"That match was a bit…" Derek pressed button 2 on the elevator as he eyed the wall curiously.
"This is just the opener. Don't underestimate the other players because of this single fight." Liam warned him. "On this floor, you just have to win one fight against anyone to go up."
"Almost everyone is capable of doing this except for some lifestyle players and of course, some ridiculously stupid players."
"The real fight starts on the upper floors."
"Ok, sir. I will keep that in mind."
Liam only smiled seeing that the guy had gone back to his formal tone. He didn't bother correcting him this time.
"By the way, what class are you? Why are you fighting like a brawler?"
"Ah…" Derek hesitated. Before he could give an answer, Liam could already guess what might have happened.
"Did you say that you didn't want anything from them and leave behind everything in your inventory?"
"Yes, Sir."
Liam laughed again and patted his shoulder. This guy was simply too straightforward for his own good!
"Ok. Let's not worry about that. For now, I will give you a set of equipment. It might not be the best but it should be good enough? At least for now."
"So what is your class?"
"Thank you, Liam. Sorry, I am being a burde-"
"Nope. We are a team now. You don't have to thank me. You don't have to apologize to me."
Derek nodded, letting out a deep breath. "I am playing as a shield warrior." He answered the other question.
"Shield warrior?" Liam was surprised. Didn't this guy use magic spells before?
"Is this what the system recommended?" He asked again, digging deeper.
"Oh that. No, sir. I actually got the recommendation for both a mage and a warrior."
"So that means you can use mana?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why did you still choose to play this class then?"
"Ah, that." Derek smiled awkwardly as if he was embarrassed to speak about this.
"One of my previous guild members went with us to the training hall as soon as we logged in and he suggested that I play this class."
"I see," Liam smirked. "And this kind person said mage was a bad class?"
"Yes, he mentioned that for my body style, playing tank would suit me the most. I also felt like that so I picked this class."
"Ok." Liam nodded, but he was not done asking questions. "So what was your affinity to mana, nature, divine power, and so on. May I know?"
Derek suddenly became nervous and looked at Liam blankly. "Ah. I don't remember, sir. A, maybe B. I really don't know." He scratched his head.
"Heh. Ok. No worries. We can check it again."
Liam doubted if his affinity was that simple.
If the other person had asked him to completely ignore the mage skill tree and choose warrior, then he was definitely not saying the right thing.
But was it because of ignorance or was it because he was jealous?
It was too late now and it didn't matter. Liam sighed inwardly and wondered if he had come across anything related to magic warriors.
What was this guy's guild name again? Soul reapers?
Where was their base? Liam silently pondered, racking his brain for any clues regarding this. However, he couldn't remember anything relevant.
"Yes. We should definitely pay a visit to the training hall." He repeated his words again. Sometimes when nothing was working out, it was best to start from scratch.
In front of them, the elevator buzzed making a low noise.
One might expect the elevator to take forever considering that there were about a thousand floors but it was a magically inscribed construction.
So it didn't take too long and the elevator appeared promptly. The door opened and the two silently walked in, each engrossed in their own thoughts.
And the next instant, they arrived at the second floor.
Just like Liam had mentioned before, the second floor was a lot calmer than the first floor.
There wasn't too much crowd, though there were still a good amount of players seated around the fighting ring and gossiping amongst themselves.
There was also an ongoing fight, from the looks of it between a mage and a summoner. Liam and Derek silently walked over to the side, where the referee was sitting.
Unlike the other players who were curiously watching the fight and exchanging pointers or comments about it, the referee did not even bother looking up.
He was just sitting there with his eyes closed, clearly bored from watching the low-level fights every day.
"Sir, I want to register our team." Derek took the initiative and gave both their names to the man, who indifferently nodded. Nevertheless, he jotted down their details in the system.
Coincidentally, the match in the arena as well came to an end at the same time, with the mage cleaning winning the fight.
The crowd cheered a little and just like before, the referee stood up to announce the results, quickly calling the next players to the arena.
And once again, Derek's number was called immediately.
Ah! The big guy was surprised, but pleasantly this time.