Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 25: Class Awakening (1)

Even as Ark stared at a number of confusing information, he was left further confused due to one simple detail.

'Why is it gold?'

Never in history had it ever been mentioned that the archive interface was ever gold. It was always blue!

'god-Console...'

Ark mouthed the words in his head and suddenly he felt a really bad premonition.

'Have I been given a defective archive?'

The very thought of it made him scratch his head vigorously. It's not like there was a direct customer care line that led to the heavens where he could make a complaint!

Still, he was happy, he was a curse bearer now after all.

"Look, the slum kid is crying!"

Loud, insensible laughter boomed, bringing Ark back to reality. He was back in the hall where they had first set out for the trials.

The initial population of those who had gone into the trial seemed to have been cut in half.

Time moves differently during the trials and so strangely, all trials ended at the exact same time. If anyone was not here they were most likely dead.

It was meant to be a somber atmosphere and yet the stupid blue haired kid from earlier was busy making jokes.

Ark reached for his face and brushed off the tears he had no idea were on his face.

"Awww, did you face something terrifying in your trial? Let me guess, your dad finally came back for you?"

The rest of his goons joined him in laughter while other students watched them with disgust. It was not like they liked Ark, their sheer disregard for the lives lost today was what put them off.

Noticing that they were not getting the most 'favorable' response the boys righted themselves, turning to face the podium as footsteps echoed through the room.

The professor as well as the man from earlier walked onto the stage, it seemed that had been alerted the moment they had arrived.

All around Ark, there were mixed reactions from the students, some bore terrified expressions, an after effect of their trials, while some looked rather excited.

The grim atmosphere lasted for about five minutes before the professor finally spoke.

"Let's take a minute of silence for the lost."

They bore somber expressions on their faces as they looked around the room. They were in the best position to know just how many people had been in this hall once so they were well aware of how many people were missing, never to return.

After the short period of silence, the professor and the man with him directed them to a smaller hall. Although smaller than the previous room, this hall was far more exquisite.

But before that, they stopped by the clinic and spent a few minutes there patching up those who carried over injuries from their trials.

It seemed those who had survived were skilled because most of the new curse bearers had only minor injuries.

Save for a guy who almost lost his leg.

Soon, they arrived at the new hall.

The sound of the rain was entirely gone now, there were multiple rows of polished wooden chairs filling the room and high above the space there were observation boxes encased in semi-opaque glass.

He didn't need to be told to realize so were in those boxes, after all, there were only two groups of people who would be extremely interested in the new batch of curse bearers.

The government and the guilds.

Ark found his way to a seat around the middle section of the hall and sat down, watching the stage in front of him.

There was a single podium on the stage with an adjustable microphone atop it, the professor leaned into the microphone and began to speak.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate you on your victory over the trials."

There was a wave of applause before he continued.

"From this day onward you are no longer simply marked individuals, but Curse Bearers! As such it is your goal to assist humanity in combating apocalypse, a punishment placed upon us by the heavens."

He then went on and on about the duties of curse bearers, how they were to not abuse their powers and a few other formalities before they began the main purpose of their presence here.

"One by one we will now be confirming your class as curse bearers for proper documentation. Starting from the first person on the list, you will each come on stage and summon your primary artifact."

Artifacts were supernatural weapons that only curse bearers could possess. A primary artifact is the one assigned to an individual after their trial was completed.

It signified one's class based on the nature of the weapon.

Knights usually got melee weapons, craftsmen could receive a variety of tools, mages often got tones, orbs and rings.

Archers mostly got bows and arrows but there were times when archers summoned daggers instead.

Beast tamers could get staffs, collars and sometimes weapons as well and finally, healers who usually got artifacts similar to those of mages.

Apart from these primary artifacts, there were three other ways of getting artifacts.

The first method was by defeating an apocalypse beast, the second was by getting a craftsman to make you on and the last method, the most difficult of all was surviving the descent of the apocalypse.

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"Daniel Kurt."

The first boy, a slender boy with sandy blonde hair and an aloof expression climbed up the podium and was directed to stand where everyone could see him clearly.

The professor then adjusted the microphone.

"Say 'Archive artifact' and your primary artifact will be summoned. With time you will learn to do this without words..."

The boy nodded and stretched forth his hand.

"Archive Artifact!"

A wave of blue light suddenly materialized around him, curling around his body and coalescing around his hands.

Suddenly a dark blue spear appeared in his grasp causing a wave of murmurs to spear around the room.

The man in the suit then announced:

"Class, Knight!"

One by one the other students climbed onto the podium to summon their artifacts.

"Class, Mage!"

"Class, Archer!"

"Class, Beast tamer!"

The new curse bearers were getting more and more excited as their classes were announced, soon almost half of the entire people present had revealed their class while half remained.

"Ethan Donavo." The man in the suit announced and the blue haired menace rose, practically brimming with confidence.

Each step was prideful as he made his way to the podium. Without even waiting to face the crowd properly, something happened.

Unlike the rest of them, Ethan did not need to utter those words, he said nothing, simply willing his artifact into existence.

Waves of blue light that were far greater than that of everyone before him suddenly appeared, stealing the breath of the crowd.

Like usual the light danced around every inch of his body, finally coalescing in his hands.

A large claymore, almost as tall as Ethan himself landed on the ground with a thud, while he held on to its hilt.

The weapon was beautifully crafted with various intricate patterns on its scabbard, and its colour... it was pitch black.

The young man let out a snicker, his look nothing but prideful.

"Ethan Donavo. Class, Knight!"

Ethan scanned the crowd, his eyes landing on Ark, he gave him a look that promised trouble just before returning to his seat.

"Ark Lysander."

It was finally time for Ark to reveal his class.