Endless Evolution As A Skeleton In A Game-Like World

Even the most basic mana infusement potion would cost three months of her salary, if she took nothing out of it!

Ark had put faith in hard work, hoping that he would awaken a race and class that would change their family situation.

And then as usual, life spat right in his eyes.

[Congratulations Player! You have awakened a race!]

[Skeleton.]

[Rank, Common]

[Continue to work harder and climb the towers! Your future as a player is exceedingly bright!]

Ark felt a cold pit form at the bottom of his non-existent stomach. He had never felt like strangling someone as much as he wanted to strangle whoever wrote that message.

Why skeleton of all things??

There were seven types of races in Eden.

Common—Uncommon—Rare—Blessed—Transcendent—Divine and Unholy

Even an uncommon race would have been a little boost, and yet, he had gotten something on the same level as slimes and giant caterpillars.

Race was not just a flashy title you could use to impress your pairs, it was a huge factor that affected your growth in Eden.

To put this in perspective...

Uncommon races like humans could gain ten stat points per level up, rare races like elves could gain fifteen, and divine races like dragons could gain up to fifty!

Yes, fifty! While he only got seven. The difference was so great that it was not even fair. In five levels, a divine race would have 250 stat points, while an uncommon race would have only 50....

Thankfully, most of humanity stood between uncommon and rare. What were the chances of meeting a dragon, eh?

But that was not where the disparities ended, your race affected the classes available to you. Skeletons could not be knights, artificers or archers, meaning he would draw from an even smaller pool than others.

Ark sighed and ran his bony hand through his bald head. Worse of all, he couldn’t switch back to his human body to enjoy the banquet until a set duration...

”Tch.” He clicked his tongue.

The banquet was rounding up, and the principal stood at the front of the podium, testing his mic.

The brief was about to begin.

Ark jumped down his chair, moving through the mass of bodies. As he walked past some people, they all gave him looks, silently judging him.

The elves stood at their corner, their beauty just as legendary as novels portrayed. The ten-foot giants laughed as he walked by, one of them making a joke about how he could step on him.

The lamias stared at him through slit-like pupils, their every word ending in a hiss as they chatted amongst themselves...

But Ark ignored them all, his eyes locked on the stage.

Well, that was until someone slammed into his back. He stumbled forward, and then he felt five fingers grab his smooth skull before shoving him to the floor.

Clack!

Ark fell, the calcium tablets he had on him tumbling to the floor, only to be crushed underneath a minotaur’s feet.

All eyes turned to him.

Ark sighed as he pushed himself up and turned around.

He knew who it was before his deep, rich voice rumbled with laughter, and his enchanting voice rang out.

”My apologies, Ark. I couldn’t quite see you.”

Ark turned around to see a mountain of a man. His dark hair fell past his shoulders like a river of black silk, his golden eyes shone with amusement, and his spotless skin glinted in the light.

As much as Ark would hate to admit it, he was a rather fetching individual. hHis looks had all but stolen the hearts of majority of the girls.

But that was not the only reason most girls had a thing for him...

He was one of the few classmates who had not just awakened a Blessed Race, but a unique class as well.

”I don’t think we have been introduced. I am Cain Lancelot of the Lancelot family.” He did a mock bow.

”Demon, and Warlock.”