SSS Awakening: I Can Class Change at will - Chapter 402 Pinnacle.

When a level 32 beast ambushed them from a cliff face, Moon intercepted it before it reached the backline. When the healer was about to take a hit that should have killed him, Moon was there before it could happen.

Every time danger appeared, Moon was there.

He was the wall they crashed against when things went wrong and the spear that drove forward when the path was clear. The knight in shining armor who appeared the moment the damsel was in distress.

And under his command, they grew as warriors.

In the span of two days, each member of the group had gained a few thousand lives. Their spiritual energy reserves swelled from the beast kills Moon distributed fairly among them. Their acupoints began to fill again.

Some of them leveled up. For the first time in longer than they could remember, notifications they had given up hope of ever seeing again flashed across their vision.

[You have leveled up!]

The reactions were always the same. Wide eyes. A sharp inhale. Then a smile that started small and kept growing till it was impossible to hide.

By the end of the second day, the group that had been a collection of broken, freshly freed prisoners had transformed into a group of real Evolvers that wanted to eat the land and everything upon it.

They fought with confidence. They followed Moon’s commands without hesitation, not because of runes or threats, but because every order he gave made them stronger.

Their little trust began to grow into something more tangible. It was no longer a fragile, surface level trust of gratitude. Rather, it was the trust a child would have for his father to provide.

Moon smiled as a notification struck his vision.

Over the past two days, he hadn’t just been hunting beasts. Between fights, he had been quietly activating Eye of Truth on every Evolver in his group. Most of them carried simple skills, things he already had stronger versions of or near-identical copies. Nothing worth copying.

But two of them had skills different enough to be useful. He had gained Swordsmanship from one of the melee fighters, and Empowering Shield from the tank. Both Uncommon rank. Neither particularly powerful on their own.

Moon pulled up his status screen to check his progress.

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[ Name: Moon ] [ Race: Human ] [ Class: Classless, Tank] [ Level: 32 ] [32%]

[ Lives: 41,757 ] [Super Lives: 0] [ Strength: 151 ] [ Agility: 211 ] [ Constitution: 173 ] [ Mana: 253 ] (+10 to all stats) [ Attribute Points: 5] [ Skills: Elemental Attack, Advanced Elemental Body, Tenacity, Golden Skin, Ignite, Dagger Arts, Rune Inscription, Eye of Truth, Thunderclap Raiju, Calmness, Beastmaster, Minor Mend, Purify, Stone Clasp, Heaviness, Air Step, Piercing Sword, Bird dance, Bullseye, Archery, Spear Arts, Feint, Rune Enhancement, Swordsman, Empowering Sheild.] [ Talent: Grim Reaper ] [ Class Skills: Class Slot {0/1}, Life Burn]

[Beast Souls: Fire and Nature]

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He was about to close the screen when a new notification appeared beneath it.

[Merging Opportunity Detected. Skills from the same pathway have the opportunity to be merged. Upon merging, the resulting skill may favor one skill more than the other. Skills are not lost upon failing the merge.]

[The following skills are branches of a greater pathway: Dagger Arts, Piercing Sword, Archery, Spear Arts, Swordsmanship, Empowering Shield]

[Merging Success Rate: 45%] [Cost: 500 Lives]

Moon’s body shuddered with excitement.

A total of six skills, each one a part of a different combat discipline. But the system, had told him that they were all branches of a single greater pathway.

The system had recognized that they shared a common root, a unified martial foundation that connected bladed weapons, ranged weapons, and defensive techniques into a single tree. If the merge succeeded, those six individual skills would combine into something greater. A single, unified skill that carried the essence of all six within it. The rank, the power, the versatility, all of it compressed into one.

And if it failed, he lost nothing but 500 lives. The skills stayed intact.

Moon stared at the 45% success rate. Less than a coin flip.

But 500 lives was pocket change. And he could try again. It wasn’t the first time he had gained a merging opportunity, but this time it was certainly unique.

Swordsmanship. Dagger Arts. Spear Arts. Archery. Piercing Sword. Empowering Shield. Six skills from six different classes. All of them common or uncommon rank. All of them belonging to what the system considered basic martial disciplines. Individually, they were weak. The kind of skills that average Evolvers carried because their classes offered nothing better. Skills that hit a ceiling early and never grew beyond it.

But together, that was another story all together.

‘Swordsman, spearman, tank, archer. These are all normal classes with weak skills that rarely go above Uncommon rank…classes aren’t simply just classes. They’re the same pathways that people walk on.’

Every class a person awakened was a branch on a much larger tree. A swordsman walked one branch. A spearman walked another. A tank walked a third. Each branch had its own skills, its own ceiling, its own limitations. Most people spent their entire lives on a single branch, never realizing it was connected to anything greater. But merging skills from multiple branches revealed the trunk beneath them. The common root that all martial disciplines grew from. And from that root, a new pathway emerged. One that was stronger, broader, and capable of reaching heights that no individual branch could touch. Moon’s eyes shrank.

A possibility he had never considered before took shape in his mind, and the weight of it made his breath catch.

‘This means if Awakeners could somehow find a way to open up a new pathway, they would gain access to different skills. Skills that their original class could never provide. Skills from a higher tier of the same tree. ‘

Most Awakeners were locked into their class from the moment they awakened. They walked a single branch for their entire lives, never knowing that other branches existed right beside them, connected at the root.

But Moon was Classless.

He had no branch. He had no fixed path. His class didn’t restrict him to a single discipline or a single set of skills. Instead, it let him gather skills from every branch he encountered, piece by piece, class by class. ‘My Classless class allows me to open up these pathway and take what I please from them.’

At that moment, Moon grew more shocked about the river of paths, and what it meant.

‘Just what is that river…it holds the key to power. Mastering that river, means mastering power…’

At that moment, Moon’s mind drifted to an impossible idea, so absurd he let out a chuckle. ‘What if somebody makes that river…their path. Wouldn’t that be…the pinnacle of power?’