Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 2: This Is Elysium 2

Rezar picked himself up from the wooden post he had been standing on, looking past the massive green barrier that kept him and eight thousand other slaves stuck in this valley. Some of them would get their freedoms eventually and go on to live a proper life, but people like him, would eventually die here, over and over and over until all he knows and remembers are the dreary caves of the Lobotar stygian mines.

Earth was a just a bunch of disjointed memories in his head, of course his memories of important events that happened within the planet was still clear, but it was just a bunch of disjointed information in his mind.

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There was no feeling attached to it, no sense of loss or achievement. Sure he would very much like to beat the ass of the person who sent him here, and maybe fuck his mother again, and this time right in front of him, but Rezar was paying for going up against people he should never have messed with in the first place, maybe it would be better to just keep his head down and be resigned to this dreary life that has been given to him.

Unlike normal uploads, prisoners don't get to experience their childhood, they would be subjected to a cut scene where the childhood memories would be played, and then they wake up fifteen years old, in a prison very much like this one, slaving away for all eternity. For first time uploads it could be quite hard to get used to a life like this, but they all get used to it, eventually.

There were hundreds of thousands of classes within Elysium, magic was common place and even a level 10 farmer can be a level 79 blood mage or warrior, there was no limit to the amount of classes you can have, as long as you were willing to put in the time to train and gain exp. Prisoners on the other hand a limited to four classes, one of which is slave, and the second is miner. Rezar has been here for all of 5 hours and he already knew he was screwed over massively.

Two useless classes with abysmal stat bonuses on level up, and a very cursed trait, that left only one path of strength for him...necromancy. Even though normal uploads could have as many classes as they wanted, the nature and sometimes strength of the class gained is very dependent on the traits you were spawned with, and whatever extra traits you get from your achievements within Elysium.

So if per say your trait says {holy one}, then definitely your getting a cleric or religion based class. Also traits could be formed or created based on your character and manner of game play, and as such combine together to influence the kind of class you could choose or gain. Every upload has to go to a town spire or a convocation hall to change classes. The spires are like the basic management of a town or basically any location that's a settlement. If you wanted to seed a new town, you had to have a spire crystal which would grow to become a settlement, village, town, city or kingdom spire depending on which grade it is.

Normal uploads only needed the spire to change classes and even delete class, stats are allocated automatically, however skill points need to be allocated manually, and this could be done normally, without the help of a spire, but for prisoner/slave they needed the spire to access their system page and allocate their skill points. The stat page won't show up normally without the help of the spire, this makes it very hard for the prisoners to survive should they ever escape, and every spire would be able to recognize their slave class and alert the proper authorities.

Rezar sighed heavily as he moved towards the spire, the moment he was spawned here he already knew the trait he was given, and as such it has left him feeling all sort of upset. But never the less he had to choose a class, if not two to max out the class slots he had. The thing is every class gave a bonus that would help someone survive longer, and even though his trait had been exposed the moment he had spawned, prompting every other slave to give him a wide berth, he still had to get a class, and increment in stats was an advantage.

The spire of the valley was a town spire, it didn't mean much, but sometimes the grade of the spire affected the rarity of the class gained. There was a small market hub around the spire with slaves either selling rations or extra stygian ore to help other slaves reach their quota for the day. Some of them were even selling skill books that had dropped from monsters found within the mines, most slaves didn't have the extra skill points to spare, however some of the slaves also made a living hunting the beasts in the mines, a sort of special task force that answered to the foremen and had a little bit more clout and leeway than the other slaves.

In other to join this task force you would need to have maxed out a basic combat skill, and since this task force enjoyed a lot of privileges many slaves strived to max out a combat skill, so for those of them who wanted a more easier life, buying this combat or extra skills was akin to saving their lives, though magic skills were quite rare.

Rezar ignored them, just as they also gave him a wide berth; it was as if a plague had come to the Lobotar stygian mines. Rezar shook his head, what he wouldn't give for a pack of beer right now, he didn't give a shit if he was in a fifteen year old body, he just wanted to get very much wasted and incoherent to the situation around him. He took a deep breath as he walked forwards and placed his hand on the spire, there was a small flash before his vision went white.