I Have All Job Class

Chapter 6

Arthas went to school early in the morning. Drey was with him as they entered the gates.

"Hey, how are you gonna beat the elites with your job classes? You are still weak. Compared to those who were trained when still young. Don't mind their job classes, their cultivation pills were also tantamount. We are poor people and middle-class nobles can only have enough cultivation pills," Drey said sadly.

"Don't worry too much. I know alchemy a little," Arthas winked at him.

"You know? Wow!" Drey muttered.

"Yep, I know alchemy, enchanting, and blacksmithing. When my parents died, I was forced to learn for survival. And I became skillful with it!" Arthas said as he patted Drey's shoulders.

"Wow, how nice to be skillful," Drey said with a little jealousy.

He returned his soul to the past when he was still a baby. For him, it was tiring. To start again the second time around. But all was at stake here. The future was still unknown.

"Artaz, look! The Elites!" Drey shouted while pointing in their direction.

"Huh?" Arthas looked baffled. He watched them approach with worry.

Just at the entrance of their room, they saw the elites that seemed to wait on certain someone.

Others were folding their arms while looking at the two. Roan then approached them and coughed.

"Ahem, Arthas! You are summoned by the council of Guardians! Refusal is not an option!" Roan said in a bold voice.

"I refuse! What good will it be to face them? It was always a bad thing!" Arthas replied with a worried expression.

They soon encircled him and grabbed his arms, Thurin can't shake them at all; their grip was strong.

He was accompanied by the elites and Drey can't even defend him.

"I will wait for your return!" Drey waved goodbye.

"Drey! You bastard! Help me!" Arthas shouted as he was dragged along.

"Hahaha, I can't bro! I will just pray for your welfare," he said while chanting a prayer.

Arthas then was escorted to the judgment halls. A place of trial for committed sins of delinquent students.

They entered the hall and on top, the council was looking at him. All of the Guardians were present and has domineering auras. They looked not happy at all and Arthas' heartbeat was not even slowing down. His sweat trickled on his face and he gulped his saliva in his dry throat.

He observed the Guardians and they all have the attire of each job class present. All were looking at him like some criminal.

"Arthas, correct?" said the Versatile Mage Guardian.

"Yes, your honor!"

"You used forbidden arts in your duel yes?" he inquired in a loud voice.

"No your honor! It was a lost art," Arthas said in a confident voice.

"Hmmm, lost art? But that is very dreadful. The elites even said that they all felt it," he said while scratching his chin.

"It was called 'Bloodlust aura'. An art that was used in the past. It was dated in the first era and only a few can use it," The Lycanthrope Guardian said to them.

"Oh, so you know that!? Care to explain?" asked the Dragon Knight Guardian.

"Only by killing many that one can acquire such a skill. Absorbing the essence of many deaths will you receive the Bloodlust aura. The more you absorb, the more your skill is dreadful. It was a lost art with time. Only a few have such skills such as the first King of the first era," Lycanthrope Guardian said.

The Rogue Assasin Guardian then was baffled and alarmed. After hearing it, his heartbeat became faster.

"So you are a mass killer!" shouted the Holy Knight Priest Guardian.

"Who are you? Really?" he asked.

"I am just the weakest student in the academy! No more no less. Also, how can I kill that many if I only have 1 stat? Even a goblin can kill me easily!" Arthas said to them.

"Makes sense, I will not ask further but remember that I am watching you," warned the Lycanthrope Guardian.

"There were others who focused their cultivation on the stats, others on skills or potential. But he has neither of them. How can he kill that many?" asked the Paladin warrior Guardian.

"Also I felt it. Your stats shoot up for 1 second and then go back to 1 after it. Care to explain?" asked the Mage Guardian.

"Why? Why would I?" asked Arthas.

"Tsk, don't hide it from us! We are the Huardians! One should not treat us lightly. You used forbidden arts correct?" he was angered this time. A loud voice was raised.

"No, It was not forbidden but despicable. it was a lost skill. When using it, Your stats decrease with every use. With mine on 1, I am not afraid to use it as it didn't even have an effect. A temporary boost on stats and it shoots up but your stats get eaten instead," Arthas replied.

They all were shocked at his remarks, Arthas gulped his saliva to calm himself; wiping the sweat on his forehead. Their curiosity came to rise and they looked forward to knowing what this skill was.

"What is the name of the skill?" asked the Versatile Mage Guardian.

"It is called Stat Sacrifice. A skill so despicable that is only useful once in your life while weak. Don't worry, I am the only one who knew this. All the ones who use this are long dead. Don't worry, my stats are 'Zero' now with it used up. I can't kill anybody at this rate," Arthas said.

"Let me remind you of your status. Do not use that bloodlust aura again or you will get beaten up with whips," said the Versatile Mage Guardian.

"You will get punished for using such a skill. For using dreadful arts, you are punished with beatings. Don't get cocky next time," they said then they stood up.

"But it was only a small matter! Don't be too harsh on him!" said the Paladin warrior elite.

"Shut up! The status of elites must always be upheld! We must maintain the respect of other students for the elites. We should show that we are not so easy to be dealt with. My judgment is final!" said the Mage Guardian as they prepared to exit the courtroom.

"I am sorry," said Roan, the Paladin warrior elite.

"It's fine, by the way, I can take beatings like it's nothing,"

The guards then chained him on his hands and then he was sent to get beaten by whips. He was put in the cell and chained to his hands. He was then whipped several times and his face was pained with every hit.

He was beaten but he didn't regret his decision. Not a shed of regret was seen on his face.

He went home while being weakened and rested early. He drank a health potion that he made and his wounds healed. His uniform was bloodied and he washed them. Thinking that he needs to be careful about using lost art in the future.

They were afraid of the unknown and so they punished him. Though such arts can be useful to helping humanity's prowess. It could help them improve greatly.