

“And now, we’re stuck trying to eradicate this impure power from this world. Even though you had no choice but to incorporate it into your own creation…” 

So, curses aren’t native to the System? Amber was now more curious than ever. At the same time, the words the man was saying were somewhat familiar. After all, the man showed some of the ideologies she had heard from the Saints of Truth. And at the same time. Why is this vision anti-curses?

This was her Class Advancement, and as a cursed berserker all of her classes would involve curses. Amber frowned. 

Is this the special advancement the mage spoke about? 

She was intrigued, not outright denying the possibility. 

The man continued after a moment of silence. 

“But that doesn’t matter, you’ve left us a mission. A simple mission: to eradicate all traces of demons from this world, for they should have never touched your paradise…”

The man slowly stood up, and unsheathed a black sword, and a moment Amber blinked. His stature, his wide back, his singular one-handed sword⁠— it all seemed familiar. Her eyes momentarily widened as the likeness of a different person entered her mind, but she quickly dismissed her concerns. 

Maybe this really was her special advancement. 

“And I will fulfill the mission you’ve left us, grand First. I will undo the transgressions of my ancestors, even if it kills me…”

His voice came down to a whisper and a moment later, the stained glass window exploded. A twisted monster clawed at him but he simply blocked it with his sword, as he was sent sliding across the room, passing by Amber and allowing her to see his face. Allowing her to see his golden and dead eyes. 

Ishtar…? And she paused. At first, she wanted to deny it, she wanted to deny the feeling that the man gave her, but now it was unmistakable. Why does he look the same? Once again, she only had one answer to that. 

Amber turned and saw the man’s expression twist with disgust; his facial features were the same, and so were his expressions yet, the way he looked at the demon before him was with nothing with anger. 

The demon resembled the Server of Chaos, but his skin was a deep brown color with a charred texture, and rather than muscular he was hunched with a spiked spine. 

[???. Lvl. ???] 

And he was at the very least, level 300.  

“I’ve finally found you, the descendant of the multi-faced human.” 

In response, the man’s face turned cold as he lifted his shining sword into the air. And danger filled the surroundings. Oppressive danger that made her eyes widen and for her first response to freeze. It was more powerful than any attack in the previous visions, or that she had seen. 

“Do not link me to that heathen. Scum,” the man said with a chilly echo. 

The demon laughed, pointing an empurpled hand towards the man. 

“Is that so, Ishtar’s look-alike? How about you die⁠—”

“Judgment.”

And a blinding light struck the demon as a loud shriek echoed, the entire cathedral exploded as Amber was forced to cover her eyes as her heart skipped from the sheer strength of the attack. It easily dwarfed Frei’s Archmage tier spell. 

The deep rumble echoed, her legs trembled and the light continued on coming before it ended. 

And when Amber opened her eyes, all she saw was ruination. The bone-white walls of the cathedral were now charred, and the ceiling was burst open giving way to a sunny day. And in the spot where the demon was, there was only a black crater. It wasn’t very wide, just a few meters but its depth was another thing. Staring down it, made her certain of one thing⁠—

That attack would kill her instantly, and it had been a simple skill. One that hadn’t required preparation. She gulped at the sight. 

The man was standing at the edge of it with a frown, before he spat.

“I’m the Second Principality of the Saints of Truth, know your place lowly demon.” 

And he turned around as he walked away, and Amber simply stared. She continued to stare as the vision ended, feeling a mixture of shock and confusion. 

She…

Had gotten a vision about the Saints of Truth⁠— not only that but it involved Ishtar’s descendant. And he was strong. His class was strong, incredibly so. Amber felt her heart beating as the vision ended and the notification came. 

[You have met the requirements for Class Advancement: ‘Enlightened Inexorable Berserker' You have fought all kind of foes and seen different views of the world. One of your precious friends hates Demons. And you have fought multiple lightblessed opponents. 

