System's POV-Chapter 75.1: The Pros And Cons Of Brute Tamers [Part 1]

This was one of the Hidden Classes in Solterra, but only a handful of people had managed to get it.

But, the irony of it all was that even those who got it, didn't know they had the Job Class.

Just like the class implied, it was truly a Hidden Class.

It couldn't be seen on their Status Screens.

People who had it lived and died, not knowing that they could have become one of the most powerful men and women in the world.

Sadly, they weren't aware of it because it didn't appear on their Status Screens, so they only contributed it to luck.

Since Thirteen had been in Pangea and Solterra once, his database had been filled with all the information about the world, including the Hidden Classes, and Brute Tamer was indeed one of them.

"You lucky son of a…," Thirteen stopped what he was going to say next because he knew that it was inappropriate. Cristopher loved his mother so much, so he couldn't possibly finish it on the wrong note. "You lucky son of an amazing woman."

Upon hearing his words, Cristopher blinked in confusion but smiled in the end. Anyone calling his mother amazing was a good person in his book.

Right now, Thirteen was in a dilemma.

'Should I tell him about his Hidden Profession,' Thirteen pondered for a bit, but in the end, he decided to come clean with Cristopher because he had already decided to support the chubby boy, who had the label "Cannon Fodder" plastered on his butt cheeks.

"Cristopher, let's go back to the tent," Thirteen said. "There's something very important I want to say to you. For now, order Brutus and…"

"Bruno," Cristopher interjected. "I named the Ogre, Bruno."

Thirteen blinked once before nodding his head.

"Order Bruno to dig more holes over there, and over there," Thirteen ordered and pointed at two places near the big boulder where their make-shift tent had been set up.

Cristopher nodded and sent his two Brutes to do as Thirteen asked him to do.

Upon returning to the make-shift tent made up of the wings of the Condors they had killed, Thirteen made Cristopher sit, so he could have a heart to heart talk with him.

"Cristopher, I have good news and bad news," Thirteen said. "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Young Master, let me hear the bad news first," Cristopher replied.

Thirteen nodded and told him the bad news.

"The bad news is that aside from Brute Type Monsters, it is impossible for you to gain other Avatars," Thirteen replied. "In fact, even if you bought, or acquired Avatars through trades, these Avatars would not listen to you, and may even outright disobey your orders."

"Huh?" Cristopher looked at the young boy in disbelief. "Why?"

"It's because you have acquired a Hidden Class."

"A Hidden Class?"

Cristopher then opened his Status Screen to look for the class that his temporary Master was talking about.

"Young Master, I don't see any Hidden Class," Cristopher reported.

"That's why it's called a Hidden Class," Thirteen explained. "You will not see it in your Status Page, but it's definitely there."

Cristopher scratched his head before shifting his attention back to his young master.

"Now, I will tell you the good news," Thirteen stated. "The Hidden Class you acquired is the Brute Tamer."

"Brute Tamer?" Cristopher frowned. "Never heard of it."

"Of course you never heard of it," Thirteen replied. "Even those that have it don't know they have it. Now, let me tell you what a Brute Tamer is."

Thirteen glanced at the Troll and the Ogre in the distance who were busy digging holes to create the next batch of pitfall traps that they could use to trap Monsters before continuing his explanation.

"The Brute Tamer is a special class that specializes in acquiring the Avatars of Brute Type Monsters," Thirteen stated. "If you don't know what Brute Type Monsters are, just think of big, strong, and dumb monsters. All of them fall into the Brute Monster Category. However, some Brute Monsters are actually smart, which is a good thing for you.

"Now, to give you a more detailed explanation, Trolls, Ogres, Orcs, Minotaurs, Bears, Yetis, Boars, and other similar monsters are Brute Type Monsters. Now tell me, how many Ogres or Minotaur Type Avatars do you see in Auction Houses or Avatar Trade Shops?"

"Less than a handful," Cristopher replied.

Truth be told, he was a fan of Brute Type Monsters because they were everything that he wasn't.

They were big and strong, which were the traits that Cristopher wanted to possess.

This was why, when he suddenly got a Troll Avatar, he was ecstatic. When he received the Ogre Avatar, he felt like laughing out loud like a madman.

"Now, let me tell you all the good things about this class, as well as all the bad things about this class," Thirteen said. "Let's start with the good things first. The good thing is that if you happen to defeat a Brute Type Monster, you are 100% guaranteed to receive their Avatar. However, you can only get one Avatar per species.

"For example, Brutus is a Rank 1 Troll. This means that if you saw a Rank 4 Desert Troll like him, you will not get an Avatar because you already have Brutus. The same for Bruno. Since you already have a Rank 2 Desert Ogre, you will not be able to get the Avatar of Ogres that have a higher rank."

Cristopher's mouth fell open after hearing Thirteen's explanation. He had no idea why the boy knew about these things, but for some reason, he was very inclined to believe it, even though he didn't have any solid proof.

But, after hearing that he might have missed the chance to acquire higher ranking Monsters because he had already captured a Monster of that species, the earlier happiness he felt suddenly disappeared like the fleeting clouds in the sky.

Seeing his expression, Thirteen could only smirk because he already knew what the chubby boy was thinking.

It was only natural for others to want stronger and more powerful Monsters, but Cristopher was forgetting one thing.

He was still too weak to even dream about acquiring stronger Monsters, who could easily kill him just by spitting in his direction.

Thirteen intended to pound some common sense into his temporary subordinate to make sure that he wouldn't become a frog, who would try to eat a swan.