Nine classes. And out of all of them, only three had looked fitting.
Michael exhaled slowly, his gaze moving back through the list one final time as he accounted for each rejection.
Death Knight had been the first real temptation. Strong, dark-aligned, even compatible with his existing abilities. But twenty contract slots per advancement was not a good trade. It was crippling. Everything he had built traced back to those slots. No matter how powerful the class itself was, giving that up was not something he could justify.
Elemental Mage had been simple to dismiss. Pure casting with a flat intelligence boost that would have been genuinely absurd given his current numbers. But it offered nothing for his undead and pointed him in a direction he had never intended to walk after coming this far.
Magic Knight had barely registered. This kind of class was simply not for him.