The Enlightened Inexorable Berserker is a berserker that was chosen by the gods themselves, someone who has chosen to forego curses, and someone with access to Primordial Power. The Enlightened Inexorable Berserker has turned their curses into a power to eradicate them and fight them. Blessings are their friend, powers with no drawbacks and only upsides. They specialize in fighting the supernatural and demons. And just like your current class; their will is unstoppable. There has only been one Enlightened Inexorable Berserker since the beginning of it all. 

All your curses will be changed into blessings upon acquiring this class. 

You may change class if requirements for a better class are met.

Cursewelder will adapt accordingly. 

Would you like to acquire this class? Bonuses to stats will be applied, Chosen Enlightened Berserker kills will become available on future level ups. Current Skills may see change. Class Advancement paths may be lost.]

She blinked. It was an alternate version of her current class, but more powerful. A lot more powerful. And yet, she didn’t know how to feel about it. Just like the Legacy Branch she had picked, she wanted to recoil at it, but the class itself didn’t force some weird ideology or destiny onto her. 

It was a class. And maybe it was a special class too. 

Perhaps class options like this, or the demon one were on their way to becoming a trend. 

The thought of picking this class also excited her to some extent, but not enough to exactly jump at it. She would still be able to fight demons just fine, and probably heal from deadly injuries just as fine if not better⁠— in fact, there was no drawback to it, and the only reason not to pick it if it was the best option would truly be semantics. 

Curse or blessing⁠— she didn’t really care too much so long as it allowed her to stay true to herself. 

Amber closed her eyes, deciding to accept the possibility of having a ‘saintly’ class. A very strong one. After rationalizing it, the idea of trying some kind of new power excited her even. In fact, being able to do that, to fight against demons like that⁠— what would probably be her final enemy made her more than just happy. 

She was unsure if it would be the best option, but it almost felt like it. Even in spite of the seemingly contradictory nature. In spite of all of that it excited her, because she kept an open mind, because it was a class not a religious ideology. 

“But, I still have one more option.” She smiled. 

She didn’t dislike this class, and while she was still unsure if this was the special advancement or, something else, she still waited with baited breath for the next vision to start. 

And a moment later, it began, the first thing that Amber noticed was the sounds of rain pelting a window, and the next thing she noticed was the crackling of the fireplace that was next to her. She turned only to see she was inside a wooden hut, and it seemed to be completely empty at the moment. 

That was until she sensed danger, Amber didn’t dodge knowing it was an illusion but a moment later, a figure burst from the ceiling and hit the ground before the entire hut exploded from the shockwave. Amber winced, and yet the figure stood up, their bones cracking and it was a woman. 

In fact, it looked like her except her hair was messier and her skin was darker, and she was laughing. 

[???. Lvl. ???]

At least Level 300. 

“Oi, come on now, you’re going to need to do a lot better.” She stretched, shaking her hands as if warming up. “That barely hurt me.” 

She laughed and a moment later, she dodged out of the way and⁠— her body was split in half by a man wielding a giant saber. She lost more than just her shoulder and arm, but half of her torso as her eyes widened. 

Amber took a look at his level, and he was also nothing but question marks. And judging by the fact that she felt danger in the surroundings, it wasn’t something she wanted to even try being involved in. Yet at the same time there was a certain intensity in the gore that drew her in. Her heart was rushing. 

This class was unlike the other two, she was sure of it. 

“You just need to die!” the man screamed, and sliced again, but this time the saber got stuck and⁠—

Her body regenerated. And the saber got stuck on her body as she smiled. Making Amber pause. 

“Hey I can do that too!” 

And she swung with her mere arm in a karate chop, the man scowled and⁠— part of his body was cleaved as he screamed. And the woman laughed. 

What? That was… She gulped at the sight. Her heart was rushing. 

“It’s a bit weaker, but hey, now I can give you payback right?” Her voice turned cold and Amber blinked as she punched.

Amber quickly realized what the class was doing, and she was shocked. It truly was special. 

It didn’t carry much strength, but a loud crunch resounded and the man let out a loud grunt as he was flung into the mountain. The attack easily reaching over level 200 in power. And the woman laughed, while the man let out a deep bellow that shook the ground itself. 

“Blow!” 

And a moment later the woman⁠— exploded. 

