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In Trion, there were nine distinct races, each with its own unique traits and characteristics.

The two most common races were the Beastmen and the Maguses, both of which were integral to Trion's society.

While no class was tied exclusively to a specific race, certain races naturally excelled in particular areas due to their inherent physical or magical traits.

For instance, nearly every being in Trion possessed a magic vessel—a core component necessary for channeling magical energy.

This universal trait meant that anyone could, in theory, become a mage.

However, the quality of one's magic vessel played a crucial role in determining a mage's potential.

Maguses, a race born with at least red-colored magic vessels, naturally stood out in this field.

Their vessels were not only stronger but also more efficient, allowing them to wield magic with far greater ease and precision than most other races.

As a result, the Maguses often chose to pursue paths in magic, becoming powerful spellcasters.

In contrast, Beastmen were born with inherent physical advantages. Many had heightened animalistic instincts, granting them exceptional reflexes, agility, or strength.

Some even possessed physical traits like claws, fangs, or protective scales, which made them natural-born warriors. While not exclusively tied to combat, these traits gave Beastmen an edge when it came to melee-oriented classes such as warriors.

Every race in Trion had classes they were naturally inclined toward. Yet, despite these natural advantages, the freedom to choose was never taken away.

Anyone could pursue any class, even if it went against their racial strengths.

It wasn't uncommon to see individuals defying expectations, striving to succeed in roles far removed from their racial archetypes.

A determined Beastman might become a mage, harnessing their magic vessel through sheer willpower and relentless training.

Similarly, a Magus could take up a sword and forge their path as a warrior, despite lacking the physical edge of other races.

But as Arlon had observed before, the reality of this world imposed limits that couldn't be ignored.
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Unlike the game's systems that allowed players to min-max stats and build improbable characters, the real-world Trion demanded practicality.

The physical and biological realities of the body played a significant role in a person's success in their chosen class.

For instance, a tall, bulky assassin with a lumbering frame would struggle to master the stealth and agility required for their role.

Similarly, certain racial combinations presented inherent challenges. A Dwarf assassin would lack the speed and flexibility needed to excel.

An Elf necromancer, with their innate connection to life and nature, would find themselves at odds with the dark, death-centric magic of necromancy.

And a Fairy warrior—while theoretically possible—would need to overcome their small stature and limited physical strength to succeed in direct combat.

Despite these obstacles, there were always exceptions—individuals who defied the odds and carved out unique paths.

These trailblazers became symbols of determination and adaptability, proving that while racial advantages could guide one's journey, they didn't dictate the destination.

For most, though, aligning their class with their natural abilities wasn't just the easier path—it was often the most practical one.

In Trion, surviving and thriving often depended on using every advantage one could muster.

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Orlen's gaze lingered on the staff for a moment longer before his voice cut through the tension. "Focus," he said firmly, his tone bringing the students back to the present.

The Infernal Spire was still in everyone's mind, but the fight came before that.

"Begin!"

The moment the word left Orlen's lips, Leafa shot forward like a blur, moving so fast it was difficult to track her.

June's instincts kicked in, and she raised her staff to cast a defensive barrier. A faint blue shimmer appeared in front of her just as Leafa's sword struck.

The impact sent a ripple through the barrier, and June staggered slightly under the force.

She's strong, June thought, gritting her teeth.

Leafa darted back, her wings a blur of motion. She didn't tease the players like some others did.

Summoning a shard of ice, June hurled it toward Leafa, but the Fairy twisted in midair, dodging effortlessly.

Arlon had helped June with some spells, but June only had 2 weeks to train in total. And even that was not 14 full days since she needed to log out every day and on weekends.

June tried again, casting a wave of frost in an arc to cover more ground. The magic spread outward, but Leafa soared above it.

June inhaled deeply, her mind racing. I can't just throw spells blindly. I need to predict her movements.

Her eyes narrowed as she tracked Leafa's flight path. She noticed a slight pattern—Leafa often circled back to the same spot before launching her next attack.

