The First Legendary Beast Master

Karl smiled. “Coming here every day for lunch and a dungeon run is tempting, but we’re a busy Guild.”

The dwarves laughed at his assertion. The Darklight Host certainly didn’t look too busy, out wandering around other countries looking for quests to fulfil, even though they were certainly not short on money.

If anything, they almost felt like a mission team from the Dragon Church, just out to make the gods happy. The blue dragon with their creations, the green with healing and maintaining natural balances, then the Red and Black in the battles along the borders with Bomgon.

If they started mediating disputes, the Dwarves would suspect that even the Bronze Dragon was favouring them.

It was only natural, when they had three Dragon Clerics in the same group. Travelling with a cleric was a luxury for most Guilds and adventuring groups. They served their Gods first, so it was uncommon for them to remain long-term with one group.

It was beginning to get late, and Karl was about to suggest that they find a room at an Inn somewhere when Thomas, the peak Overlord Ranked Paladin that led his last run through the Dungeon here in Bara, came in looking like he had been through hell.

“Thomas, what happened to you, man?” Karl called before he could take a seat.

“Karl! You’re a sight for sore eyes after today’s run. We took a group of five through the dungeon, only to find out that they had stealth amulets that made a bunch of Monarchs feel like Overlords.

Just like that, we found out on the first pull that none of our damage dealers could actually deal damage. At least not decent amounts of it. I spent nine hours just to get them past the first boss, so I didn’t lose money on the run, and we nearly died more times than I can count.” The dwarf ranted.

No amount of extra fee to do the run would truly make up for a day like that.

“Why don’t you go with my team tomorrow? There are six of us, but I can show you something cool once we’re inside.” Karl suggested.

Thomas looked at the group of Clerics and Dana with a hint of horror in his eyes.

“No offence, but after today’s experience with Monarchs in the Dungeon, I don’t think that I’m up for it. And my team is all taking the day off to rest.”

Karl shrugged. “Understandable. I might take my team through tomorrow before we leave. But I can just grab a few extras to fill the numbers. With three clerics, and my buffs, I’m not too worried about the completion.”

Thomas gave a dry laugh that turned into a hoarse cough. “Well, we’ve seen what your beasts can do against the final boss pull, so I don’t doubt that you could clear the dungeon even without any more Overlords.

How about I recommend a friend of mine and his sons? They’re all Paladins, and I’m sure they’d be happy to take up front-line duties for you. With the Hawk and Spider, the damage should be more than enough.

Karl winked at the Dwarf. “I’ve got the whole team here today, so we’ve also got an Impenetrable Bulwark Behemoth for tanking duties. With a War Cleric on his back and his [Bulwark], he makes a mighty shield wall.”

Thomas whistled in appreciation, and Petros stroked his beard as he came to a realization.

“You know, I used to think that the classes were somewhat balanced by the system. There was something that they were all lacking to make up for the areas where they were strong. A built-in team building exercise, forcing us to work together.

But that’s not true, is it? There are simply grades of classes, and we’re all in the Common or Uncommon Classes. You pulled a Rare Class, and it can work on its own, but still has some limitations based on the beasts that are chosen.

Perhaps the stories of the Godly Classes aren’t so farfetched.” The old Shaman suggested.

“The Godly Classes?” Dana asked.

Petros nodded. “Almost everyone knows about the Golem Mages, and the Golem Crafters, who can make Golems with Runes. But the old stories say that there were once Golem Masters, absolutely overpowered champions who could even summon duplicates of people they had met. Duplicated, right down to the skills that they could use.”

He paused there to let that sink in. If Dana could summon clones of herself or Ophelia, how powerful would her class be? Or if she could do something like Ahmad and summon four copies of Rae or Remi, what could survive that?

Even compared to Karl’s powers, that was an unfair advantage. They wouldn’t even need to hold back in combat, as they were just summons and could be replaced if they were killed.

Summoning multiple copies of an Immortal Rae with instant respawning abilities, and all her own skills? That was the sort of class that sounded too ridiculous to be real.

Petros chuckled. “I see that you can understand the implications. If there really were someone alive today with a class like that, what could stop them? Karl can already challenge most Totems in single combat. But a class like that? They could just duplicate their enemy and beat them with numbers.”

[Note to self. Find a way to let Karl summon more of me.] Rae joked through their mental link.

[Why you? Imagine how much {Apocalypse} I could make with a half dozen of me.] Remi laughed.

[Why am I suddenly a summoner?] Karl asked.

[You’re asking that now? You’ve already got Lamia and animal Golems, what is wrong with gaining a few higher quality summoned beasts?] Rae countered.

The Dwarves noticed Karl smiling to himself and assumed that he was just imagining the possibilities. But they weren’t wrong. With [Skill Master 5] there was no reason that he couldn’t advance Golems to whatever came after Greater Golem, and a full Rank above himself.

It was just a matter of luck.