My Genre Is Different From Everyone Else’s - Chapter 1 Part 3
After changing classes, I found myself, quite literally, soaring around.
I could demolish buildings with nothing but my bare hands and leap through the air, crushing aerial monsters beneath my feet. The monsters that had once made me tremble with fear now crumbled like cookies in my grasp.
No monster could penetrate the dopo Rang had dressed me in or the durumagi draped over my shoulders. The black lantern he had given me, fashioned from lightning-struck jujube wood, radiated power beyond human limits every day. With each rap against the ground, blue flames burst forth, and black shadows cloaked the world.
Technically speaking, I was a magic-type. The lantern was like an Eastern-style magic staff, but almost every day I would detach the lantern part and wield the handle as a spear.
I drove it through the monsters’ hearts. Though I could have easily handled them from a distance with fire and shadows, I preferred to kill them directly.
It was a reward for me, who had to tremble in fear every day before changing classes—a way to reclaim the self-esteem I had lost while living in terror.
Seeing the monsters clutching their pierced hearts was a confirmation that I was no longer the person I used to be.
After repeating this several times and earning Rang’s approval, a little less than a year after the sky collapsed, just when I had a certain conviction—
I re-entered a sky shard, a place I had only visited during my meetings with Rang.
Sky shards were a kind of gate. While some led to class officials offering hidden classes, those that didn’t connected to worlds brimming with monsters.
The gate I entered was the largest sky shard in the country, spewing the most dangerous monsters as well. I killed every monster inside the gate and set them ablaze.
It was in that moment, as I witnessed the world within the shard consumed by blue flames, that I truly got a sense of the fact that I was a magic-type for the very first time.
Once there were no more monsters to spew out, the shard returned to the sky. I was the first to restore a sky shard to the sky. Even I hadn’t anticipated such an outcome when I entered the shard.
At the time, among the noncombatant hidden class changers in Korea, there was one whose power was specialized in information transmission and announced that fact to the entire world.
Soon, the fortunate few who had undergone hidden or high-compatibility class changes, along with those who could be considered somewhat strong, gathered to enter the largest sky shard in each of their respective countries.
Some succeeded, and some failed. But even those who failed tried again, and eventually, each country managed to send its largest sky shard back to the sky.
For the past year, humanity had laboured tirelessly to restore the sky. As a result, the sky, though still ghastly and marred with holes here and there, began to resemble its former self.
As the class changers busied themselves with the sky shards, the rest of humanity focused on their preparations for a return to normal life.
They sent their children back to school, laid the groundwork for a normal life, and re-established laws. It took a full year, but their efforts paid off.
Humanity had succeeded in creating a system for class changers, who were, to put it nicely, the heroes who stood against the monsters, but also the outlaws that no one could fight against in this ruined world. Alongside, they established laws for non-class changers.
Of course, strength was needed to build this foundation.
Fortunately, Lee Hoyeon, the first ‘official’ class changer, was a kind person. He always went out of his way to help establish this system, sometimes to the point where it seemed excessive.
Once a system was established in one country, others quickly followed suit.
Thanks to this newly established framework, I was finally able to reunite with my family after two years of separation. I wasn’t alone in this; many others were able to reunite with their loved ones as well.
Now, the present day, two and a half years after the sky collapsed.
The moment I heard that my collapsed university had been rebuilt, I immediately enrolled and resumed my postponed education. I hid my identity as a class changer and quietly integrated myself into school life.
The collapsed sky seemed to be unable to be fully repaired, and every now and then, a shard would fall. Monsters built their nests inside these shards, and if left unchecked for too long, they would spew forth the monsters.
However, the countless guilds formed during the year of effort would take it upon themselves to attack the sky shards and send them back to the sky.
Of course, just because I was hiding my identity as a class changer didn’t mean that I’d given up monster hunting altogether, so I’d still send back sky shards from time to time.
There were several reasons for this, the first being that it served as a stress reliever—after all, I couldn’t beat my professors to a pulp, could I?
The second reason was money.
The inside of sky shards, in other words, the inside of the gates, led to another world. The resources inside became the foundation for the development of our ruined world, transforming what had once seemed impossible into reality.
