All MILFs are Mine Chapter 318: Dark Summoner
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
In the shadowy confines of the dungeon's first level, the atmosphere was thick with the musty aroma of moist rock and timber.
Leon lounged on a large wooden seat, a sly grin playing across his lips while a holographic display hovered right in his sight.
"System... I'm ready to switch classes."
A glowing azure interface materialized in front of him.
[Class Change is available!]
[Do you confirm the class switch?]
[Yes / No]
"Yes," Leon replied instantly, without a second thought.
As soon as his choice was acknowledged, a trio of intense red alert panels burst forth sequentially, each bordered by throbbing crimson glows.
[Warning: Switching classes will erase all existing class-specific abilities and revert class advancement to level 1. Core HP and MP stats will remain intact.]
[Warning: You can bypass the class switch option anytime.]
[Warning: Class switching is limited to once in a lifetime. Decide carefully, as all current class-linked skills will be forfeited.]
Leon whistled softly, his brows arching as he eyed the boldly blinking scarlet notifications.
"Wow... those are some massive, fiercely glaring red panels," he murmured to himself, somewhat entertained.
He perused the alerts once more, taking his time to absorb every detail.
"So my level drops back to one... but the HP and MP I've accumulated stay put?" A contemplative spark lit his gaze. "Sure, I'll forfeit the scaling bonuses from my present class... but really? It doesn't matter."
He let out a wry laugh.
"This 'Alchemist' class of mine is utterly pointless for me. I've got no desire to waste time concocting elixirs or blending botanicals, and the associated spells mean nothing to me. So yes... I'm going ahead."
With a firm tap of his finger, he selected [Yes].
[Class Change initiated...]
[Note: 50 class levels reset by force!]
[Choose your new class before the deadline: 30 minutes.]
"A time limit?" Leon's eyes widened briefly, the phrase surprising him.
Without delay, an extensive vertical menu rolled out before his eyes.
[Swordsman]
[Archer]
[Alchemist]
[Mage]
[Dark Mage]
... [Click for more]
"More...?" he repeated, confused. He extended his hand and pressed the link.
The display surged open in a whirlwind expansion, morphing into a vast, ethereal sheet of text that extended well past his view. Countless—perhaps thousands—of class titles paraded by in orderly rows.
"Holy shit..." Leon exhaled, his eyes bulging in true astonishment.
Shadow Master.
Mind Flayer.
Necromancer.
Circus Master.
Blood Sovereign.
Abyssal Contractor.
Void Weaver...
These weren't the tame, entry-level classes from novice towns. These were the authentic ones. Classes drawn from humans, races, horrors, and beasts across this entire realm.
He scrolled deliberately, seeking out striking names, attracted to the lengthier, shadowy, more intriguing labels. Over the subsequent twenty-six minutes, he devoured summary after summary with his rapid reading ability, whispering to himself, balancing advantages and drawbacks, rejecting numerous alluring choices in moments.
Until just four lingered vividly in his thoughts.
[Puppet Master]
[Malice Embodiment]
[Shadow Revenant]
[Dark Summoner]
All of them offered insane flexibility—entry to nearly every shadow spell branch, akin to an elite Dark Mage, but warped into something uniquely perilous.
A piercing tone cut through his deliberations.
[Warning: Under 5 minutes until class selection expires.]
[Failure to choose in 4 minutes and 23 seconds will abort the switch and lock you to {Alchemist} permanently.]
"Damn—damn—damn!" Leon cursed quietly, his heart racing.
He fixed his gaze on the four illuminated class interfaces suspended in front of him, each with its precise summary.
[Name: Puppet Master]
[Type: Monster]
[Description: The Puppet Master can call forth realistic human-like puppets, customizable in form to suit the master's whims. Their motions and deeds are directed from afar, regardless of separation. Puppets evolve in strength with their maker and, in response, boost the master's capabilities.]
[Name: Malice Embodiment]
[Type: Demon]
[Description: A Malice Embodiment siphons power from surrounding negative mana, using it to fortify the physique and cast ruinous taboo spells free from typical repercussions or costs. Thrives immensely in zones rife with hostile energies such as negative mana. Greatly diminished in neutral or positive mana-heavy locales.]
[Name: Shadow Revenant]
[Type: Undead]
[Description: Shadow Revenant stands as a scarce class beyond the reach of typical undead. Shadow Revenants excel in dark or shadow-based sorcery. They command shadows at will, yet prove completely ineffective absent any shadows to wield.]
[Name: Dark Summoner]
[Type: Unknown]
[Description: The Dark Summoner ranks among the most horrific and potent classes, enabling the invocation of entities capable of toppling realms with a mere gesture from the abyssal voids of purgatory.
Yet, every power demands a price.]
"Damn it... I'm totally lost. Which should I go with?" Leon wondered aloud, clutching his head with both hands as he pondered intensely.
[Warning: Under 59 seconds left. Select the class or-]
Leon waved away the alert right away and shut his eyes, deliberating with focus.
'Puppet Master looks ideal since I could create puppets resembling anyone. It'd aid in schemes, but that's insufficient.
Malice Embodiment seems solid too... Yet picking it would be foolish. Negative mana lurks only in nightmarish spots, and it falters without it. Not for me.
Shadow Revenant holds power, but I refuse to tie my abilities solely to shadows.
That leaves just one... The details are sparse, but this summary feels ominous. I hope this isn't a blunder.' Leon reflected, then opened his eyes and selected the final choice on impulse.
[Class change confirmed.]
[Estimated Time: 5:59:59]
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