White Online-Novel

''Spellcaster…'' Isaac's mouth curved upwards. He had always wanted to test other classes.

The Swordsman didn't interest him, but Spellcaster was whole another deal. Beside other Shooter classes, Spellcaster was the one he wanted to test most.

Swoosh!

A puppet left the forest. The puppet was noticeably different. The rusty dagger had vanished, replaced by an iron dagger.

The puppet's body was covered by a hallow armor. It was worse than iron armor but was better than nothing at all.

Isaac spun the cane around and pointed it at the puppet. However, he wasn't sure what to do. The fire kept flickering like it was telling Isaac what to do.

But, it would be crazy to think that he could understand what fire was telling. Isaac now understood his plight. Without knowing how to cast spells would be almost impossible to survive!

The puppet raised the dagger over his head. After reaching optimal striking distance, he swung it down. The arm was extended forward.

The strike seemed weak and pitiful. But, the dagger was sharp enough to kill Isaac in his current state!

Isaac took a step back, narrowly dodging the strike. The puppet staggered forward, the dagger almost touching the ground.

''Well… Fuck it!''

Bam!

Isaac began to smack the head of the puppet. Without knowing how to cast spells, he had one choice— do it the good old way.

Smack the living shit out of the puppet.

The cane struck the puppet in the face, slowly killing it!

Soon, the radiant glow in his eyes disappeared. Isaac did one final smack in the head.

Crash!

The globe went through the face and made a sizeable dent on the back of the skull.

[You Killed Stage 2 Puppet!]

[STAGE 2 BEGINS!]

[Stage 2 - Spellcaster]

''I can't survive like this…'' Isaac smacked himself on the head. Trying to get his mind running. He remembered reading about Spellcasters, but there seemed to be some kind of void inside his mind.

A void that stopped one specific thought from surfacing into his mind.

''Wait…'' Isaac's thoughts cleared. He remembered one very particular, black-haired girl, who was Spellcaster.

''Right… Luna.'' He remembered the names of her spells, and she didn't seem to do anything special.

Chant the spell. Point the cane at the opponent. The attack follows.

Isaac spun around and saw waves of puppets exiting the forest. They all wielded iron daggers.

The puppets felt much more menacing than an only moment ago. The rusty daggers could barely be called a threat. However, iron daggers were a whole different story.

''Let's do it.'' Seeing the puppets nearing made Isaac hurry with his chanting. He pointed the cane in front and started chanting.

''Earth Wall!''

The chant was relatively short. Two short and direct words.

Isaac's eyelids fluttered as he anxiously waited for something to happen. Soon, he figured out that nothing was going to happen.

He expected a tall earth wall to emerge from the ground. But instead, he received disappointment.

His next thought was to run away. However, when he spun around to face the forest, his sleeves fluttered in front of him.

The red color was screaming to be looked at. Isaac's eyes soon shook until a face of realization emerged.

''That's right!'' Isaac pointed the cane toward the puppets, ''How could I forget… Spellcaster attributes are determined by the color of their robes!''

''Luna had multi-colored, which meant she had multiple attributes.

''No wonder Spellcaster Class is called a Lottery, because more colors on their robes, more attributes they can wield.''

''Mine is red… This means…'' Isaac grinned, and the flickering fire became a blazing inferno!

''FIRE BALL!''

Crackle!

SWOOSH!

A fireball emerged out of thin air. The blazing hot fire burned nearby grass into crisps.

The puppets couldn't sense any danger from the fireball and foolishly attacked it.

Then, Isaac swung the cane around, sending the fireball flying.

The puppets burnt to the crisps as the fireball flew near them or over them. More and more puppets kept getting destroyed. They couldn't fight back.

Soon, the fireball had flown across the open clearing and reached the forest. Then, a wildfire ensued.

The fireball exploded into a fiery inferno, burning everything to crisps alongside the puppets about to emerge from the forest.

Isaac wiped his sweat and felt like laughing. However, that could be seen in the wrong light. He was still aware that Sebastian was watching him, and maybe the others had already returned from the restaurant.

…

Ding! Ding!

[Stage 2 over!]

[You Killed 30 Puppets!]

[30 Stat Points Acquired!]

[SP: 30]

…

[Name: Wraith]

[Level: ???]

[HP: 100/100]

[SP: 0]

[Class: Spellcaster]

[STR: 50]

[AGI: 22]

[STA: 30]

…

Clap! Clap!

Sebastian clapped his hands. Amazed at the display of strength his young master was showing.

He turned his body midway, just enough to see the party ongoing in the nearby restaurant.

The crowd, who witnessed LoneSamurai playing, enjoyed the delicious food and drinks.

LoneSamurai was talking with his friend, who was holding the camera. He seemed to be talking with the youth. However, the youth never responded.

To many onlookers, it would seem like that, but LoneSamurai was often glancing at the chat shown on his phone.

Very often, his mouth curved upward into a disgusting smirk.

While they were enjoying the food and drinks. They had no idea that the LoneSamurai's record wasn't far from being broken.

''Hmph.'' Sebastian snorted and shifted his gaze to the leaderboard. Wraith's name was climbing up rather slowly. But, not many had completed the third stage.

And no one had completed the final, fourth stage!

''You can do it…'' He murmured. After glancing at LoneSamurai's name at the top of the leaderboard, he felt irritated.

He would love to see his face when he wasn't at the top anymore.

…

Ding! Ding!

[Stage 3 Commences!]

[Stage 3 - Gunner!]

''Gunner?'' Once again, Isaac's clothes changed. The crimson robes disappeared, replaced by a rather ordinary leather jacket, pants, and shoes.

A vest was draped over the jacket, and two pistol-like guns were hanging from his hips. Next to the guns were also pouches that contained the magazines.