Grandmaster Of All Job Class

Chapter 43 - Accelerate

Joan was on his fastest by using his skill [Accelerate]. The wind blew past him, the dirt being hurled by his every step. Accelerating at a very fast intensity.

Even a small wasted movement was not being done in the slightest. Running like the wind, while being a fish in the water. Striding to the road of their village.

He saw from the sky, a darkened mass of clouds to envelop the whole surroundings. Making the sun disappear and the day became dusk. All were happening too fast and was not even the best time to happen. He didn't even have the time to bury his parents on their graves properly and was struck with the notion to save first his students.

It only made him in a very bad mood as he regretted that he didn't warn the village to relocate and leave immediately. Even so, it was already too late.. He didn't even expect it to be so fast.

Not being able to convince his father who didn't believe in the God who created him. With rising feelings of regret, he didn't want it to add to his mental breakdown. At least he can save his students this time.

He was not yet getting farther away from their home, he can already see evil entities up ahead of the hilly dirt road. Crawling abomination that has no feet with only arms to crawl was fast approaching him.

Even Undead was running towards him. A black miasma of devil's aura was emitting in their cuts.

It can contaminate one's soul with that miasma that it can turn them into one of them. Making their soul into undead. It was dangerous to be bitten by them as a tainted soul will not be able to go to the afterlife and turned ones will roam the lands for eternity.

Joan saw that a battle was inevitable. He was annoyed by the enemy's presences and it will only waste his time. Not wanting his students to run into something like them was on his mind.

In Joan's mind, maybe they were just stalling time for him not to reach him. It was something that he needs to overcome. But also it will be a tough one, that kinds of enemies were also hard to deal with.

Not even saying goodbye to his parents, he felt an ache struck his heart. More so, he thought he will never return to this village. It was the last time he will see his parents. Never turning back, he shouted as he dashed. Preparing to fight or to just run away, he thought to be the quickest in executing any of the two. Killing them as fast as he could and running away when they were killed.

He was empty-handed as he let go of his bow as well as his quiver of arrows. Only the letter from the village elder was in his pocket. Not a single coin nor wealth to buy anything but only the letter.

Joan's memories resurfaced again of his father giving him the letter. It was the only treasure that he can give to him. He didn't think that his father would do so far as to ask for the recommendation on the village elder who was at the same time, a brother of the principal of the academy.

He was also one of the villagers to die in the hands of the Imps. It would be devastating to let the principal hear that he was already dead.

As he dashed, he equipped his Ronin Job Class.

'Equip Ronin Job Class!'

Saying the job class out loud was awkward to his taste.

'[Conjure armor], [Conjure katana]!'

Two of his skills were immediately cast and it was successfully summoned. His Samurai armor was colored red, emitting an aura made of mana. His sword was gushing out mana that was cold to the sight.

'[Accelerate]'

The skill then took effect and he dashed faster and faster to a terrifying degree. Wielding his sword adjacent to his side abdomen, he wields the katana to his right and the scabbard to the left. He dashed like a pouncing cheetah. Headfirst and his feet last.

All enemies were rushing in his direction but all were slashed vehemently. Cutting their neck as well as their shoulders. Hands included and thighs. Undead and abominations alike.

Rays of blood were splattered immediately after he passed through them. Limbs were thrown left and right as it was all scattered in his wake.

Some blood of the undead was splattering in his armor and it was eating away the mana made armor of his. Making him forcefully regenerate the armor with his mana. Reinforcing it was the best thing to do as evil miasma was very dangerous. More than any poison you can think of. Only holy water can dispel the tainted soul.

Joan killed anything on his travel but his armor was barely able to protect him. It was because he was running out of mana. Making him perspire and due to consuming stamina with his skill [Accelerate] and his mana well was not yet fully developed.

It was overbearing on his part and only the shoulder pads of the armor were left. Joan stabbed the sword on the ground and gasped for air.

Bodies of the enemies faded and soon enveloped his body. Making Joan stronger compared from the start of the battle.

Looking at the far end of the monster swarm, he can only smirk at the process. Staring at his katana that can only last for another round of killing.

Having chips on the sword made him reinforce the durability with his mana. The sword then repaired itself and it was good as new.

The swarm of monsters from afar made him think of a plan to use. His Lycan's [Beast call] was in use and he was thinking of a summoner class that has the same strength as the Lycan.

His thought was the Druid or the Necromancer. Druid has summons like the vine and the bear but it lacked the numbers compared to the Necromancer.

Thinking of it, the durability of the Druid's summons were outstanding and very tough. Even though it has its strengths, it also has a weakness. Which were their numbers. But if you have [Spirit and Soul Duplication], you can have another version of yourself who could do the same skill as you.

Two of you can do [Shapeshift werebear], [Summon vine] [Summon bear] and as well as [Spirit armor]. Totalling two of you, two bears, and two vines. A pretty niche job class if you will imagine.

Now if we proceed to the Necromancer, although not as many as the [Legion]. Which was not unlimited to use, it can only be used when you are triggered. Ultimately exhausting yourself as they will consume your feelings or emotions of Wrath, Despair, or Anguish.

Necromancers were born as the bringers of death. So was the Angel of Death. Knowing him since his past life and was his Angel in his Necromancer state.

Necromancers have many summons who were not limited to the skill [Skeleton]. Skeleton Knights, Archers, Wizards, Reapers, and Warriors. [Ghosts] who were immune to Physical damages but weak to Elemental damage and especially Holy damage. As well as [Angel of Death].

Thinking of it, he picked the Necromancer for a reason. They were not very mana consuming compared to the Druid, it was the logical reason because of his state. Not having mana potions only made it worst.

He didn't have mana potions and it was due to being poor and it was pricey if he will think about it. Not having a single coin only made him nerfed.

He can only smirk at their way of life and their circumstance. Barely able to eat while working under the sun.