The ceremony would be held in the very center of the village.

Normally, this space served as a market where traders haggled and farmers displayed their crops, but today, it would become something far more significant.

Nearly every teenager who would be participating was either trembling with anticipation or flushed with excitement.

It was impossible not to feel the heavy air of expectation that hung over the village.

For many of them, this day was the culmination of all their hopes. Their fates would soon be decided, their futures carved out by whatever class they awakened.

Some could hardly contain their enthusiasm, laughing and chattering endlessly about the great classes they dreamed of obtaining.

Others were quieter, their faces tight with anxiety as they thought about the uncertainty ahead.

For every single one of them, this ceremony would be a turning point in their lives.

Once it was over, they would no longer be simple youths but individuals bound by the power of their class—a power that would define their purpose, their worth, and their future standing in society.

The classes themselves were divided into three grades—common, rare, and unique.

The difference between them was vast, almost like the distance between the heavens and the earth.

Those who awakened a common class were often seen as average, though their roles were not without value.

Common classes were tied to the everyday workings of life—things like Chef, Tailor, Butcher, Carpenter, Farmer, and other trades that kept villages and towns running.

They weren't glorious, and they didn't grant exceptional strength or magical power, but they were practical.

A person with a common class could still make an honest living, build a home, and provide for a family.

Most common classes didn't require any form of combat, nor did they offer flashy skills.

Instead, they often came with small boosts to physical ability or craftsmanship—the kind of traits that made a person better at their chosen profession.

A Chef might develop a heightened sense of taste or precision with their hands; a Blacksmith might gain natural endurance and a steady grip.

Though humble, these classes were still respected in their own right, for they formed the foundation of the kingdom's livelihood.

Then there were the rare classes—the ones everyone longed for, the ones that inspired stories and envy.

These were the classes that granted strength, that opened the path to adventure and prestige. Swordsman, Archer, Mage, Beast Tamer—such titles carried weight and honor.

Those who awakened rare classes would gain actual combat abilities, and would progress a lot faster compared to someone with a common class.

For the kingdom, these individuals were invaluable.

Once trained and seasoned, they could be recruited into the royal army or even the elite knights who served directly under the king.

It was said that those who proved themselves could one day rise to the rank of Captain or General, living lives of luxury and recognition.

The mere awakening of a rare class could completely change one's destiny overnight.

And then, above all others, stood the unique classes—mysterious, awe-inspiring, and almost never seen.

They were said to appear only once in several generations, as only about one out of a hundred people usually managed to awaken a unique class.

The rest would have to settle for something less—a rare class if they were fortunate, a common one if not.

Unique classes not only granted immense boosts to one's abilities but sometimes even came with an innate skill—a powerful ability awakened alongside the class itself, perfectly attuned to the user's nature.

Those blessed enough to awaken a unique class were destined to walk paths of legend.

Known examples of them were Magic Warrior, Summoner, Flame Swordman and many others.

What made unique classes even more terrifying was how personalized they were.

Each one was uniquely suited to the individual who received it and when combined with the right skills, equipment, and training, such classes became unstoppable forces.

The synergy between a unique class and its user could lead to unimaginable growth, far beyond the limits of common or rare classes.

That was why everyone dreamed of awakening one. Even though the chances were slim, even though almost no one in their small village had ever witnessed someone gain a unique class, the hope still burned in their hearts.

However, for most of them, they were simply wishing to awaken a rare class or at least a decent common class.

That alone would be enough to secure their place in life.

Rare classes offered respect and a chance at prestige, while a strong common one could still promise stability and safety.

But everyone knew that the worst fate possible wasn't getting a low class, but failing to awaken a class at all!

That was the true nightmare of the awakening ceremony.

For those unlucky enough to not awaken any class, life would never be the same again.

They would be branded as failures, unable to use mana or grow stronger through any normal means. They were condemned to a bleak existence, pitied at best and shunned at worst.

Without a class, they were seen as burdens to society—useless in battle, unfit for labor, and unwanted in guilds or knight orders.

Nora and Claire were examples of that harsh truth. They hadn't awakened their classes when their time came.

It was another thing that contributed to their current status within the village.

With no class, they were shunned, and even finding jobs was extremely difficult.

Damien exhaled softly, clicking his tongue in annoyance as those thoughts crossed his mind.

He wasn't nervous in the slightest, even though he was on his way to the same kind of ceremony that had crushed so many others' hopes.

Even if the worst happened—even if, by some ridiculous chance, he failed to awaken a class, he still had the MILF Hunting System, which he could always use to get skills and grow stronger.

That alone put him far apart from all the others.

Still, he doubted it would come to that. He wasn't the type to underestimate himself. Maybe it was pride — stupid pride, as some might call it—but he was certain he would awaken a good class.

It would either be a rare one, or at least a solid common class. Anything less would simply be absurd.

Thanks to the system, he had already accumulated quite a bit of mana.

His body was stronger, his senses sharper, and his control over energy was far above that of any normal villager his age.

These improvements alone were more than enough to guarantee him a decent class.

He exhaled again, slower this time, his gaze flicking briefly toward the distant rooftops. For a moment, he felt a small pang of annoyance and disappointment.

He would've much rather been at home right now.

If given the choice, he'd prefer to spend time with Nora and Claire instead of walking through the noisy, crowded streets of the village.

He had already conquered Nora and was so close to conquering Claire also.

The time he was wasting walking around could be wisely spent ploughing their MILF pussies!

Just thinking of it made his cock stir, but he quickly calmed himself down

After all… the ceremony was unavoidable.

He clicked his tongue again, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Let's just get this over with," he muttered, staring at the small crowd of people in front of him.

He had finally arrived at the village center, where the ceremony would be held.

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