Amber blinked, the woman in the vision. Died. Quite literally. It was an attack that would have killed her. For nothing but her feet remained, everything else was flesh paste that… began to wiggle back together.

Amber stared as it grew in size, feeling a mix of excitement and also light horror at the sight but mainly excitement, and the man that was in pain and just barely pulling himself out of the mountain seemed to share the same sentiment, because he trembled. 

Then a moment later, the woman came back to life, stretching and completely naked and yet the man just fell on his knees.

“Y-You… why can’t I kill you?” 

“Well, because I still have mana duh,” she said as if it was obvious. “Anyway it is time for you to die.”

She pointed her finger at the man and her face turned cold. 

“And it is time to repay all the pain you’ve caused me. Blow.” 

And the man exploded, splattered into the mountain wall as the environment behind blew to smithereens. As if a kinetic energy of incalculable force hit the spot and destroyed everything in its path. And Amber, simply swallowed at the sight, understanding what had happened. 

And a moment later, the vision ended as she swallowed, it was unlike anything else she had seen before, and the class option was shown to her. 

[You have met the requirements for Class Advancement: ‘Cursed Undying Berserker’ You have survived certain death, acquired a Legacy Branch, have slain an enemy four advancements above you and more importantly, you have attained Primordial Power. 

The Cursed Undying Berserker is a berserker that has died before, and they aren’t afraid to confront the very concept of ending their existence. They are someone that uses their Primordial Power to store their memories in a vessel, in order to live on and be nigh unkillable. They embody the meaning of undying, as lifespan becomes meaningless. And they will always repay the pain they are given, for undying does not mean painless. A Cursed Undying Berserker is a class that has not been seen in over ten millennia. There have only been two Cursed Undying Berserkers since the beginning of it all. 

You may change class if requirements for a better class are met.

Would you like to acquire this class? Bonuses to stats will be applied, Cursed Undying Berserker skills will become available on future level ups. Current Skills may see change. Class Advancement paths may be lost.]

Amber blinked. It was a lot stronger than she thought. If she stored her consciousness in some type of object, it seemed that she’d be able to live regardless of what she did. 

Her hand wandered to her neck, her heart was rushing now more than ever. If she had that class, even being decapitated wouldn’t be an issue. She would be able to fight through anything so long as she still had resources to expend. She would be an undying warrior, someone that could push their limits to new heights without worrying for her life. 

It was… enticing. 

More than enticing. 

It was the promise of being able to do what she wanted from now on. The promise of being able to take any risk head on without worries. The promise of having a restarting point if things go wrong. And there was still real risk, she could still die, and while many would take this opportunity and retire, having achieved pseudo-immortality, Amber didn’t see it as safety or as a way to live easily.

Rather she saw it as a way to go to the Land of Demons and fight to her heart’s content against creatures 300 levels above her. She saw it as the chance to struggle in hellish places and experience that joy. 

It was… tempting. 

Her hand trembled as she extended it towards the prompt, but she paused. She had to consider the other options carefully.

The first class stood out to her, but at the same time she felt that Cursed Undying Berserker was better no matter how she looked at it. And while there was a chance she would lose her Inexorable Skills with both, undying would probably provide a lot more benefits to make up for it. 

While Enlightened Inexorable Berserker would allow her to reach new heights, and different peaks of strength ⁠— probably allow her to be even stronger by the end of things than with Cursed Undying Berserker, it was still a bizarre option. 

However, she wasn’t going to reject it because of that, that would be idiotic. It was a fact that it was great, but the idea of Cursed Undying Berserker interested her way more. Even if there was a bit of doubt in regards to existentialism. 

It just felt right for her.

The ability to push herself to her heart’s content was unlike anything she had been offered before. 

Amber smiled and reached her hand for the notification but paused at the end. 

There was no way to see if it was a special advancement or not. And that was odd. No, more than odd. The System tended to inform her of particularities, so why hadn’t it said anything.  

It just didn’t feel right. It was a great option, but it also wasn’t all that tailored towards her specifically.

She could derivate it into something amazing, but the main thing about the class was dying; not pushing her limits, not being unstoppable, not something else. Something was missing. 

