Chapter 536: The Angel’s Second Class

Angie stepped closer to Luke and opened her system interface. “I have news to share with you. My first class evolved, and my second class awakened.”

“Evolved?”

When they had killed the oni, she had been level 48 in her primary class.

“You and Charlie made some progress while I was gone,” he said. Luke himself had barely shown up around camp lately.

“Charlie and Layla went out to train, my lord. I stayed behind. I wanted to wait for you to tell you this.” She hesitated for a moment. “And I can’t gain any more experience right now. My first class is locked at level 50.”

How long has she been waiting here for me?

Angie brought up the class window. “My second class has fully awakened.”

[Cleric]: A Cleric is one who devotes their faith absolutely to an individual, entity, deity, philosophy, or concept. This devotion is not shallow. It is intense, deep, and unshakable. Such faith naturally connects the Cleric to sacred mana, allowing it to manifest through healing, light, or subtler spiritual powers. Clerics stand as pillars for those who share their belief, offering support, protection, and hope on the battlefield. Yet that same faith can make them merciless toward anything that opposes what they venerate. To a Cleric, doubt is weakness, and heresy is a sin to be corrected. Whether sustaining allies with blessings, dispelling curses, or stepping forward when faith demands direct action, a Cleric does not fight with weapons or magic alone. They fight with conviction. Their strength is born from belief, and the firmer their faith, the farther they can go.
Attribute Bonuses per Level: +4 Wisdom, +3 Willpower, +3 Vitality, +2 Endurance, +2 Toughness, +1 Strength, +1 Perception, +2 Free Points.

“A Cleric…?” Luke muttered, intrigued.

I was sure she’d awaken an archer class. This is unexpected.

A Cleric was devoted to something, or someone. Looking at Angie, he realized her devotion to him ran far deeper than he had ever assumed.

[Angie has acquired the Cleric class!]

[Unlocking class skills. Please wait…]

“I thought it would be an archer class too,” Angie admitted. “But I’m happy with this.”

The class took a few days to awaken. Charlie awakened her second class in minutes when it was her turn, mine took a few hours, and Angie’s took the longest. Is there an explanation for that?

He concluded it might be due to compatibility. He himself had an unusually high affinity for mana, which was why classes like Sorcerer or Mage had been within reach.

The delay isn’t a flaw. If anything, it might be because of her intellect and the fact that she’s a higher life-form. She probably has compatibility with a wide range of classes.

Luke tapped the skill Angie had unlocked.

[Basic Magic Conjuration (Common)]: The Cleric learns to evoke sacred mana, gaining instinctive control over magic tied to faith, light, and healing. This allows deliberate channeling and manifestation of such mana, awakening natural skills associated with the sacred and the spiritual. This foundation enables the manipulation of mana for different purposes and the activation of spells stored in scrolls or divine artifacts. When channeled through sacred symbols, staves, relics, or magic-conductive weapons, the mana becomes more stable and potent, amplifying both effect and consistency.

It’s similar to my Witch skill. She’s basically a mage.

“Looks like we’ll need to get me a second weapon.”

“A wand should do the job,” he said. “I picked up a few from the corpses back at the abyss base. Artemis has them. When you see Charlie, talk to her.”

Charlie had taken the necklace with her.

[Evolving a skill…]

A new notification appeared.

“That’s new,” Angie said.

[Your Lesser Valkyrie Healing has evolved]

The message unfolded before her eyes.

[Valkyrie Lesser Heal] -> [Basic Heal]

And beneath it, the full description followed.

[Basic Heal (Common)]: The Cleric receives initiation into the manipulation of restorative mana, channeling simple magic to treat minor wounds and stabilize allies in combat. This skill provides a reliable means of keeping the party alive, gradually restoring health and preventing fatal collapses during prolonged engagements. When channeled through wands, staves, or other focus items, the magic gains increased potency and effectiveness, further amplifying its healing effects.

“Heal?”

What might have pushed Angie toward the Cleric path was likely her natural affinity for restorative magic, paired with her devotion. There was also a strong chance she resonated with sacred and light-based mana.

“My lord, look,” she said.

Angie raised her palm, and it glowed with a vivid green light. Before, the glow had been faint, barely noticeable. Now it was brighter, alive, with small green particles drifting around her hand.

“Now let’s see what kind of Valkyrie your class evolved into,” he said.

***

Vaelor came to, with no idea how much time had passed. He only knew that something had happened. The consciousness inhabiting that body had somehow been frozen in time. He could feel the discontinuity echoing from his true body in another universe. When his senses returned, he found himself staring at Sovereign Azazel and another figure standing beside him.

“Hello, little ghost,” the stranger said casually. “I didn’t introduce myself properly before. My name is Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus?

His thoughts were still fogged. Even hearing the name, his mind refused to process it.

“Sorry about that,” Asmodeus went on, snapping his fingers. “Looks like my presence-erasure was getting in the way. There we go. Now you can think without Forgetting creeping in.”

“Asmodeus?!” Vaelor shouted as everything suddenly clicked into place.

The name echoed in his mind. The God of Chaos. A Primordial. A master of deception.

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Two Primordials? I met two Primordials in such a short time?!

Vaelor could barely believe it. Not even the Demon Emperors had achieved something like that, at least not this quickly. None of the Demon Emperors had ever met Sovereign Azazel. Of that, Vaelor was certain. And now both Primordials were standing right in front of him.

“Yes, it’s really me,” Asmodeus said with a grin. “The kindest and most humble demon to ever exist. And unfortunately, I’m no longer signing autographs.”

He tossed a bottle toward Vaelor.

“Vaelor Vath’Ironak,” Azazel said.

He spoke my full name.

Vaelor always felt a quiet pride whenever that happened.

“Can this be added as an ingredient when we forge Luke Moon’s core?” Azazel asked.

“Sovereign, I’m not worthy of such a question. You already know the answer better than I do,” Vaelor replied.

Or is this a test?

He didn’t know. He looked down at the bottle. Inside, a single drop of blood floated, suspended.

“A drop of blood… and it’s clearly something special,” Vaelor murmured.

“You are the expert in forging a core capable of awakening a Spectral Beast,” Azazel continued. “Would adding something like this, along with that special eye, be dangerous?”

Vaelor examined the blood more closely. It resisted full analysis.