The undead holy magus Rinser had a pair of eyes with dead gray color. He looked coolly at me and said, "Young undead, who are you?"

I was conflicted inside. Did I want this holy magus as my trainer? But I was a true warrior. If I became a mage, what would my future be?

But I couldn’t continue like this without a trainer. If that happened, I’d fall behind others. After the fourth class promotion at Level 100, each class would have powerful skills to learn. If I stopped moving forward, I’d fall behind and be eliminated sooner or later.

Finally, I decided and looked up at Rinser. I said, "Xinran told me to find you. She said you can become my trainer!"

"Xinran? Oh, the Wind Singer..." Rinser laughed. "I do not know if the reawakening of the Wind Singer is good or bad for the continent. However, I will seriously consider what the Wind Singer has handed over. Boy, let me ask you, are you willing to become a mage?"

I shook my head. "No, I am a warrior!"

"Hmph!"

Rinser said coolly, "Since...