It had been two days. Two days since Ze'en'nan got the message, nine days since the game started, and all Zen could think about was his class. He was still a warrior, while most others got their special class designed for them, he was still a lowly warrior with weak abilities. Armed with a mere iron sword and armor for the warrior's class, Zen couldn't help but feel weak, especially since he knew death was permanent, both in game and outside of the game. There was only one question that floated around in Zen's head: "How will I defend myself?"

Zen didn't really care that he was stuck in the game, neither did he really want to get out of the game. He was already a train wreck in the real world, the only ones caring for him would be his aunt who kindly gave him this game, unknowing of what would happen next. Zen stopped for a second, bringing up the menu, trying to see if there was a "log out" button or "disconnect" button of some sorts, and just like the past two days, there weren't. Zen sighed before closing the menu, leaning forward to take another step, but he hesitated.

Zen brought up the menu once more, there was now something in his head. Faith, perhaps, faith that maybe the system would actually help him out and not leave him behind in the dust of the other players who were a bit stronger than he was. Going to his statistics window, Zen excitedly looked at the class name. "[i]Warrior[/i]" it stated, the text unwavering. And in that singular instant, Zen's faith and hope was shot down. There wasn't any special class for him, he was stuck being a lowly Warrior. Zen walked over to the nearest building and kicked the wall as hard as he could, only to feel immense pain as the pain shot up in his leg. Zen quickly recoiled, muttering curse words as he walked away.