It was ironic to think that the very sky shards responsible for the world’s destruction were now pivotal in its reconstruction.
Only class changers, and even among them, specifically those who worked as hunters, could obtain these resources, so naturally, they were expensive, both in their raw form and as finished products. Thanks to that, class changers were able to live a rather cushy life, even surpassing civil service as the number one dream job.
For me, it was a high-profit and long-term part-time job.
Today was the same as usual. After throwing my mouse aside in frustration while working on a report, I told my parents, who were watching TV in the living room, that I was heading to the convenience store, and then stepped out of the house.
Thanks to the majority of sky shards being returned, distinguishing between night and day had become possible again. During the day, it resembled the sky I knew, and even now, at night, it imitated the night I was familiar with.
There was no one to be seen under the pitch-black sky, and with the certainty my shadows brought, creeping through the area but unable to find anyone, I stopped walking.
I removed my subspace ring—a rare item that, due to the scarcity of materials and the limited number of production-type hidden class changers, could barely be produced once a month. I flicked it into the air, and a meticulous magic circle began to spin before me.
I reached into the circle and pulled out a durumagi made of smooth, black silk, which I draped over my shoulders. Then, as my shadow extended, Ryu poked its head from inside it.
Ryu was the name of the lantern made of lightning-struck jujube wood, adorned with a small house-shaped lamp. Though I usually left the lamp part behind and only used the handle.
Rang had once told me that a weapon that surpassed its limits would be given a name.
Of course, he also told me that the weapon he gave me was a lantern, not a spear or a stick that I could swing around and beat people with. As always, I gave him an appreciative reply, but never quite heeded his advice.
I felt a twinge of guilt toward Rang, but personally, I found more satisfaction in the impact of launching the stick in the air and hitting something with it, or swinging it around to beat something with it, than in just waving it around in the air.
I also retrieved a mask from the magic circle and put it on. This mask, a gift from Rang, was intended to help me conceal my identity.
[Kkaebi Mask
: A dokkaebi mask. Its name is cute. It has no other effects.
Had I been able to see the item description, a system window like that might have appeared. Since the mask’s primary function was to conceal my identity, it had no special effects.
‘Its cute name is enough for me,’ I thought lightly.
A black silk durumagi layered on top of a black tracksuit. A long black lantern that, although without a lamp, was taller than me. A dokkaebi half-mask, adorned with horns and a long veil that cascaded down to my tailbone.
It was an all-black ensemble, frightening enough to make someone scream and go into cardiac arrest if they happened to see me while passing by.
But that was beside the point. The mask was merely a precaution, and I’d never been caught by anyone before.
So, brimming with confidence, I―
—got caught.
“……”
“……”
By Lee Hoyeon.
Lee Hoyeon, whose identity was his white hair, naturally and immediately recognized me, whose identity was that I was the only one shooting an eastern fantasy while everyone else was shooting a western fantasy.
“Ryu…”
I lunged at Lee Hoyeon and struck the back of his neck. Lee Hoyeon, the strongest of all the physical-type class changers, seemed bewildered by a magic-type who preferred to solve things with her body instead and stuttered uncharacteristically before finally passing out.
This was where the real problem began. The fact that a magic-type class changer with a rare mental-type skill was too used to solving things with her body. Both I and the class official who gave me the class would’ve lamented the sight.
“I f*cked up…”
I should have stopped with this muscle mage act.
After much deliberation, I activated the connector on Lee Hoyeon’s wrist and typed out a message. The recipient was the guild master of Lee Hoyeon’s guild.
― Nickname(Rivel): I’m sorry. I accidentally knocked out one of your own. We’re near the c-58 gate… Please come pick him up…
And then I ran away. Long live the connector. Long live noncombatant hidden classes.
As I ran back home, stuffing the durumagi and everything else into the subspace, I thought, ‘Ah, I could have just escaped to the hidden gate or melded into the shadows.’ It was a common mistake for a mage who was more accustomed to using their body than their magic.
Storyteller Clementine's Words
I use the volume version of the raws, which means the chapters are longer than usual. The way I personally split chapters may differ from the webnovel version since I split purely based on vibes, pls keep this in mind when reading >.<
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Thank for the chapter!!