Reincarnated With A Summoning System
chapter-283

It doesn't take long for the Inscriptionist to return, and if he's surprised by the new wings on Misha's back, he's not saying anything.

"One book of Second Life. Grade S, Cleric compatible classes only." He says with a smile, setting it on the table.

"What do I owe you? I can pay in coin or possibly materials if I have them." Cain, thanks the helpful old mage.

"I had something else in mind. I've got a photo of sorts, created by a skill. Could you alter my body to match that person?"

"That shouldn't be a problem," Cain responds before actually taking a look at the picture. While the inscriptionist is a frail-looking human man in his later years, the image is of a young and slender half Orc female with pale green skin, stunning purple eyes, and long braids of black hair.

"Are you certain this is the right photo? There's only one person in it..." Cain lets his voice trail off at the end, wondering if some mistake had been made.

"No, that's correct. A change of that magnitude is extreme but should be possible for your class. The book should cover the cost, though; level 200 Rank S books are far from cheap.

"As long as you understand what you're getting into. After this, you'll no longer be human. That extensive of a change could well alter your status with the interface."

Only Cain has seen the picture, but the Companions in his head are giving him a variety of suggestions for the modification, from more muscular thighs to night vision and perkier breasts. He tunes them out to avoid getting distracted by their nonsense and focuses on the Inscriptionist.

Mythryll gasps as the older man's body transform, leaving behind a slender and nubile Orcish woman barely into adulthood. As is typical for green Orcs, her body is Exquisitely toned under the black mage robes.

The Inscriptionist looks herself over, then laughs and does a lively, spinning dance that leads her to a chair in the corner of the room. She seems in a hurry to sit before her eyes go vacant, and then a few moments later her robes change to a flaming red and gold.

The Inscriptionist held off on his second advancement, having been a mage and then a pyromancer. According to the system, the older man has become a young woman named Nyxx and a Flame Matron. Cain records the form, finding it to be a variant of the Flame Sisters, an exclusive racial class from a subspecies of Orc that usually doesn't get transfers and that Cain usually records as Golems.

Nyxx, being a transfer herself, recorded as a supporter unfortunately, and she's beyond ecstatic with the change.

"This is more than I could have ever hoped for. I was holding out for an advanced class that is female exclusive, as well as a more beautiful body. But this, this is far beyond what I thought a Flesh Crafter could do. Even better, when it changed my species it Unlocked this even more amazing racial exclusive class. I'll bet I'm the only one in the entire Kingdom."

How Nyxx will explain the change to her coworkers is her own problem. Changing Gender and species, plus class, will likely cause serious confusion when the overjoyed spellcaster goes back to work. Fortunately, she's got the badge of a Royal Inscriptionist still linked for her use, and her name didn't change. It works well as a neutral name, it's not very Orcish, but it's not a terrible match.

Nyxx runs out of the room to celebrate with little more than a wave to the stunned transfers, vanishing down the corridor but leaving behind a trail of hysterical giggling.

"Sir, are you alright? We had reports of a madwoman running through the visitor's quarters with a stolen staff pass." A guard huffs, running after the noise.

"She might be crazy, but the pass isn't stolen. Inscriptionist Nyxx paid me to turn him into an Orcish woman with thick thighs and large breasts." Cain explains, and the guard freezes, unable to do more than try to process that absurd bit of news.

Two more guards come seconds later, getting the rundown of the situation from Misha with amused looks on their faces.

"And exactly how long should we expect him to be in that form before he returns to normal?" The ranking palace guard asks.

"Oh, it's permanent. He would need to visit a Flesh Crafter to become a human male again." Misha laughs, and the man's face goes pale.

"So it's not an illusion then?"

"Nope. One hundred percent real physical changes through the well-paid skills of a Flesh Crafter. I did it so well even the system recognized the change."

The three furiously send messages to the other guards, informing them of the situation before excusing themselves and running after the sounds of Orcish laughter again.

"Wow, now I understand what Duke Chen was talking about with the third advancement classes. Flesh Crafters are on a whole other level, and changing me wasn't just a one-time fluke." Mythryll giggles hysterically, still in shock after seeing what the older man wanted to be done to his body.

