Suddenly, the sky was inundated with more than a hundred announcements.
Dick's son 7 has levelled up to F-rank.
XXXX69 has levelled up to F-rank.
She_tick19 has levelled up to F-rank.
It seemed like an arrangement. A group of people decided to level at the same moment. Ivan saw an announcement pertaining to him.
Black_Riot 79: Reborn has levelled up to F-rank.
Black_Riot 79: Reborn has levelled up to F-rank.
Black_Riot 79: Reborn has levelled up to F-rank.
Seeing wave after wave of announcements, people began to accept the rumours that Merlin_13 had resurrected. Because to them, it made no sense that over one hundred regular players decided to level up at the same moment to become special characters. They believed that Merlin_13 used the waves of the levelling-up announcement to hide the announcement of his resurrection. It made more sense since he knew how to cheat in the game.
Ivan resisted his desire to test his handling of Black Riot. Instead, he took out the switch-axe. The switch-axe could shrink to fit into any space since its former had done some technological modifications. The weapon expanded to its original size, which was more than 2.5 metres long. The weapon looked cool and intimidating.
"What the hell!" Francisco, a member of the surveillance crew, blurted out.
The rest of the crew were equally stunned with Ivan's possession. They couldn't believe that someone who just levelled up to become a special character already had a C-rank weapon with them.
Rodrygo relaxed into his seat. "It seems that he isn't that simple. Well, gentlemen, it seems that our life isn't as boring as we assumed. On a special day, we get to witness one or more visiting this hub."
Ivan wanted to do a staff spin with the switch axe, but he was afraid that he would accidentally kill himself with it. He just practised slashing with the weapon. After some minutes of practising, he put back the weapon into the almost destroyed kit bag.
'I have to try and get an inventory,' Ivan mused.
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You have become a special character in the Torn Indigo. It is time to choose your class.
[Browse class list].
Ivan almost forgot about this matter. Some time ago, he and his friends had discussed a scenario where they were faced with choosing a class after becoming a special character. Two out of his three friends insisted that choosing the necromancer class was best. His third friend insisted that either becoming a dark mage or a light mage was best.
For Ivan, he had weighed all the choices at that moment. He considered the martial artist class as being the best choice. But he didn't make it known to his friends. He was embarrassed about his choice and didn't want them to make jest of him.
Martial art was a combination of discipline, movement and ideas that could positively affect the body, the soul and the mind, which was executed through violence or physical assault. Ivan felt that a martial artist who diligently cultivates their power to the peak could master any type of force in the world.
A martial artist could master the art of sorcery, be it dark or light sorcery. They could master vocational skills like shoemaking, tailoring, butchering, and crafting. They could learn the arts of nature, such as beast taming, monster taming, planting and harvesting, and potion making. Not to forget the fact that martial artists were natural masters of war and strategy.
The process of becoming the ultimate martial artist was difficult and convoluted with a lot of restraints on the martial artist. This was the reason most people underrated the class.
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You have chosen a class.
Class: Martial Artist.
Ivan was given a device that would resurface the vortex on the click of a button. Ivan left the booth 2. He proceeded to leave the gaming hub.
As he left the hub, he remembered that he hadn't contacted his friends to know how they were doing. In the Torn Indigo, no one had a family unless they built one in this reality. People who awoke in this game were people who were older than 25 years in real life. Everyone knew this, but what they did not know was what happened to people who were under 25 years.
For Ivan, his friends were his family. He dialled a number on his phone; it was Roger's number. Roger was the name of one of his friends. Roger was also dark-skinned like Ivan, but unlike Ivan, he was fat.
A voice beamed on the phone's speaker, "Yo, Ivan, my man, what's up? Thank God, you are okay. Thank God. I was so scared to call your line because I thought someone else would pick up and tell me that you are dead."
Ivan's face beamed with a smile. He was glad to hear Roger's voice. But he didn't make any sound, and Roger panicked.
"Oh no! This isn't Ivan, is it?" Roger yelled in tears, "Ivan, no! Oh no, why! God, why?"
Ivan tried to calm Roger. He said, "Hey, it's me. Roger, calm down. Roger, it's me, Ivan."
Roger was no longer listening. He kept crying, "God, why did you let Ivan die? He was a good guy. He was like family to me. God, why? I swear if I get a bomb or a nuke, I will take down those aliens' base. I will drag those aliens to hell even if it means I will go along with them."
"Oh boy!" Ivan exclaimed, silently.
Roger asked, "Where is Ivan now? Can I see him? I'm his friend; please, I want to see him for the last time."
Ivan sighed, relieved that Roger had calmed down to listen. He said, "Roger, it's me, Ivan. I'm fine and good."
"Ivan?" Roger called out. His voice conveying doubt and hope but mostly doubt.
"Yes, it's me," Ivan said. "I'm fine and good. I called you to know how you are doing, and man, I am glad to hear your voice."
Roger switched the call to video. Ivan switched too. The moment Ivan's face appeared, Roger lost it. He shrieked in joy.
Roger said, "Bro, thank God you are alive. Bro, I almost lost it. I'm sorry that I didn't call sooner. I was damn scared that something had happened to you."
Ivan said, "I'm also glad that you are alive and well."