RGRMW 11

RGRMW

Posted by Elsa, Released on June 23, 2025

Chapter 11

What… what was that supposed to mean?

I said I wanted to change my class to All Master, and now they’re telling me to walk the path of the Sword Saint?

While I stood there confused—

BOOM!

A sudden burst of flames exploded from the swordsman’s body, sending him flying.

“Gahk!”

And in the place where the swordsman had been, an old man in a cloak and holding a staff appeared.

One glance, and it was obvious—he was a wizard.

“Oh ho, indeed! You have the makings of an All Master. Your affinity with mana is extraordinary. Why don’t you walk the path of the Sage with me instead? If you add physical strength to that marvelous mana affinity, you could become a powerful battle mage!”

The wizard had suddenly flared his mana and examined my body before suggesting the path of a Sage.

From Sword Saint to Sage, now this?

Before I could even say anything—

Crack!

“Urgh!”

The wizard’s head twisted unnaturally, and he collapsed on the spot.

…Thankfully, he was still breathing.

And behind the collapsed wizard stood a woman clad in black.

Just from her outfit, it was clear—she was an assassin-type class instructor.

“What the senile old man just said was nonsense. Trying to chain such a versatile talent like you to the limits of magic? Don’t you agree?”

“…I mean, yeah. I came to take the All Master class trial, actually…”

“Forget that—how about becoming a Dark King? Your versatile abilities are perfect for walking the path of the night!”

The Dark King, huh?

It wasn’t a bad path.

In my memory, the Dark King class could use nearly every weapon and magic—an incredibly versatile job.

However, once again, before I could answer—

Fwoosh—

An arrow flew from the bottom of the stairs—

“Kyaa!”

—and sent the assassin flying.

Judging by the blunt tip, it wasn’t a lethal arrow, but considering assassins had low defense, it might have been genuinely dangerous.

I turned my head to find a woman holding a bow in the distance.

Obviously, an archer.

She looked at me with cold eyes and spoke.

“You saw my arrow just now, right?”

“I did…?”

“Your dynamic vision is good. Perfect for an archer. I’ll guide you to the path of the Celestial Bow.”

Now the Celestial Bow path?

So far, there was the Sword Saint, the Sage, the Dark King, and now the Celestial Bow.

With this, all four of the highest-tier classes I remember from the “First” era had appeared.

Not even back then had I ever experienced something like this.

But I guess this was the payoff for pushing my stats to the limit and using all kinds of weapons.

Still—

‘Even if they’re top-tier classes, none of them really suit me.’

I had no intention of choosing any of them.

No matter how powerful, the Sword Saint could only use swords.

No matter how mighty, the Sage was limited to magic.

The Dark King, while versatile, couldn’t use heavy weapons.

The Celestial Bow likely couldn’t use anything but daggers for melee.

My goal from the start was to make the most of the items I had collected back in First.

If I had to choose one of these, I’d rather be a Weapon Master.

And I’d already confirmed the existence of a class even higher than that.

No way I’d pick one of these limited, single-path classes.

“I want to take the class trial for All Master.”

“You must not realize how absurd the All Master path is.”

“Heh, so youthful. But you’ll see during the trial. Just how impossible the All Master class is. And perhaps discover the greatness of magic.”

“Kid, there’s a reason no one’s ever succeeded in becoming an All Master.”

“It’ll be tough. All Master.”

“I’m ready.”

Before I knew it, all the class instructors had gotten back on their feet and surrounded me.

But my resolve didn’t waver.

Now that I had confirmed the existence of the All Master class—

I would become an All Master.

“Then I’ll go first.”

“Do it properly. This is the All Master’s trial.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be hard enough.”

As the instructors responded, the trial quest appeared before me.

[Hidden Class Quest: “All Master” has been created.]
Grade: Legendary
Description: One who seeks to freely wield every weapon in existence and master every path to its end.
The master of all that lies at the pinnacle of every road—All Master.
Objective: Pass the trials of all four instructors.

The class trial for All Master had begun.

* * *

Second’s top online community forum.

There, a post had just gone up that was grabbing everyone’s attention.

[Do class instructors normally come down to the 1st floor to make people change class?]

Just saw all the instructors coming down and fighting each other to make a player pick their class.

The content sounded like obvious bait.

Instructors coming down to the 1st floor to bicker over one player?

Who would believe that?

So, naturally, the users started flooding the comments.

“Quit with the BS.”
“What kind of fantasy are you living in, lol.”
“Do you know how lazy instructors are? There’s a rumor they don’t even leave their own floors, lol.”
“Sure, and when I changed class, 100 instructors came down to convince me to be the strongest swordsman ever.”
“At least put effort into your lies, lol.”

