Hades's third race had not chosen a combat class. Having an ultimate Warrior and an ultimate Magic Caster was enough; adding another combat class wouldn't make one plus one plus one greater than three. In fact, the abundance of skills and complicated controls might even lower his overall strength.
That might only have been true in YGGDRASIL, though. Now that he was in the real world, the traits of an undead creature were affecting his mind. As a human, he didn't find the feeling pleasant, but his thoughts were unexpectedly clear.
When he saw his skeletal hands and panicked, his emotions had settled in the blink of an eye. It was as if he had been forced to calm down, and Hades judged that this was probably a trait of his undead body.
So he reasoned that if his third class were a combat class, the traits of an undead creature might help him break free of the limitations of a human body, letting him smoothly coordinate the magic and skills of all three classes and bring out their full potential.
Of course, this was only a guess Hades had made when he had just become an undead creature. He couldn't know how things would really turn out. The class combination he had now was one he'd settled on after trying dozens of different setups.
He couldn't call it perfect, but this combination could handle any situation. Weighing the pros and cons, the benefits definitely outweighed the drawbacks.
So he chose a production class for his third one. That would make it convenient to repair his equipment and save him some money. He hadn't been short on cash in his original world, but he still didn't want to get ripped off.
Compared to combat classes, there weren't many kinds of production classes. For those classes, ability depended on proficiency. In short, you raised your proficiency by continually producing items and equipment.
Almost all one hundred levels of Hades's third-race character were filled with production classes, so this character had little combat ability.
In YGGDRASIL, players who devoted themselves entirely to production classes had no problem with that. But since the operators allowed each person to register only one account, few people were willing to give up combat ability altogether just to focus on production.
There weren't many players like Hades, who had used all one hundred levels for production classes. But since Hades had the Seed of the World Tree, he didn't mind having this sort of class combination.
Though he was an elf, Hades didn't feel all that different from a human. That put him at ease. After his experience as an undead creature, he'd expected an elven body to feel drastically different from a human one, but so far, nothing had changed.
"From what I can tell, the items and abilities from YGGDRASIL can all be used." Hades rubbed his chin, looked at the haystack in front of him, and suddenly reached out.
"Greater Appraisal Magic Items."
A flash of magic passed over him, and a string of information flooded his mind. Hades then learned everything there was to know about the haystack.
Item: Haystack
Magical Effect: None
"Uh..."
Hades felt like an idiot. Did he really need to appraise something like this? He could see with his own eyes that it was a stack of hay, and he'd used a seventh-tier spell to appraise it.
In YGGDRASIL, he would've cursed himself for having too much time on his hands. But now he was only testing whether he could cast spells.
Although his elven character belonged to a production class, that didn't mean he couldn't use any magic or skills. For example, Blacksmith gave him ten combat levels, and with the fifteen levels of the basic Warrior class, he had twenty-five Warrior levels.
This was because the Warrior class provided certain stat bonuses to Blacksmith. So when choosing his production classes, Hades had given up the Chef class, which he thought was useless, and chosen Warrior instead.
As for Alchemist and the classes related to potion-making, together they gave him forty-five levels in spellcasting classes, allowing him to cast spells up to the seventh tier.
However, having Warrior levels and spellcaster levels didn't mean he could learn the usual skills and spells of a Warrior or a Magic Caster.
The skills and spells available to an elven character were almost all related to production classes. Although he did have some combat ability, it was practically nothing compared to that of a normal level-one-hundred YGGDRASIL player.
"I can use items and magic, but skills..."
Hades looked around. The livestock shed didn't seem very sturdy. If he used a skill, it would probably do more than make a little noise. The shed might collapse.
Enri's father had kindly taken him in. He couldn't very well damage their shed.
"Hmm... I remember there was a forest on the way here."
Hades touched the Seed of the World Tree and activated it, switching to his undead character. He didn't like how being undead felt, but only that character could use teleportation magic.
"Greater Teleportation."
The view changed, and Hades appeared in the air above the forest he'd passed earlier. It was some distance from the village, so it wouldn't matter if he made a commotion. It was also a fair distance from Nazarick.
"Nazarick..."
Hades's thoughts suddenly stalled. He looked toward Nazarick, and the World Will suddenly appeared in his hand. But a moment later, he put it away again.
Hades didn't know whether he would have been transported to this world if he hadn't come to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Maybe he would have. Maybe he wouldn't.
Come to think of it, he'd logged in because of that battle years ago with the guild leader of Ainz Ooal Gown. Of course, to him, that was all in the past. He'd only come to Nazarick to put a period on the end of his youthful days.
But he hadn't expected to encounter something so bizarre. The old grudges were behind him, and he had no reason to blame the Ainz Ooal Gown guild for his current predicament.
He'd arrived in what seemed to be a world other than his own. Something this strange had to have a reason behind it.
Hades didn't believe that things happened for no reason. In his original world, he'd been one of life's winners. He didn't want to spend the rest of his days in this almost-primitive world.
Still...
Hades glanced toward Nazarick again.
Could a guild that had done evil in YGGDRASIL have members who had come here, too?
Although the Great Tomb of Nazarick had also arrived in this world, if no one had been online when the game shut down, then its members probably wouldn't have come here.
No, that wasn't necessarily true. Hades couldn't contact any of the six members of his guild. He figured they must have stayed until the very end and been forcibly logged out of the game.
If being online was a requirement for coming here, why couldn't he contact the six members who had been online with the guild? Perhaps the players who came here had simply been chosen at random from among those who were logged in.
Thinking about it that way made Hades feel a little more at ease. Perhaps Nazarick was empty now, with no players inside.
In any case, the most urgent thing right now wasn't Nazarick. It was learning about this world.
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