Amber tapped a finger on her chin. 

Between the three classes, Cursed Undying Berserker was objectively the best even if it didn’t fit her like a glove. 

And yet. It felt wrong.

Shouldn’t she be able to tell her advancement option was special from the get go? That was how the System had behaved so far. 

Yet, there was nothing of the like here. Which made Amber frown even more. Did it mean she was unworthy of getting a special advancement even though the mage she had killed had it? Even though she had defeated multiple level 300s? Did that mean that these advancements was the best she could do? 

Sure some other feats were with assistance, but she was sure of one thing. 

No one in her position would have been able to survive that, let alone come out on top. Even with Frei’s assistance post decapitation, other people would have died. 

And yet, the System thought she was unworthy?

“But I’m not unworthy…” 

She frowned even more, growing more upset at the second. None of her advancement options were truly special, none of them were a custom class or something that truly suited her. The closest was Enlightened Inexorable Berserker, and it didn’t feel like it was made for her specifically. None of them truly were.  

They were great but they weren’t something that she wanted to choose from the bottom of her heart. 

She grew more and more frustrated. She was now just in the black void, standing there, and able to sense there were more options, and yet it still didn’t feel right. 

She had cleared the requirements for her level 200 advancement even before seeing them. 

She had survived so many situations and gotten such a unique option in her Legacy Branch, an option that was truly aimed at her. And yet, here wasn’t the case. 

It wasn’t right. 

“I’m Amber, call me arrogant, but aside from someone of the caliber of Ishtar whose legend is still spoken about tens of thousands of years later, I haven’t learned of anyone with similar achievements. I’m merely level 200 and yet I’ve done so much…” 

She closed her eyes, as Essence ignited on her hand and she began to draw runes in the air. 

“I’ve learned Essence, I’ve ventured into magic to learn to control it better; not something that even Asil did. Not something that the Cursed Magical Berserker did. I am friends with three primordials. I could have ruled Cytel. All in less than two years of being here.”

She breathed.

“I deserve a special advancement… last time you offered me a unique class, yet this time I’ve been offered things that don’t truly suit me.”

It was weird to say, her advancement options weren’t bad, and yet unlike previous advancements, there was no obvious one that was truly right for her.

“So tell me System? What makes me undeserving of undergoing this special class advancement?” 

She asked the air, and her voice lingered for more than a minute as the frown on her face faltered. And self doubt began to kick in. Maybe, she indeed didn’t deserve it, and maybe this was the best she could do⁠—

And a moment later, another vision came. Her senses dulled as she found herself under the starry world of Ill’hine. And a moment later, a loud explosion echoed. 

Amber turned only to see a gigantic demon flying across the landscape, half of its body missing. And then it crashed into a mountain, exploding it into a million bits. And flying across the environment, she saw a Primordial Spirit and it was none other than Sid’fril.

[Special Advancements can only be undertaken once, for they change every single advancement afterwards permanently.]

Amber nodded at what the System was saying as she was teleported to the exploded mountain and to the ground of it. The demon had shrunk to the size of a human, he had black and purple scales and looked like a lithe man and the pressure she felt was…

Amber gulped. 

She was a mere few meters away from him, but even though the bloodlust was not aimed at her, it still felt the same as when Val’leri first confronted her. It was reminiscent of a god. 

“Show yourself, primordial scum!” the demon shouted, his voice sending rumbles across the landscape. 

And a moment later, Sid’fril appeared on top of him and kicked down, a loud explosion resounding as Amber somehow saw through the dust and saw him lifting his shining and glowing hand. 

[Special Advancements are tied to the individual’s achievements and are exponentially harder to get the more achieved you are, for the power they grant is extraordinary.]

Sid’fril punched as a flaming pillar erupted into the night sky, thousands of meters in the air. Reminiscent of Primordial Blazing Bolt but stronger. Yet the demon tanked it and turned, punching back with a hit that blew out her ear-drums. Amber actually bled as her bones cracked, and Sid’fril simply grunted and kicked back.