"And they still don't know that you can add abilities to people. You're likely going to be very popular among the Nobles either way. A little nip and tuck is standard procedure for the rich even in this world, isn't it?" Misha adds, wondering if it's going to disturb them at home.

She has a point; life skills and utility classes are often more in demand than pure combat classes, even healers. Especially high-ranking ones, as most life skills sorts of transfers, either don't gather enough experience to advance or pick combat variants with their Advancement so they can better defend themselves and adventure for money.

Just like in his past life, Cain decides. In demand doesn't always equal well paid at the lower levels of the totem pole. But it's time for Misha to use the Second Life book and recheck her class options.

A new option has appeared. Infernal Arbiter. It requires a boon or blessing from the Dark Gods and is marked as unique, replacing the previous Unique healing class on her list of options. It must be the option from the token.

It's a support class, with basic class abilities increasing the quality of [Apostolic Transformation] to Epic, granting her increased spell power and damage reduction while in Demon form, as well as a passive skill that doubles the effect of all buffs active on your party members.

The skill tree is a mixture of buffs, with a few damage and healing spells added in. If it weren't for the book of [Second Life], she still wouldn't have had a resurrection ability with this class. Now that she does going full buffs sounds like a good option.

Especially when traveling with Cain and his XP increasing ability.

She spent almost all her skill points on the previous class, as the skills were so good she wanted them all, but there are a few leftovers, enough to get a single skill.

[Spell Aura] Rank 1 increases spell power by 5 percent.

There are 4 Ranks to that one, capping out at 20 percent more spell power for the group. There are also physical damage, armor, and damage reduction in the first row of options. After those are done, Construct Damage is in the second tier, along with an [Infernal Gateway] that can be used for travel to a marked location. It requires an item to mark the spot, but she can have two separate areas marked. A skill further up the tree increases that.

Misha celebrates the completion by activating the spell power buff and then her upgraded [Apostolic Transformation]. No longer does it just give her feathers and a bird head; she is now a full-blown Record Keeper. She has to kneel and lean forward to fit in the room, so she quickly changes back to her human form, finding that she can hide the [Wings of Flame] blessing if she wishes.

They're pretty tough and soft, so she leaves them active. Cain hugs her and strokes her wings in congratulations on the class advancement, and Misha feels her body go limp in pleasure. Wings are amazingly sensitive appendages, and Misha decides she will only hide them in emergencies, just on the off chance they might receive affection like this again.

Cain wraps an arm around her and gently rubs her wings as she speaks, forcing Misha to stifle moans continually. "So, my class is now Infernal Arbiter, a support class with lots of buffs and some new damage and healing skills later. It upgraded [Apostolic Transformation] to Epic by default, which changed it into a Record Keeper."

Mythryll nods her understanding. "Record Keepers are Epic Quality Magic Type demons, so it somewhat makes sense that you'd become one at Epic Quality."

"Are you up next? Or do you need some skill books for better options still?" Cain asks the Elf, who smiles back happily.

"I've got the class option I want already. I was waiting to use it."

Her eyes go blank for only a moment before she returns to them. The moment she does, an aura of protection falls over them, the buff showing that it can absorb one percent of HP in damage every 5 seconds. It doesn't heal, but it will cut down the incoming damage taken.

[Name] Mythryll

[Race] High Elf

[Level] 201

[Class] Eldritch Guardian

"Eldritch Guardian is a Forest Guardian type class. It starts with an extra wide area of Plant Manipulation, 2 meters radius per level. I can Summon Dark Nymphs from trees in the area, one per tree as a class ability. Most of the skills are plant-based. Faster growth, more seeds, some combat abilities, and regeneration of plants, animals, and forest-type dark fae.

But up towards the top of the skill tree, I can activate a [Forest Army] and turn every tree in my Plant Manipulation range into Treants until I run out of mana since it has an upkeep cost per Treant."

In the courtyard of the Manor alone, there are hundreds of trees, all within her range. Her class is essentially specialized in living in the Long Fang Valley. She can even help with the crops, and the locals will love her for it.

"That is amazing. Not just powerful but beneficial to others in so many ways. I am starting to feel selfish with my class options now, going for personal power." Cain jokes.

Their reverie is cut short by a knock at the door; one of Gwen's Summoned assassins has come to inform them that the King is on his way here and wishes to meet with them.