**Chapter 2: A Class for the Classless**
Blood was still on his hands.
The distant echoes of beasts, human screams mixed with the whirring of the System's devices, and that ever-glowing blue interface. Ayan struggled to stand, leaning against the wall, trying to make sense of what had happened.
*"Dynamic Vision"*… Was that his ability? Or just a temporary display from the System?
**[Combat samples collected. Analyzing alternative class…]**
**[User does not meet the conditions of known classes.]**
**[Proposed temporary class: Chaotic Survivor.]**
He didn't understand. He didn't *want* to understand.
All he knew was that he had killed something—something not human—with a broken tool, despite being a boy who had never fought in his life.
Outside, armed groups began to emerge. People with glowing eyes and fiery or arcane abilities. Those who hadn't fallen to the beasts died at the hands of these… *new ones*.
It was clear the System didn't just grant power—it granted arrogance and brutality.
Ayan left the district, walking for hours through the ruins until he found a small, abandoned storage room. It seemed like a decent shelter, at least temporarily. He locked the door from the inside, sat on the floor, and opened the System:
**[User Level: 1]**
**[Points: 2]**
**[Repair: 0.06%]**
**[Class: Undefined]**
**[Abilities: Dynamic Vision (Temporary - Expired)]**
**[Side Quests]:**
- Survive for an additional 24 hours (0/1)
- Collect 3 food sources (0/3)
- Kill 2 additional F-class beasts (1/2)
Ayan whispered mockingly, *"Like I'm in a game…"*
Then he laughed. A quiet laugh… broken… but a laugh nonetheless.
In the corner, there was an old cabinet. He opened it carefully and found a first-aid kit, a rusted kitchen knife, and some canned food.
**[Food source collected: 1/3]**
His voice dripped with sarcasm: *"Congratulations, player. You've found canned beans."*
Suddenly—a soft knock at the door. His heart stopped for a moment.
Gripping the knife, he approached slowly. The knocking repeated, but this time… with a voice.
*"Is anyone there…? Please, I have nothing… I just need a safe place."*
A woman's voice. Hesitant. Afraid.
Ayan didn't trust it. The world no longer allowed time for pity. But he felt something else… The System appeared again:
**[Random Event: Alliance Choice]**
- Open the door (Potential Reward: Cooperative Skill)
- Refuse (Potential Reward: Additional Survival Points)
He looked at the screen, then at the door. Only 24 hours had passed… and the world had become a live test of heart and blood.
Slowly… he reached for the handle.
**End of Chapter 2.**