Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

Almond opened his eyes after seven hours.

Looking around, he wasn’t the first to wake up.

His eyes flickered, and he saw Ainen high up, floating while facing a large cauldron made of exotic blue, cloudy flames. Inside were finely cut ingredients alongside orange liquid mixed with spices, bubbling and sparkling.

Lily woke up next to him and also looked up.

Ainen grinned at the duo. “Good morning. Just preparing our ultimate buff for our S-rank game. We’ll meet our match there, considering how the last three A-rank games went.”

“Yep.” Almond got up and stretched his neck and arms. “It’s time for us to do shopping as well.”

“Let’s get freshened up in our room’s bathroom.” Lily appeared behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist. “It’s pretty big and a genius design, specifically made for a certain activity.”

Almond laughed.

Darkness swallowed them both as they vanished.

“Yawn~” Gopu opened his eyes, yawned, and went back to sleep.

The fluffy tails of Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea stirred as they woke up while rubbing their eyes.

“It was a good sleep.” Fraisea grinned.

Saffa bounced on the cotton. “This cotton is so nice.”

“Our bed inside is also made from this.” Clovelle chuckled. “Let’s try it next time. With darling, of course.”

“Aye, aye, my moons.” Ainen laughed from above. “Now go get freshened up. The food will be ready soon.”

…

After everyone freshened up and finished eating, they went out into the market separately, buying the things they wanted.

For Almond, it was time to resurrect not just Alfred, but also Sylvia, since he had acquired sufficient Oblivion Spirits.

Tier-5 Oblivion Spirits: 35

Tier-6 Oblivion Spirits: 4

Tier-7 Oblivion Spirits: 2

The last A-rank game was pretty exciting, since the game matched them with two Tier-3 players and the rest Tier-4 and Tier-5 players, and they still won.

Those Tier-3 players were even stronger than Tier-5, indicating that rank jumping wasn’t uncommon, since Almond and Lily dominated the game despite being Tier-2.

So it was clear that they would be matched with even stronger players in the next game.

Not to mention, the next game was an S-rank game.

…

Almond moved alone through the materials district.

Compared to the food streets, this place felt denser, heavier, as if the air itself resisted careless movement. There was no shouting here, no flashy signs screaming for attention. Every stall was quiet, restrained, confident.

The people browsing were the same.

No rush. No excitement.

Only intent.

Crystalline walkways branched endlessly, each leading to specialized zones. Some sold weapons. Others sold cores, essences, relics, or half-living materials sealed behind layers of wards.

Almond followed the subtle pull inside his chest.

The Spiritual Weaving Room responded faintly whenever he passed certain stalls, like threads tightening and loosening in anticipation.

He stopped at a long, curved counter carved from starstone.

Behind it floated bundles of roots, each one glowing with slow, drifting light, like constellations trapped inside living wood.

[Celestial Astral Root] – Tier-7

– Harvested from an exotic tree born in the void.

– Can bloom with multiple variation of powers depending on usage.

The vendor, a many-eyed avian humanoid, inclined its head.

“Interested in this stuff?”

The price wasn’t mentioned.

Almond blinked and nodded. “Interested.”

The price revealed itself as digital numbers appeared over the root’s container.

[25,000 Anchor Points]

Looking at the root’s size and sensing its energy, this was a top-class Tier-7 resource.

’This will evolve Alfred’s kit to a new level.’

Almond decided.

“Alright, I’ll buy it.”

The many eyes of the seller shone.

“Thanks for the business!”

He gave the container to Almond as both completed the trade.

Almond put it away and continued walking.

’Well, shit. I am left with only 5,000 Anchor Points.’

The first two A-rank games had the same prize of 10,000 Anchor Points (+50% bonus for having 20+ stars in a deck), but the third A-rank game gave a 20,000 prize to each, plus a 50% bonus.

In total, Almond and Lily got 120,000 Anchor Points.

They paid 30,000 each for the house, leaving both with 30,000 in their pockets.

Almond had already spent 25,000, while Lily was still looking around.

As there wasn’t anything worthwhile to buy with 5,000 Anchor Points, Almond decided to meet up with Lily and accompany her while she shopped.

Lily could freely modify her Dreadlings, so she was essentially creating a perfect legion of ten commanders who would be her main arsenal, while the infinite eggs birthing in the Dreadbirth Tree could be used to store effects in a database as well as combine them to build stronger Dreadlings in reserve.

“We’ve got 10 hours until Ainen’s ultimate buff wears off,” Almond said. “I’ll go back to resurrect Alfred and Sylvia. You come back once you’re finished shopping. Ideally, we can finish many games within 10 hours if they’re around an hour long.”

“Alright, we’ll enter the game after half an hour.” Lily nodded as she glanced at the buff. “The buffs are OP, especially the Pulse Recovery Rate.”

Almond wryly smiled. “He bought a carrot costing 20,000 Anchor Points. Tier-7 exotic resource.”

[Buffs] – 4 hours 56 minutes

– Constitution Parameters Increase: +398%

– Arihanta Potency Increase: +412%

– Atmospheric Resistance (Tier-7)

– Slow Immunity Shield (Tier-7)

– Paralysis Immunity Shield (Tier-7)

– Burn/Flame Immunity Shield (Tier-8)

– Pulse Recovery Rate: +680%

– Healing Recovery Rate: +460%

…

Almond returned to the residence.

Ainen and the others had already entered their S-rank game after eating, since Ainen had finished shopping for food and cooked it for buffs.

Saffa, Clovelle, and Fraisea wanted resources to upgrade their cards, but they also wanted to upgrade using specific high-tier resources, so they saved their Anchor Points for now.

Arriving in the garden, Almond sat cross-legged as his consciousness drifted into the second deck’s mechanism space, born from its first card, the Spiritual Weaving Room.

It unfurled like a vast, circular hall suspended in nothingness. There was no ceiling, no floor in the conventional sense, only layers of translucent platforms arranged like overlapping looms. Countless thin strands of pale gray light stretched between invisible anchors, humming faintly with restrained power.

In this place, Oblivion Spirits drifted everywhere.

Some were vague silhouettes. Others were sharp, defined echoes of monsters, warriors, and exotic beasts. Each spirit carried traces of instinct, memory, and residual will, stripped of identity but rich in essence.

He had made sure to fabricate Oblivion Spirits from every being he could during the game.

Almond’s eyes flickered as two exotic eggs with strange patterns appeared before him.

The true spirits of Alfred and Sylvia, containing all of their memories from birth until temporary erasure.

’Time to come back home.’