Master Of None

The sudden split up and the realization that they had all been small minded left many confused. They had no idea how they had missed so much. But they had never experienced more. They had only been limited because of their own minds and the state of the world. It wasn’t that everyone wanted space because they could not think well enough unless they were alone. It was more so that they weren’t sure how to handle this. Being told that you had always known the world to be complete and suddenly being told it wasn’t, were very different things. The changes that this could bring on top of the massive amount of growth already, were staggering. If the next generation could be born with a lot of open and free paths, it could mean that all races were more equal.

While racial features would Influence everything much more, each race had their own versions of warrior for example. If someone grew up as a dragonkin, the might be a flame dragonkin warrior. But they could also follow a different path.

Potentially taking on the beliefs of the elves and becoming a natural flame warrior. One that believed in the nature flames that would appear to burn blight from the land or to help forests grow by freeing seeds from tough shells.

More unique classes could also appear that fused different beliefs and styles. That was perfectly seen in Remey. The brawler aspect was one that the world gave her in her system. Due to the ways she fought with her fellow orphaned siblings, she had perfectly fit that position.

When she pursued alchemy, she should have been able to develop those skills too. Especially with the the knowledge she learned from a literal master alchemist.

Yet, as she learned, she could only act as a watcher and assistant because her system was that of a brawler not an alchemist. It had made her unhappy and in emotional pain to be unable to pursue something that truly struck her heart. While the world had allowed her an advancement and alteration to the system it gave her, it was still after years of effort in the way of alchemy. If she had not gained that reward, she would still be a brawler. Forced to remain in one small path that did not show her true will or strength.

Many people were the same now. They had systems that they did not feel fit them. Some of those rescued by the Genesis alliance desired to follow in the footsteps of their heroes. Become healers or guardians. Become soldiers or mages. Unfortunately, they were limited without the potential to learn more. But, if the world managed to regain the proper connections to the elemental planes, then there could be more freedom. Whatever Inspired people would guide their class. They would have the system of existence that regulated how they understood things but otherwise, they would have more choices. That was also with the fact that people would learn different skills. Survival skills could be more easily learned by everyone. Would a mage learn how to fight bare handed? Maybe not unless they were learning both as a unique class which overlapped but also limited them in other ways.

The potential was immense. Those were just a few thoughts as everyone shared this sort of information among the general Genesis forces. ”You really think we have all only lived part of our lives?” Mordant found himself standing with Terron. Terron’s distaste’s for the ship and vast waters of the ocean were forced away by their current goals. ”None of us had lived a real life until we began to change our perspectives. I was limited by the caves I traveled. The caves I dug. Even now, I compare myself to then. It was easier to say that I was blind then.”

”Now, we know that we all have only ever had one eye open. Never really seeing anything.” While Terron sounded like he was reciting a long famed quote, it was still very much true. ”I assume we should try to keep growing ourselves. When we meet the dragons that live and grow in the elemental planes, we might have to act as intermediaries to bring them together with us. They may be too different.” Mordant skins also lingered on this. The dragons knew that the elemental planes were a place that they could go. But had stopped trying because of the incredible risks that came with it. But that didn’t mean that dragons had not made it their homes. ”If each plane has dragons, I hope they remember their past. We can learn more. Understand more. I hope they also have more flexible minds. They may not have seen what we have.” These words from Terron put Mordant in to even deeper thought. Both of them consumed by their own minds. ”Stop pacing like that. Just because I came to the lab to think doesn’t mean that you need to be here. The more that you pace the less that we are both going to understand this. It’s better to just do something that will make us stronger.” Remey had been trying to refine herbs. From her training with the natural alchemist, she had begun to grasp some of the potential ways that she could refine herbs in to basic materials and even potions with flames alone. But the process was extremely difficult. Extremely delicate. Even the smallest changes in the room or Remey’s focus could cause there to be a failure. That wasn’t even when she had been using the newer theories in this technique. The basic ones that seemed to make the most sense and the easiest were still the toughest yielding most of the failures. ”You are fine with this? The world is just a small part of what we know. We don’t even know that. Now we are to unite the world with the elemental planes and welcome threats from those places. We are joined to protect the alliance, not to allow more threats on to it.” Ignus sounded like he was focusing on more than just the Genesis alliance and the dragons. His eyes constricted to only focus on Remey who was still trying not to look at him. ”What do you want me to say? What? We should just stay this way? That I should ignore everything about how the world is literally cut off and incomplete? Because the world had a chance to start moving again, I became an alchemist. My younger siblings were able to get systems to start with. They might still have a chance to get the ones that they want in this whole class thing.” The soft growl of annoyance wasn’t toward Remey it was towards himself. Ignus was unsure of what he should do. If he should sit here and pretend that everything would be fine, or try and continue getting more powerful over everything. ”I also need to go there. The plan of fire. My new body and soul, well my new me needs it.” Remey’s voice was much softer now. She had yet to fully grasp the facts that she would struggle to live somewhere with lesser fire mana around. Right now. She was fine. She had a decent supply of fore mana because of the runes, the alchemy lab, the blacksmith forges, and various other things around the ships. Even the sun shared a decent amount of fire mana that was able to nourish her. But she still had to process it and purify it in to a more condensed form. This was a toll on her body and soul as a dragon soul. Therefore, she was always feeling some form of pressure. But if she was able to throw that pressure off, then there was a clear method of growth. Just by being in that place where fire mana was literally everywhere and all around, would ensure that Remey was able to get everything she needed. ”I know that. If you want to go there, just wait for me to get stronger first. You are the only equal I have.” Ignus turned away and began to walk out of the alchemy lab. His opinion of Remey being more than just the words he spoke. But that wasn’t how he showed it. It was what was unsaid. ”Get stronger out there? Just sit your butt in here with me. You can watch me burn herbs in to ash when I lose focus.” Remey threw a small bundle of blackened herbs at him. Ignus didn’t say a word before sitting down nearby and losing his eyes to look within himself. The only show that he had anything else in mind the slightest of smirks on his face. …

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