Chapter 409: Birth of the Witch

Luke’s new class was right there waiting for him, the notification pulsing in front of his eyes while he was stared down by a deity that looked like a living black hood. Out of all the absurd things that had happened in the last few minutes, including Angelica’s resurrection as a stone angel, surviving the end of the tutorial, and coming face-to-face with a god that looked like death itself, that notification still managed to leave him stunned.

[You have acquired the Second Class: Witch]

Witch? A witch? What the hell?

Some part of him had been absolutely convinced his second class would be Archer.

He touched the notification without thinking, feeling the word echo across his mind. The Guide, the hooded entity, kept observing him with an unreadable calm, a faint sense of amusement radiating from its silhouette.

[Second Class]: A Second Class emerges when an innate talent awakens within you. This power, long dormant, reveals itself in a crucial moment, granting access to new skills and unlocking new evolutionary paths. A Second Class isn’t something you choose or learn, it’s a natural manifestation of a talent that’s always been there, opening a new road for development.

He knew that explanation by heart. He’d seen this exact text when Charlie first acquired the Pugilist class. But even knowing all that, something still didn’t fit.

Witch? How the hell do I have the talent to be a witch? A witch is… a women’s class, right?

“You’re not entirely wrong,” Sigil answered. “A class usually given to women, though a man obtaining it is rare… which makes this interesting.”

I forget this guy can read minds. I wasn’t talking to you

Luke’s hand instinctively went to the pendant at his neck. He’d been waiting for Artemis to react, to say something, anything. But there was nothing. The necklace felt completely inert.

“Only your soul was brought here,” Sigil explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You are still inside the teleportation portal. Time flows very slowly in this place. For your body on the other side, you are still just disappearing, returning to Earth.”

When Luke focused on the class again, another notification unfolded.

[Witch]: The Witch is a conjurer of dark arts, devoted to forbidden knowledge and the forces that linger beyond death. Driven by an insatiable hunger for understanding and power, her magic manifests as curses and malignant spells that torment and destroy her enemies. On the battlefield, the Witch is the lurking shadow that twists conflict into fear and uncertainty, always seeking new secrets to claim.

Attribute Bonuses per Level: +5 Intelligence, +3 Wisdom, +1 Agility, +1 Endurance, +1 Vitality, +1 Perception, +1 Willpower, +2 Free Points

Luke frowned as he reached the end. Another detail caught him off guard: the attributes Wisdom and Willpower. Completely new, meaning the system itself had changed. And that was just as intriguing as it was unsettling.

“It relates to your rank change,” Sigil said, absolutely unfazed. “When you ascend a rank, you take a step toward divinity. Your body can now withstand greater power. The emergence of the divine spark is translated by the system into new attributes and abilities. You are no longer human, not in race, but in mortality. You are drifting away from your Mortal Self and walking toward your Immortal Self, your God Self. So, congratulations. You now have more attributes to learn, to understand, and to master.”

[Basic Magic Conjuration (Common)]: A Witch learns to summon mana, gaining instinctive control over arcane energy. With it, she begins to channel and manifest that force in a deliberate way, awakening natural abilities tied to magic. This foundation allows her to manipulate mana for different purposes and activate spells stored in scrolls. When channeled through wands, grimoires, other foci, or magic caster weapons, mana becomes sharper and more potent, amplifying both effect and stability.

Before Luke could even respond, Sigil snapped his fingers.

The air behind him rippled like water struck by a falling stone. A moment later, a door began to form, first as thin strands of blue light, then as blocks of black stone rising out of that same glow. It looked less built and more born, as though the world were assembling it piece by piece right in front of them.

“You need to make a decision, Luke Moon… or should I say Luke Baumann?” Sigil teased with a soft laugh. “Choose from the list of beings interested in speaking with you. Which one do you accept? Lakarion, the God who granted you that delightful attire? Or the Bee Queen Mikhayla, famous among assassins, master of brainwashing and enslavement. They’re among the most famous deities assassins tend to cling to.”

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Sigil tilted the hood slightly, studying him despite having no visible eyes.

“Or perhaps you prefer Black Raven? The spy god of ravens? I’m only mentioning the ones whose domains fit your class style. But the list is long. The God of Alchemy, the Bogeyman. Or… your old acquaintance, Samael. Or maybe P, the founder of the Grimhart family. You even befriended one of his descendants, Anne Grimhart.”

He drifted toward the newly formed door, the edge of his mantle shifting even in the absence of wind.