In a single moment she found herself witnessing a flurry of attacks being exchanged that sent shockwaves throughout the environment. Shockwaves that could’ve easily killed her if it hadn’t been a vision. 

And yet, in spite of the overwhelming strength of both gods, one was clearly winning. 

Sid’fril punched and dislocated the demon’s jaw as he stumbled back before being kneed, his spine breaking and splattering with blood into the background as he grinned. 

“You’re weak.” 

Sid’fril hit his head as the demon recoiled. And Amber found herself drawn in. Adrenaline pumping through her body as the demon regenerated and counter attacked. 

“Destruction!” 

A deluge of curses blasted everything in a cone, engulfing Amber as she shuddered⁠— for the first time. She doubted her ability to tank curses. But at the same time, this was the pinnacle of power. And it probably was still somewhat far away from it. 

“You’re the weak one, little lamp.” 

The demon cocked his fist and punched. 

She heard an ugly crunch as Sid’fril spat black blood before he was blasted into the ground, the world splitting open as magma erupted and the demon, plunged right into it, chasing after the primordial. 

[Special Advancements are only offered to those that the System deals extraordinary.] 

Amber’s heart was rushing, she was unable to comprehend how much danger her heart was. All she could sense was the intensity of the fight, and she wanted to see more as she heard loud booms underground. Yet, the System refused to let her see for some reason. For some frustrating reason⁠—

A torrent of magma exploded as the demon went flying into the sky, and Sid’fril teleported and balled both of his fists as he swung down. Sending the demon into the mountain and making it erupt. Her heart skipped a beat. 

She had done such a move before, but it was nowhere near as destructive. In fact, it didn’t even compare. 

Amber observed as the battle raged on, as both sides engaged and tore through the environment, her heart reaching greater excitement before Sid’fril landed a good hit on his throat⁠— and he tore. 

The demon gagged, blood splattering as Sid’fril grabbed him by the neck, and a moment later he healed. Amber’s heart was beating like never before. 

“You are merely angry that you cannot interfere in Vir, lest the First Demon will cause a stir.” 

Sid’fril’s face distorted with rage as he grabbed the demon and threw him across the starry landscape. His throw breaking the sound barrier as he extended his hand forward and made a bow of blue flames. It was familiar to her, and yet she was looking forward to what Sid’fril could manage. 

“I’m angry that you tried to mess with Amber’s core advancement,” he said. “She will deal with the Demon of Genesis. That’s why I’m here.” 

And she paused, that demon was the one that had offered her power? 

But before she could react, Sid’fril shot a Primordial Blazing Bolt, one that streaked across the sky in record time. 

[Special Advancements change an individual’s fate, for better or for worse. Are you sure you can shoulder the burden?] 

The arrow in the distance hit as the environment became engulfed in blue, like a nuclear bomb whose shockwave felled trees and destroyed everything in its path. 

And a moment later, the vision ended as the notification remained in front of her, lingering. Awaiting her response. 

And Amber, seeing everything that had happened before her, made her decision. She made the decision that she wanted to reach such heights.

“I can.” 

And a notification came. 

[You have met the requirements for the Special Class Advancement: Accursed Primordial Human. 

You have initiated the first of many steps towards godhood. An Accursed Primordial Human is a human that has gone above and beyond what their limits, striving for things only gods consider possible. There have been less than ten Accursed Primordial Human in the history of the beginning, this includes every single Cursebearer type class. 

Your class shall display to others as Cursed Berserker. 

WARNING: Every subsequent Class Advancement under this class will have extra requirements to initiate. 

WARNING: This is a decision you cannot back out of. 

WARNING: If your body is not ready for this class you may die. 

Would you like to acquire this class? Bonuses to stats will be applied, Cursed Primordial Human skills will become available on future level ups. Current Skills may see change. Class Advancement paths may be lost.]

Amber saw all the text, she read it all, and she grinned. The warnings didn’t matter, not now anyway, because…

This was what she wanted. 

Without hesitation, Amber accepted the class.

[ You have gained the special class: Accursed Primordial Human ⁠— Cursed Berserker…]

And a myriad of notifications came, as she grinned from excitement before her body began to change.