Infinity Guardian System

Chapter 37: Class Choosen

"Huh?" Hael asked, but suddenly Captain Aleia faded away from his sight as she appeared instantly in front of him, and in the next second, Hael was raised off his feet, finding himself on Captain Aleia's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Hael asked with surprise as he was carried out of the exit.

"Fixing you back up!" She declared as Hael furrowed his eyebrows.

"But what about the coffin? I thought that you would be testing which class I'm best fit for..." Hael asked, remembering the reason why all this started in the first

"There's no longer a need. I have done a better test and you have passed," she said, taking off her lab coat from the tabletop and tapping on her tablet, causing the hall to return back to its former state, with all the various cracks disappearing.

"What the! The room repaired itself!?" Hael screamed out from below as Captain Aleia giggled.

"Kinda. That is the room's auto self-repair that automatically fuses back everything," Captain Aleia said, picking up the tablet and heading to the exit.

"Hey, put me down, I can walk myself!" Hael roared out in embarrassment as Captain Aleia giggled at him.

"What's wrong, kiddo? Never been carried by a girl before!?"

"No! I have not, and I'm proud of it..." Hael defended as Captain Aleia snorted.

"Well, your case is an exception," Captain Aleia said as she climbed down the stairs.

"And why is that?" Hael asked.

"Well, you were beaten up by a girl and carried away from the scene," she said as Hael's head turned completely red and he remained quiet.

"But you really should still be a little proud of yourself. You shouldn't be able to survive for 20 seconds against me, but you lasted for up to ten minutes. That is something you should be proud of," she praised as Hael smiled in mockery.

"Yeah, I really should be prideful of that..."

"Soo, you said you have found a perfect class for me..." Hael said as he watched Captain Aleia as she slept on the bed, with Captain Aleia wrapping bandages around his forehead. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Yes..."

"Can I know what that is?" Hael asked, his heart surging a little.

"I have chosen the warrior class for you!" She said as Hael furrowed his eyebrows.

"Isn't that the one with the lowest rate of survival?" Hael asked with a raised eyebrow as Captain Aleia gave a nod.

"Yes, it is..."

"And why did you specifically choose that? Don't tell me after kicking my ass, you now want to send me to my death..." Hael asked as Captain Aleia grinned.

"I don't really hate you that much, genuinely. I just think you're very na?ve and cowardly," she replied, coming to sit before him.

"The success rate of cybernetic transfusion is dependent on the human's bodily durability. The average human can easily handle the Gunslinger transfusion because it is mildly dependent on the body and more on the eyes and legs.

The Tank is very challenging on the body, making the success a little bit lower, while the warrior class has a very little rate of transfusion success due to its large body requirement."

"And you think I'll survive that?" Hael asked, looking into her eyes as she gave a nod.

"Your bodily strength rivals that of a gunslinger who had already fused with his or her first core. That is more than three times the durability of an ordinary mortal body. The basic requirement to undergo the warrior class transfusion," she explained as Hael widened his eyes.

According to what he had learned from the system, the average human bodily strength is around 5, but right now he possessed 15, which is truly three times a human's bodily strength. He had easily passed the first requirement.

"Since you have passed the first survival requirement, I can rest assured. With my personal friend doing the operation for you, you should be able to survive.

At least, I can rest assured she would fight with all her ability to make sure you survive," she said with confidence in her voice.

"And secondly comes the training, which is the largest determining factor in whether you become a strong or weak cybernetic fighter.

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It would be intensely hard for anyone to become anything undergoing the warrior transfusion. But during our little spar, I noticed you're no stranger to combat," she said as Hael remained quiet.

"It seemed like you have been trained. You know how to attack and defend yourself. You only need to come face to face with death, and you should be good," Captain Aleia said.

"Well, I just hope I survive the encounter with death," Hael replied as Captain Aleia rolled her eyes.

"I don't mean literal death. I mean you will be going on hundreds of missions with me, until you become the perfect warrior, or maybe, the next Sir Alexandria, one day," she said as Hael smiled wryly.

'That probably won't be happening soon...' Hael thought as Captain Aleia rose up.

"You will be undergoing the transplant tomorrow, Hael. Properly rest," she advised before moving towards the exit.

"Captain Aleia..." Hael suddenly called out as Captain Aleia's hands came to a stop at the doorknob and she turned towards Hael who was resting on the bed, with a bandage around his head and various parts of his body plastered.

"Thank you... for everything."

She heard from him, a big smile appearing on her face.

CLINCK...

The door closed up as Captain Aleia moved down the stairs and walked into her own room, her eyes looking at the large wallpaper on the wall.

A wallpaper containing the picture of her entire family, including her also.

And her eyes scanned each of them, resting more on the blue-haired young man who hugged her to himself with a big brotherly loving smile on his face.

"I have found you, once more, Susanoo..." She said with a big smile on her face, her eyes slowly turning glassy...