Extra Survival Guide to Overpowering Hero and Villain
Chapter 32: Class Awakening

Chapter 32: Class Awakening

{A/N : Class rankings are from weakest to strongest

Common - Uncommon - Rare - Epic - Unique - Legend - Mythic }

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"Bring the Blessing Crystal."

Roman bowed once, deep and unquestioning, then vanished—his aura flickering like a broken mirror in the air.

Fenric turned back to the six.

The Blessing Crystal—an artifact of structured divinity. Not a miracle by any stretch, but the standard across the world for class awakening.

Unlike the rare and thunderous blessings granted directly by Supremes, this relic channeled only a fragment of such divinity.

A facsimile.

And yet, it was enough.

Enough for nearly 99% of the world’s population to carve out their path.

Even before Supremes discovered they could bestow blessings, the Blessing Crystal was the standard method. It was only after some Supremes started experimenting that people realized their blessings were usually far stronger than those granted by a standard crystal. These blessings were mostly passed down through specific families or lineages.

The Vareldis royal family, for example, has its own specialized Blessing Crystal—passed down from the Supreme who founded the empire. It allows them to awaken a class unique to their bloodline.

Almost all princes and princesses in the Vareldis Empire have awakened their class through it.

All except Fenric.

He was blessed directly by a living Supreme—Duserdis, the Ancient Supreme of the Dragon Race.

Inside Fenric’s mind, a voice stirred.

{Why didn’t you ask me to awaken them instead? You could have ended up with a stronger, more elite unit of users.}

Duserdis sounded mildly annoyed.

Fenric gave a half-smile, bored.

’Would you have actually blessed them?’

{No,} Duserdis replied bluntly. {Those who receive my blessing need to meet a certain standard. And while all six are promising, none are strong enough for me to bless personally.}

{Although... that girl, Aria—the one who left—she does meet the standard. She could’ve received the blessing of the Fairy King Supreme.}

Fenric raised an eyebrow.

’She’s that good?’

He was surprised, but also not. Deep down, he already knew. After all, Aria was destined to become the God of Assassins, a Supreme-tier powerhouse in the future.

Still, it was a little shocking to hear that even Duserdis considered her worthy of a Supreme’s blessing.

{She’s that capable, yes. But not like you.} Duserdis continued.

{Back when you were poisoned, I didn’t notice. But now that your body is healed... you’re three times more refined than her. And that’s without even counting the blessing and bloodline I’ve already given you.}

Fenric simply nodded.

Then, he asked, ’You said ’Fairy King Supreme’ as if she’s not even worthy of your blessing. Is that what you meant?’

Duserdis didn’t deny it.

{Yes. That’s correct. To receive my blessing, one must have a powerful soul—one capable of bearing the will of a living Supreme.}

{The Fairy King’s blessing, on the other hand, is from a dead Supreme. He died during the Great Demon War, and his remaining blessing was absorbed by me. It’s still potent—but since it’s not tied to a living will, it doesn’t require the same level of spiritual strength. Just being a top-tier genius is enough to qualify for that.}

Fenric nodded once again, ending the mental exchange.

Just then, Roman returned—kneeling, as always, with formality sharp as steel. In his hands was a small, Prismatic Crystal, about the size of an adult’s fist. Despite its modest appearance, it radiated a sacred aura that made the nearby servants lower their eyes instinctively.

"Awaken them," Fenric ordered.

Roman bowed wordlessly and approached the six chosen individuals.

One by one, he pressed the crystal lightly to their heads—right between the eyebrows—where it would briefly test their affinities and read their soul imprint. The process was simple, but sacred. The prismatic light of the crystal shimmered with each contact, faintly reflecting each individual’s energy resonance.

On each forehead, a faint symbol began to form—glowing softly in a hue that matched their dominant affinity.

This was the ancient ritual of class awakening—a moment that would determine their future, their power, and the path they would walk.

Roman stepped back, gently lowering the glowing prismatic crystal. "Your Highness," he said with a respectful bow, "the resonance has begun. I’ll return the Blessing Crystal to its vault."

Fenric gave a slight nod, and Roman exited the chamber, carrying the crystal with reverent care.

The silence that followed was brief—interrupted by the soft arrival of Myria, stepping in from the corridor.

She paused beside Fenric, eyes narrowing as she watched the six aspirants bathed in sacred light.

"...From the intensity of the glow," she murmured, "I can already tell. All of them are remarkable. Their bodies are syncing unusually fast. High compatibility, rare affinity reactions... this isn’t normal."

She turned to him, gaze steady.

"You saw this from the beginning, didn’t you? You can see talent—real talent."

Fenric said nothing for a moment, then gave a short nod.

Myria’s expression shifted—understanding dawning, and a hint of awe in her voice.

"Then... may I ask... should I swear an oath?"

"You must," Fenric replied. "From this moment on, you will never speak a word about what you’ve seen, nor about their potential, without my express permission. Betray that command, and the Will of the Supreme will shatter your soul."

Without hesitation, Myria placed a hand over her heart and knelt. "I swear upon my soul," she said firmly. "By the Will of the Supreme, I bind my voice and loyalty to your command."

The oath sealed in silence—an unseen force whispering through the air like a silent contract signed in fate.

Moments later, Roman returned, having secured the crystal.

He paused upon seeing Myria kneeling, sensing the residual power of a vow just taken.

Fenric turned toward him. "You too, Roman. Swear the same oath. No word about me. No word about the six undergoing awakening. Not to anyone."

Roman immediately knelt, fist over chest. "By the Will of the Supreme, I swear. I will protect all knowledge entrusted to me."

With that, both attendants stood—now bound by silence and as for loyaly they have already taken that oath to never harm a member of Royal family when they become the Royal Knights.