Blade walked through the endless snow, Reality Sync humming faintly in his hand.
Modern firearms? That would've been powerful—but… he already loved crafting. If he could forge a gun of his own, combine it with Reality Sync, and shoot whenever he wanted. A standard Gunslinger could never do that.
He smirked. Hitman and Reality Sync were perfect. Guns? That could wait until he mastered his class.
A surge of heat rippled through him. Vision blurred, then cleared. The first quest appeared:
> [Class quest initiated: Defeat the Training Golems in Frostvale Arena.]
Blade's fists itched to craft. Jackets, boots, headgear… and someday, a gun of his own, fully synchronized with his Reality Sync abilities.
For now, Frostvale awaited. The Training Golems wouldn't know what hit them.
He stood at the arena and looked at the notification hovering on his face and a smile appear after a year of living with his sorrow.