Cannot be killed? What does that mean? Don’t tell me that class is much more troublesome than I expected??! Fyar thought to himself. He tilted his head slightly. His eyes narrowed sharply, watching Hasya’s back, his fingers tapped slowly on the surface of the leather saddle.
Cyhas and Illya exchanged glances. Their eyebrows knitted tightly, showing the same confusion. They then turned forward simultaneously toward Hasya’s back.
"What do you mean, Master Hasya?" Illya asked.
"Cannot be killed?" Zaefal muttered. He adjusted his sitting position while trying to digest the information.
"What does that mean?! So they are like immortal shit?" Rasie cut in with a high voice. She leaned her body forward, gripping the thick owl feathers tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Hasya turned back with a confused expression that looked exaggerated. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, waaait."
Hasya crawled slightly closer to them on the saddle. He looked at the faces of Fyar, Illya, Rasie, Zaefal, and Cyhas one by one. His eyes widened as if seeing something that made no sense. "Don’t tell me. Bro, don’t tell me that you guys really don’t know?"
Fyar, Illya, Rasie, Zaefal, and Cyhas shook their heads almost simultaneously. Their movements looked slow and full of doubt.
"No way!" Hasya said in a boisterous tone. He slapped his own forehead with his palm quite hard, then ruffled his own hair until it was a mess. "Wait, wait. Let me check first."
Hasya fell silent for a moment. The atmosphere on the owl’s back suddenly became dead silent. Hasya then asked again with a searching tone.
"What is the maximum level for a Hunter that you know?"
"One hundred and thirty?" Zaefal answered. He looked at Hasya with a very certain gaze.
"Yeah. One hundred if I’m not wrong," Rasie added. She scratched her cheek which still had traces of battle dust. "Maybe. I don’t know ugh..I used to skip class a lot. From what I remember, it’s one hundred and thirty."
"No, you are right, Rasie. One hundred and thirty. But in the kingdom’s textbooks, it is only written as one hundred," Illya clarified. She intertwined her fingers in front of her chest stiffly.
"One hundred," Cyhas muttered softly while bowing her head.
Hasya looked at them with a look of very clear pity. He shook his head slowly while exhaling a long breath from his mouth. A thin smell of tobacco could be detected as he exhaled. "Shit."
"Are we wrong?" Zaefal asked. His shoulders tensed slightly waiting for an answer.
"Very wrong," Hasya said firmly. He folded both arms in front of his chest.
Hasya took a deep breath before saying "Two hundred."
Silence immediately enveloped all of them. Illya, Cyhas, and Zaefal looked at each other with their mouths slightly open. They seemed frozen in their positions as if they had just been struck by lightning.
Fyar just sat silently watching from the corner of the saddle. His face was flat and emotionless, his pupils kept moving, monitoring every micro-change in Hasya’s face.
Oh man. It seems this Kingdom is gatekeeping important shit again. Fyar thought in his heart. He felt a slight throb in his temple due to this new information.
"Two hundred?!" Rasie snapped. She jerked her body forward with exploding emotion. " teh fuckk?Are you joking?"
"Where is the proof?! Is there a record or a list of anyone who has reached level two hundred? How do you know that two hundred number!" Rasie pressed with a loud voice that split the silence of the desert night.
"Whoa, calm down Rasie. Calm down, calm down. Why are you so worked up," Hasya said while raising both hands into the air, giving a signal for Rasie to sit back down calmly. "chill baby"
"Can you explain everything, Hasya?" Zaefal asked. He looked straight at Hasya, demanding a more transparent explanation.
Hasya cleared his throat which felt dry. He tidied his sitting position before starting to explain.
"Okay, okay, okee. Just relax."
"So basically."
"The maximum level for a Hunter is two hundred. The maximum for a Witch is one hundred and fifty. Assassins are two hundred, and my own class is also two hundred."
"How do I know the Hunter max is two hundred? Because my friend is at around that level."
"Fathir?" Fyar asked, cutting off Hasya’s explanation.
"Bingo!" Hasya gave Fyar a thumbs-up with a wide smile. "Regarding his power, I don’t know much more because Fathir won’t tell me. I only know until one hundred and twenty."
Hasya raised two fingers in front of their face. "And second, regarding Witches."
"As I said earlier. A Witch, if they have reached the maximum level, cannot be killed. Their mana is so vast that their references make no sense. No matter how many times you slash or stab them, they will rise again, again, and again!"
"As for Assassins and my class, I will explain that later after you pass the second training and want to get out of here."
Hasya clapped both of his palms together loudly. "Well? Do you understand?"
Rasie, Illya, and Cyhas were still staring in shock at Hasya. They seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Zaefal leaned his back against the saddle again with a weary face, trying to process all the numbers he had just heard.
"Ah damn man. Is it too shocking?" Hasya asked. He then tidied his hair which was messy from the wind gusts.
Yes, it seems it is indeed very shocking for them, Hasya. Fyar thought in his heart.
Hasya suddenly shifted his gaze toward Fyar. He looked at Fyar with a sharp, suspicious gaze. "Oh, Fyar."
"You don’t seem surprised at all."
"I am surprised," Fyar answered flatly without changing his facial expression even a bit. "It just doesn’t show."
Technically, I’m not lying, right?. Fyar thought while looking away toward the desert below them which looked like a stretch of white snow.
"This is crazy. Shit," Rasie muttered. She clutched her red hair with both hands. "So all this time we were fooled by the kingdom academy?"
"Could it be that what we know about this world is only a small part?!" Rasie asked again with a voice that trembled slightly with emotion.
"So what have I been studying all this time," Illya muttered softly. Her eyes stared blankly at her own palms . "That is the reason why becoming a high-level Witch is forbidden." Illya began to connect the information in her head and form a conclusion.
"Hasya, if I may know, what exactly are Fathir’s classes?" Zaefal asked. He looked at Hasya seriously.
Fyar nodded slowly. "Yeah. You didn’t seem to have the chance to tell us why he can use three classes at once."