That is when June realized it. Leafa, as a Fairy, couldn't swing her sword strongly enough. So, there was only one way for her to attack.

She was using her speed to support the swing. And that was why she needed to circle back to attack again.

So, as long as June didn't let her get back or prevented her speed up, she could win.

She waited for the next attack, and without long, Leafa attacked again. But this time, instead of using a shield, June dodged the attack to the side.

And when Leafa realized it was a miss and started circling back, June used her shield.

But this time, it wasn't to defend against an attack. Instead, she used her shield not in front of her, but a bit away from herself.

With a thud sound, Leafa hit the invisible shield on her way to the other side of the arena and fell to the ground.

Of course, she immediately flew back up and looked at June angrily.

There was one thing June didn't think about. These students were third-years at Cardon Academy, so they were around 17 years old.

And one of the conditions to enter the academy was to be at least level 50 at the age of 14.

That was why Leafa, who was level 92, wasn't going seriously against June. She could see the level on her head.

But, after being disgraced with such a spell, she got angry.

One second later, Leafa was in front of June, and one more second later, Leafa's blade had already penetrated June's abdomen.

"June!" Zack screamed outside the arena, trying to run to the arena.

Arlon held his shoulder so that he couldn't move.

The arena was magical, so she would be okay. As expected, Orlen went in and rewound the wound on June's abdomen.

June got up as if nothing happened. She was already scared of the speed of the Fairy.

She still bowed before going down the arena. But before she could, Leafa approached her.

"I… I'm sorry," the Fairy said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "I think I got a bit too excited."

June blinked, taken aback. "Ah, there's nothing to be sorry about," she replied, managing a small smile. "It was a battle, after all. Honestly, I'm just happy I pushed you to go all in. That's an achievement for me."

Leafa hesitated for a moment, then smiled back. "I see. I'm Leafa. Let's get along well." With that, she flew back to Orlen for feedback, her embarrassment quickly replaced by focus.

She seemed sincere, June thought.

"You did well, Leafa," Orlen said, nodding approvingly. "But you need to…" He began listing her weaknesses, his tone constructive yet firm.

Meanwhile, June returned to the other players.

"You did well," Arlon said simply.

June looked at him, startled. She hadn't expected praise from him.

"Realizing her habit was the key to winning this match," Arlon continued. "Once you figured it out, the battle was yours. Don't worry about losing—it was inevitable with the level difference. This wasn't a real fight anyway."

His words carried a weight of reassurance, and for the first time, June felt a flicker of pride.

"If you level up and expand your spell repertoire," Arlon added, "you could beat her someday."

June smiled faintly. She hadn't thought Arlon would notice her efforts, let alone acknowledge them.

The other players, too, exchanged surprised glances. Arlon, who often seemed distant and detached, was beginning to show signs of genuine care.

They always thought that in Arlon's view, they were just random people around him.

But it seemed like he was getting closer to them.

Well, Arlon didn't see them that way. He would probably be happy if they were friends. But, of course, he didn't know how he was seen outside.

Before June could answer, Orlen talked. He had heard what Arlon said.

"Arlon, right? You are correct about this battle. But there is one mistake in your view. Until June becomes a higher level with more spells, Leafa will also be improved. So I don't think June can win against her."

He was, obviously, joking. Even though they were guest students, in his eyes, they were still Trionians.

And Orlen's goal was to raise strong Trionians. So he didn't discriminate them from his students.

"But still, there is one more thing. You have that staff, but you are still using ice magic. Do you even know about the staff? Your mission is to learn about your equipment and at least 3 spells by Friday."

"Three spells? But that is impossible," June objected.

"If it was impossible, I wouldn't tell you to. Just learn about the staff first."

Though still unwilling, June thanked him for his guidance.

"You are the last one," Orlen said looking at Arlon. "Well, I don't have any more students to fight against you. So, what do you say, wanna fight me?"