Stepping onto the blood-stained sand dunes.
Lyle paused mid-turn, a look of astonishment appearing on his face, which was covered by Physical Armament.
The situation just now actually triggered a class!
He knew that in this other world, there were cases where people unexpectedly obtained classes due to personal experiences, living environments, and various other factors.
But this was the first time he had experienced it personally.
"A 'Unique' class... did such a class system exist in the game 'YGGDRASIL'?" A hint of doubt flashed in Lyle's eyes as he murmured softly to himself.
He looked up.
He looked not far away at Hilde and the others, who were still shouting incessantly. Everyone's faces were filled with the joy and frenzy of surviving a disaster.
"Gray Armor Knight!"
"Gray Armor Knight!"
"Gray Armor Knight!"
The loud shouting continued; no one seemed to want to stop, wishing to use their heart-wrenching cries to dispel the despair that had been suppressed in their hearts.
The people living here had likely been living in constant fear of death and genocide.
"A 'Unique' class born from the 'hope' of the people here and my existence... that's truly an unimaginable discovery."
Lyle took a deep breath and scanned the series of information on his status panel, faintly understanding what had happened regarding the appearance and acquisition conditions of this class.
"What a pity."
With the successful job change to [Gray Armor Knight (Unique)], the class was automatically absorbed by [Genius], becoming one of the many Base Classes that could be converted.
This meant that even Lyle himself, under the trait of [Genius], could not figure out the specific abilities possessed by this class.
Clang!
Lyle turned around, the gray plates of his Physical Armament emitting a crisp sound as they rubbed together. He stepped onto the head of a dead Gray Dwarf and raised his arm, lifting the blood-stained magic greatsword high.
Accompanying this action,
Hilde and all the other humans stopped shouting. Gaze after gaze filled with worship and fanaticism looked over.
With a thought from Lyle, the gray Physical Armament, also covered in blood, turned into a mass of gray mist and merged back into his body.
The blood that had stained the armor fell away as droplets, revealing Lyle dressed in black combat attire. The blade of the magic greatsword reflected a cold, chilling light under the sunlight.
"Victory!"
Lyle looked at the people nearby and shouted loudly.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The clear, loud shouts rang out across the field once more.
Night fell, and the sky above the Oasis was dotted with stars.
A roaring bonfire glowed red and bright in the night, reflecting a fiery red light onto the faces of everyone surrounding it.
Men and women with earthy-brown turbans wrapped around their heads jumped and danced incessantly around the bonfire. This was the unique way of celebrating and dressing for the human tribe living here.
However, most people's gazes were gathered with reverence on a young black-haired man nearby. Their Clan Chief sat beside the black-haired youth, seemingly chatting about something.
At this moment,
The table in front of Lyle was covered with various strange but fragrant-smelling foods.
"Lord Hero, this is Salted Bread made from flour ground from the Sand Rice we grow ourselves, mixed with Salt-joint Wood."
Hilde's father, Clan Chief Dielon, who had dark skin, sat in a kneeling position beside Lyle and respectfully introduced the food on the table:
"This is Shaluo Thorn. It looks a bit black, but it is actually made by first being exposed to the sun and then roasted. It's very crispy."
"This is Sour Desert Soup. It's made from a plant unique to our Oasis. The black dots on top are powder ground from Salt-joint Wood. This is our most important plant for supplementing salt."
Clan Chief Dielon spoke cautiously, fearing that the food on the table might not suit the palate of the Lord Hero who had saved their entire tribe.
In his eyes, Lyle, who possessed the power to crush an entire Gray Dwarf army single-handedly, must be an indescribably powerful existence who had stepped into the 'Hero' Domain, just like his father.
In a desert region with such a difficult living environment, being able to provide nearly ten types of food showed the level of effort put in by Clan Chief Dielon and his people.
"There's no need to call me 'Lord Hero.' My name is Tang."
Lyle spoke again, correcting the other's form of address. Clan Chief Dielon kept calling him 'Hero' over and over, making him feel a bit embarrassed:
"This food is all very good."
Lyle wasn't particularly picky about food. He randomly picked one and took a few bites.
The texture was quite unique, and it wasn't bad.
Ever since his Transmigration to this world, Lyle had spent most of his time in the wild. He had never had high requirements for food, as long as it wasn't unpalatable.
Screech!
The goshawk, transformed from the Ghost Hound, held a piece of roasted scorpion meat in its beak and feasted heartily, seemingly very satisfied.
Lyle reached out and patted the Ghost Hound's wing, signaling it to be a bit less rowdy. A goshawk's eating manner was still somewhat different from a Ghost Hound's.