Blademaster

"My dungeon rewards could actually be chosen? Was there some kind of mistake?"

Looking at the menu-like rows of reward options before him, Wang Zhifan was deeply puzzled. From the original owner's memories he had just absorbed, he clearly knew that every player's dungeon rewards were basically determined by luck. He had never heard of anyone being able to choose their own rewards.

"Hiss... My body really hurts... I wonder if I can still make a selection after leaving the dungeon. To be safe, I'd better choose quickly and return."

Since his physical condition was extremely poor, and he might even fall unconscious again, Wang Zhifan did not patiently read through the reward descriptions one by one. Instead, he made his choices very quickly.

"The highest-grade reward here is the rare weapon, Blade of the Wolf Fiend. It suits me perfectly, so I'll take it."

"I can only choose one Blade of the Wolf Fiend? Then I'll take a fine-grade piece of armor... and finally this one..."

After swiftly selecting his rewards, Wang Zhifan discovered that the three items he had chosen instantly appeared in the empty chest beside him, whose lid had long since been opened.

Having confirmed that he had truly completed a self-selected dungeon reward, Wang Zhifan's next steps were simple.

First, he used his mind to transfer the chipped short blade in his right hand into his personal storage space. Then, disregarding his battered and agonized body, he slowly inched toward the reward chest. With great difficulty, he stretched out a hand and touched the items in the chest one by one, using his mind again to transfer them all into his personal storage space.

Personal storage space was a function available to every player. As a novice player, Wang Zhifan's storage space was fairly small, only about one cubic meter, but it was more than enough to hold the three rewards he had just selected.

After barely finishing this final task, Wang Zhifan, already dizzy and on the verge of fainting again, quickly used his mind to select the return function on his panel.

The moment he issued the command, his entire body fell into a daze. When his consciousness became clear again, the wilderness and blue sky before him had vanished, replaced by an old grayish-white ceiling. A small spider was even passing across it at that moment, leisurely crawling into one of its cracks.

"My body feels completely normal again. These clothes are still tattered, but at least all the bloodstains are gone."

After quickly confirming that his formerly damaged body had been perfectly restored, Wang Zhifan promptly sat up from the single bed he had been lying on and began checking his other circumstances.

The first thing that caught his attention was his clothing. While in the dungeon, the Silver-Gray Dire Wolf's attacks had turned his clothes into a complete mess. Now that his body had fully recovered, the clothes remained tattered, though every trace of blood that had stained them had disappeared.

"According to the original owner's memories, these clothes seem to be equipment too..."

Rather than immediately dealing with the ragged strips of cloth hanging from his body, Wang Zhifan used his mind to inspect his player panel.

Name: Wang Zhifan.

Status: Normal.

Level: Lv1.

Experience: 36/100.

Class: Blademaster.

Constitution: 11.

Strength: 12.

Agility: 12.

Spirit: 11.

Skill: Basic Blade Art Lv1.

Equipped: Cloth Armor (Common) (Damaged).

Personal Storage: Blade of the Wolf Fiend (Rare), Short Blade (Common) (Damaged), Wolfhide Armor (Fine), Warrior Skill Upgrade Scroll (Fine).

As the panel showed, the only equipment Wang Zhifan currently had equipped was a damaged set of cloth armor—the ragged strips wrapped around his body. He remembered that this ruined armor, like the short blade in his personal storage space, had been starting equipment he received after becoming a player.

The process by which the original owner, who shared Wang Zhifan's name, became a player had actually been rather complicated. Unlike many players in this world, who had suddenly been granted this miraculous identity by some unknown great existence, the original owner had become a player by choice. He had spent a considerable amount of money and effort finding channels to buy a player class card.

Like player equipment, player class cards could also potentially be obtained from dungeon treasure chests. Once used by someone who was not a player, they would immediately gain player status and take on the corresponding starting class.

After all, those who became players after being summoned by unknown great existences all had the opportunity at the beginning to choose a starting class. Every player could select their preferred starting path according to their own circumstances and wishes. Those who became players by purchasing player class cards were the same; they too could choose their starting class with considerable freedom, provided they could find someone selling such a card and could afford its price.

Thus, Wang Zhifan now understood why the original owner had become such a miserable cannon-fodder warrior player. Blademaster, a typical close-combat warrior class, undoubtedly faced enormous risks and pressure in dungeons. Such class cards were therefore surely relatively cheap, making them a suitable choice for someone like the original owner, whose finances were merely average. Otherwise, becoming a firearm-class player or another kind of ranged-class player would definitely have been a better choice.

"Blademaster... The drawbacks of this kind of melee class still seem too great... But the original owner seemed to have heard on the forums that some dungeons can drop class-change cards. I'll change classes when I get the chance."

Since he had already taken on a miserable melee cannon-fodder class, Wang Zhifan did not worry too much about it. He would have opportunities to make up for it in the future, assuming he could survive until then.

As he pondered, Wang Zhifan transferred the tattered cloth armor on his body into his personal storage space and changed into the fine-grade Wolfhide Armor he had selected earlier.

Equipment produced by dungeons generally possessed adaptive properties. When Wang Zhifan put it on, he found that it fit him perfectly, as if tailored specifically for him. However, this fitted silver-gray wolfhide armor was far too warm, making it somewhat unsuitable for the current hot season.

Wolfhide Armor (Fine)

This finely crafted wolfhide armor is made from the fur of a rare Silver-Gray Dire Wolf. Not only does it provide excellent warmth, it also offers decent protection against physical attacks such as slashing, stabbing, and thrusting. However, it is easily damaged by fire-element attacks.