I came here just to get a class. In the old world, a class was the difference between a foot soldier and a king; in this one, it was the difference between a casualty and a survivor.
So when I realised for sure about being sent back in time, the first thing I calculated—above food, above coins, above the museum—was how to get a class as soon as possible.
Getting a class was something incredibly complicated. Most people had two standard paths. Either they would accept the "Blessing" of the gods—effectively tethering their souls to a celestial benefactor—and wait for a class quest to be granted to them, or they would scour the world for rare opportunities.
One of those opportunities was to become a traitor. That was the path Angelica, her friend, and the other so-called "aces" had taken. They traded their humanity for immediate power, receiving classes directly from the Angels.
