Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

She looks at me questioningly but obliges, "sure… A Mage is usually a general practitioner of the art of magic, usually moving on to imbuement of scrolls, enchantment of items, etc. Wizards are arcane casters of magical spells. Sorcerers are descendants of magical beings or phenomena such as dragons or storms of magical energy or elementals.

Warlocks are beings who gains power from an external, non-deific power."

I nod while being deep in thought. "So you are saying that Mages use toys, Sorcerers hit the genetic jackpot, and Warlocks have daddy issues while Wizards are the actual spell-caster class?"

She looks at me incredulously, but then can't hold her smile back. "That's… Strangely accurate. Way too accurate. My father would've loved to hear your analogy."

"Hehe. Then I would like to become a Wizard and a Healer. What's the procedure?"

"Ahh, for your Secondary Classes, right? I forgot, or rather, chose to ignore how ridiculous you actually are for my mental well-being… Sadly you can't become either.

For someone to become a Wizard, they need to ingest a specific, expensive potion, [Mystical Elixir Of Awakening] before they become 6 years old, and sometime after they turn into adults the potion settles in their systems and automatically gives them this Rare class. Anyone above the age of 6 dies amidst complete agony should they attempt to consume it.

Due to these limitations Wizards are often children of nobility or of the wealthy commoner class. As for Healer, it's even harder to obtain this class, in certain a way. One needs to pray at the Goddess's temple and she herself has to grant the class to the individual. It's said that she only accepts those who are of pure heart and have no ulterior motive besides helping those in need.

Given these criterias, I don't need to articulate that she won't grant it to you, right?"

"You never know. Maybe she will fall for my handsome face."

Ayame scoffs, "Yeah, the multiple million years old being that has seen it all will fall in love with you, Quinlan, for sure. She might as well join your little harem-to-be while we are at it, no?"

"She is certainly welcome, of course."

"Ugh! I don't believe your insolence… You are lucky I'm not a fanatic or our relationship would've turned real cold real fast. Be wary of saying these things in front of others. The Goddess is greatly adored by all on this continent."

"Duly noted. I'm not ready for a temple visit as of yet, especially if I might have to converse with the Goddess herself. How can I get this [Mystical Elixir Of Awakening] thingy?"

"No one gets to speak with the Goddess, we can only pray and we either get the class or not. There's no record of anyone conversing with the Goddess directly, besides arch priests, but it's a one way communication where the Goddess tells them something to which they can't reply. As for the potion, didn't you hear me? You will-"

"Die? But I'm a primordial, my race is said to be the masters of adaptability. How could I die from a children's potion?" I then continue, "Ayame, becoming a badass, spell slinging, master of the arcane has been my dream since I was like 5 years old. You will never get me to stop pursuing this dream now that it's right in front of me, so you better give up and help me instead."

"I don't agree with you at all, why risk your life when you already have so much? Sword Saintess Rose is one of the strongest beings on the continent and she has no non-fighter spells at her disposal.

You can literally have 4 classes at the same time, your potential is much greater than hers or any human's for that matter… In a few decades if we train and fight diligently you will be able to duel Sword Saintess Rose, a feat I can only dream of."

"A few decades? Wouldn't we be past our prime?"

"Huh? You didn't know? Of course you didn't, my bad for assuming things again. On every tenth level, starting with level 10, your life expectancy increases. The exact amount is not known, but the strongest humans can live for multiple hundreds of years, with the oldest recorded person dying at the age of 503.

This is also one of the reasons why non-combat jobs are less popular despite their significant safety; it's much harder to gain non-class levels as a civilian, which means they die before being a century old, even if their class reaches a high level."

Oh! "I see. Then I was right in only going for strong women for my harem, my heart couldn't take it if my ladies died before me." I receive an annoyed scoff which I ignore, "As for the previous topic, I want to hurl fireballs at my enemies. Fly through the skies. Teleport.

Impale a war troll on my giant icicle straight through its bum-hole." She gives me a sickened, utterly disgusted look, "okay, that came out wrong but you get my point. I've come to a fantasy land, where magic exists, and you are telling me to become a pure fighter?

It fits you because you are a badass, hyper-flexible, acrobatic genius of a blade wielder, but I'm just pointing my spear and thrusting it at enemies."

"Still…"

"Alright, let's visit a professional first and foremost. Maybe they have some supplementary potions or just tips to give which increases my chances of success. Good enough?"

Ayame stares at me for a few seconds while being deep in thought, before speaking up; "you are right, if there's one person who can become a Wizard after the age of 6 it's you. Well, we will have to visit a high level Alchemist's shop and buy the concoction. I don't know the exact price but it will be multiple gold coins for certain."

"Hmm. Then there's no point in going there for now. Let's clear a few labyrinth floors." My excitement flares thinking about how I'm going to absolutely devastate those monsters who gave me so much trouble last time. I did progress an astounding amount since then, after all.

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