Apocalypse: Generic System by Macronomicon (shoe dog free ebook TXT) 📕

Ron didn’t look much better off, having fought tooth and nail to stay on the ground.

Note to self: Myst users are going to require indirect methods to deal with from now on.

Once Jeb got that little experiment out of the way, they arranged their jobs.

Amanda, Brett and Jeb were the powerleveling team, Ron and Jessica stayed and kept the cave safe. Jeb was fairly sure that she still found Ron suspicious, eyeing the ginger out of the corner of her eye while the Necromancer wasn’t looking.

Either that or she had a crush on the kid.

They are about the same age, Jeb thought, glancing at his own weather-worn hands.

Que sera. She’s only the prettiest girl I’ve seen in ages.

Casey was also on cave detail, though her hands were mostly full taking care of baby Casey.

That’s gonna cause some confusion. But Casey wanted her daughter to be called Casey Thompson the Third, so Jeb didn’t argue with it.

The exercise program for their healer was to stack up as many unique fights with monsters as possible, coming at them from every angle Amanda could manage.

The logic was such: Each person who currently had a class was offered three classes based on their performance within the Tutorial, or failing that, their personal history, the result of some outstanding achievement or their favored manner of fighting.

So it stood to reason if they decked her out in the fantastical full plate the zombies had been carrying and had her kill some monsters, she might get an armor-oriented class.

Or if she killed some creatures without armor, with her bare hands, she might get the opportunity to take a class that made armor unnecessary.

It took a few days of Jeb literally plucking monsters out of the sky or the woods below and tossing them on the ground for her to fight, but eventually, Amanda got the hang of it.

They had her fight in armor, without armor, even a nude brawl against a low-level monster, bludgeoning it to death with her bare hands in the hopes that she'd get a rare class for it.

That fight was awkward. Jeb had to watch carefully so he could intervene if it looked like she was about to lose. Brett and Amanda seemed less worried about it, but still…

They also tried archery and trap-laying at Jeb’s suggestion.

If Amanda got the Mystic Trapsmith Class, I would be absolutely thrilled. The ability to set aside packets of healing to be used at a moment’s notice would be invaluable.

He even knew how to unlock it, but creating a trap using healing magic was a bit of a stretch… he couldn’t think of any reasonable way to pull it off. Some gimmick with skin tension?

Who knows, Jeb thought with a shrug.

Jeb asked around if anyone knew how Eddie had gotten his class, but the consensus was that while Eddie had been stupid, he hadn’t been stupid enough to tell other people how he’d gotten his class.

Three days of battle later, and Amanda had her class selection.

Due to them carefully varying her fighting style, Amanda wound up with six different selections. Apparently three class selections was the minimum and most people didn’t have the luxury to experiment with things that might not work.

1.       Celebrant of Sabrin (A)

2.       Mystic Archer. (B)

3.       Ironskin Brawler (B)

4.       Healer (C)

5.       Courtesan (D)

6.       Companion (D)

The first three were earned recently through Amanda’s powerleveling, while the bottom three related to what she’d been doing in and around the camp during the first three weeks.

The Celebrant class was the rarest, and it offered a substantial bonus to Body, along with a smaller boost to Myst and Nerve. It also came with an attack ability and a passive boost to armor.

Amanda balked at reading the description of the class aloud, saying it was on the table, but waving off any further questions.

The Mystic archer was similar to the Mystic trapsmith, allowing her to infuse her arrows with her magic.

Jeb thought that was an amusing image, shooting people to heal them, but when Ron mentioned they might be able to bypass the restrictions by using a blowgun and needles, he took the class more seriously. It offered a decent boost to Myst and Nerve, with a smaller bonus to Body.

Ironskin Brawler was exactly what it sounded like, giving the healer the ability to strengthen her own skin at will. It offered a large bonus to Body and a small bonus to Nerve.

Healer’s ability added more utility to her Myst powers, giving her a passive bonus to heal others, as well as the ability to recognize and treat ailments above and beyond simple injuries, including diseases and poisons. It came with a decent boost to Myst.

Courtesan was discarded, along with Companion. The two classes were pure support, and did very little to help her defend herself.

They suffered an hour or so of decision paralysis, but Amanda eventually chose the Celebrant of Sabrin. The only class with a well-defined bonus to her ability to attack, as well as good stat increases.

She apologized to Jeb for not taking Healer, as that would have likely been the shortest path to him getting his leg back.

“You act like you cut it off yourself,” he said, waving her off. “I can fly. I’ll be fine.”

They weren’t done after she got the class though. They swaddled Amanda up in armor again, noting how much easier she moved in it than before. And the attack ability…

Amanda’s entire body would glow with soft light moments before she charged forward and split some unlucky creature in half, where before she struggled to pierce their hide.

Not bad.

They were returning for the day when Jeb heard fluttering off to the side and spotted Smartass, with a hobo bindle full of acorns over