Lynn used his mind to expand his class information—
【Celestial Fighter】
【Class Requirements】: Omitted
【Class Growth】: When class level increases, Strength +3, Constitution +3, Agility +1, Perception +1, Free Attribute Points +3; for every four levels, you can choose an angel to sign a contract with and obtain their blessing.
Everything else was the same as before.
Only Class Growth had changed.
Every four levels, he could obtain the blessing of an angel...
This change was likely brought about by the feather-down letter. Through it, Lynn could sign a blessing contract with an angel.
This was undoubtedly good news.
Originally, this class’s growth was slightly lower than that of the 【Voidwalker】.
Now, it seemed to be on par, or had perhaps even surpassed it.
As for the specific effects of the angel’s blessing, he would only find out after changing classes.
However, Lynn’s current class acquisition goals were still several ordinary classes.
If he could condense multiple classes at the same time, he would first activate the ordinary classes to complete his attribute upgrades, and then make a push for these hidden classes.
If not, Lynn would have no choice but to delay the time for condensing classes.
But according to Lynn’s speculation, there was a high probability that he could condense multiple classes.
Because during this time, Lynn had heard that some people in this world could hold multiple classes at the same time, though there would be a certain multiclass penalty.
Hopefully, the monster encyclopedia would give him some surprises.
Lynn closed the encyclopedia.
In any case, this could be considered a blessing in disguise.
After the incident, the rest of the night was incredibly peaceful.
Only the rain showed no signs of stopping, pouring down heavier and heavier.
When the second half of the night arrived and Hilda emerged from her tent to take over, Lynn was still full of energy.
“Yawn—” Hilda let out a yawn. “Lynn, aren’t you tired at all?”
Lynn shook his head.
He had basically said goodbye to the word “tired” by now.
On one hand, his Constitution was already at the level of a class-holder, giving him abundant stamina. Furthermore, with the passive 「Infinite Momentum」 from the 【Dungeon Skeleton】 bloodline, while his stamina wasn’t truly infinite, active movement for three or four days straight was not a problem.
On the other hand, his Intelligence attribute was also high enough that his mind could hold out for a long time.
In short, Lynn was currently in a state of peak vitality.
Hilda spoke up again, “Did something happen during the first half of the night? I suddenly woke up and felt a very familiar presence nearby, but it vanished after just a few seconds.”
Hmm... It seemed Hilda had sensed the descent of Treyer, the God of Fighters.
However, since it involved the monster encyclopedia, Lynn did not mention Treyer’s descent, instead making up a random excuse to brush it off.
“Alright, go get some rest then.”
Hilda sat down next to Lynn. The space was small, leaving barely a few inches of distance between them.
Yet, neither of them paid it any mind.
Hilda tossed a few more pieces of firewood into the campfire. Unfortunately, the dry wood they had cut earlier had also grown somewhat damp, causing a thick plume of smoke to billow out as soon as she threw it in.
A silence fell over them, filled only by the muffled patter of rain against the waterproof tarp and the crackle of the campfire at the edge of the curtain of rain.
“Aren’t you going to rest for a bit?”
Lynn merely gave an “Mm” in response but didn’t leave.
“What bad luck. If this rain keeps falling like this, the supplies under the tarp are going to get soaked and ruined. If only the rain would let up a bit.”
Hilda spoke up again.
Lynn looked toward the edge of the shelter, where the rain fell so heavily it almost formed a curtain walling them off from the outside.
The rain was indeed relentless, and it was only growing heavier.
Thus, Lynn nodded in agreement.
If only the rain would let up.
Unfortunately, his thoughts obviously couldn’t change the weather.
However, Lynn had heard that some of those powerful, High-Circle Mages of the School of Transmutation could use spells to alter the weather.
He wondered when he would be able to reach that level of power.
After sitting quietly with Hilda for a while, Lynn said goodbye and returned to his tent.
Though he didn’t really need the rest, a short nap would still help reset his condition.
As for the 182 goblin Bloodline Points remaining in the encyclopedia... Lynn didn’t plan on using them for now.
These points weren’t enough to activate the “Goblin Leader” bloodline, so Lynn figured he might as well save up more to activate the 【Mana-Surge Mutated Goblin】 bloodline instead.
The rain beat down relentlessly against the tent, but Lynn didn’t find it noisy. On the contrary, it brought him a sense of peace.
The only discomfort was the dampness rising from the ground, leaving him feeling slightly clammy all over.
Before long, under the calming effect of meditation, Lynn drifted into a light sleep.
...
When Lynn woke up again, the first piece of information his brain processed was still the sound of rain hitting the tent.
The rain had still not stopped.
Lynn stepped out of the tent. It was still raining, but the downpour was no longer as fierce as yesterday.
Hilda was using the campfire to briefly heat up some dry rations to serve as breakfast.
As for Henry... he was still in his tent.
Lynn sat down next to Hilda, casually chatting with her while eating the rather bland dry rations.
Not long after, Henry crawled out of his tent.
Despite resting the entire night, Henry was still yawning repeatedly, looking as if he hadn’t slept enough.
Lynn smiled and said, “What, tired already?”
Henry smoothed down his brown hair, which had still been dampened by the moisture despite staying inside the tent.
“I really am a bit tired. I guess adventuring is somewhat different from what I imagined... Although fighting monsters is very interesting, this is the first time I’ve ever experienced sleeping in the rough like this.”
After saying this, Henry looked at Lynn with a hint of envy.
He could tell that although Lynn seemed busy, he always maintained an attitude of enjoying the adventure.
Lynn merely smiled and said nothing.
After all, this was also the first time he was experiencing sleeping out in the wild.
His previous commissions had basically been completed on the same day. A mission that required camping out in the wilderness like this was a first for him too.
However, for the time being, Lynn’s state of mind was quite good.
He didn’t dislike this feeling. On the contrary, he felt it was a nice change of pace in his adventuring life.
If it were purely about finding monsters and subjugating them, it would feel like simply doing a job rather than going on an adventure.
Yet, it was probably only Lynn who had the luxury of enjoying adventuring like this.
Other low-level adventurers probably found merely fighting for their lives against monsters grueling enough, let alone enjoying the experience of sleeping out in the elements.
If not for the high bounties of the commissions, how many people would actually want to be adventurers?
Staying safely in town was what most people sought.
Those like Henry, who were willing to give up a decent livelihood like blacksmithing to become adventurers, were a tiny minority.
Rate on N.U.