As the sarcastic comments piled up, the original poster seemed to get irritated.

After all, they had genuinely posted out of curiosity, only to be mocked.

But thankfully—they had evidence.

[I’m telling you, it’s real.]
※ Video attached

A follow-up post appeared with an attached video.

When people clicked on it:

“??”
“Wait, is this real?”
“No way, it’s obviously edited, lol.”
“That is the actual instructor NPCs. Same skills, personalities, and speech patterns.”
“So they just faked all that?”
“I’m telling you it’s real!”

The video showed exactly what the original post described.

A player touched the class change stone—an NPC receptionist was visibly shocked.

Moments later, the class instructors rushed down to persuade the player.

Then more came, fighting among themselves to recruit the same player.

The notoriously immobile instructors were down on the 1st floor, literally begging the player to take their class.

Some people still claimed it was fake, but it clearly didn’t look edited.

“Has anything like this ever happened?”
“Nope, never seen it before.”
“Even during top streamer Bambi’s class change, it wasn’t like this.”
“What class triggered that reaction?”
“Even if it’s great, why would all four instructors come down at once?”
“Makes no sense, and yet it happened…”

No matter how they tried to reason it out—it didn’t add up.

The top four class instructors, together, persuading one person?

Still, one thing was clear:

“Whatever it is, it must be an insane class.”
“Honestly, even picking just one of the four would be god-tier.”
“Sword Saint, Sage, Dark King, Celestial Bow. All top-tier classes.”

The player in the video?

At the very least, they were guaranteed one of those elite classes.

And if they got a class even higher than those?

Then their path forward was basically laid with red carpet.

So naturally—

“Does anyone know the player’s name?”
“Is this happening in real time? I’m heading there now.”

People with a nose for talent began to swarm in.

Scouts, hoping to bring that promising player into their guild.

Even—

“This is Hwarang Guild. Can we get in touch with you? We’ll compensate you generously if the tip is legit.”
“Wait, the Hwarang Guild?”
“One of Korea’s Big Five Guilds, damn.”
“No way, even Hwarang scouts are here, lol.”

One of the five major guilds in Korea—the Hwarang Guild—had shown up.

All of them were after the same newly trialing player.

The rising star who had just entered the class change tower.

‘Mir.’

* * *

“This is it. My trial arena.”

First up—the archer class instructor led me to the place where the first trial would begin.

‘So nostalgic.’

The archer’s class trial zone.

I knew this place well.

In a wide indoor arena, targets were lined up.

To pass, you had to hit a certain number of targets with limited arrows within the time limit.

Since the All Master trial required clearing different class trials, this was familiar territory.

“I just need to hit those?”

I pointed at the targets arranged from the entrance to the far wall.

5m, 10m, 20m, and 50m ranges.

Normally, hitting all those was almost impossible for an average person, and just hitting the 20m one was considered excellent.

And the better your trial performance, the better your resulting stats or bonus skills.

But then—

“No.”

The archer instructor shook her head.

These were the only visible targets, so what was she talking about?

While I stood there confused, she walked to the back wall and pulled a lever.

Then—

Rumble rumble—

The wall literally began to descend.

Not metaphorically—physically moving down.

Since we were on one of the upper floors of the tower, once the wall dropped, the open sky and fresh breeze poured in.

She then whistled sharply—

“Wheeeet—!”
“Screee—!”

Falcons from the tower took off, each holding a target in their talons.

In practiced motion, they flew out and began hovering in place—hovering targets.

“You want me to hit those?”

“Yup. From 100m to 500m. Five total.”

“Time limit?”

“One minute per target. You have five minutes to hit them all.”

Absolutely absurd.

The farthest target in the normal archer trial was 50 meters.

This trial starts at 100 meters?

The last one is 500 meters away?

‘That’s beyond a bow’s range.’

Modern Olympic archery ranges from 30m to 90m.

Mongol bows reached 150m. English longbows, 200m.

Even Korea’s traditional bow—arguably the most advanced—barely broke 300m.

Even modern rifles maxed around 600m—and hitting a target at 500m was incredibly difficult.

And now I was supposed to shoot targets like that… with a bow?

This trial was basically saying: Just give up now.

But—

“Understood.”

I had no intention of giving up.

After hearing the trial rules, I stepped to the now-open wall and asked:

“There’s no restriction on items, right?”

“None. Items are part of your skillset. Use whatever bow or arrows you want. If you don’t have one, I can lend you a 500m-range bow.”

“No, I’m fine.”

There were no item restrictions—which made sense.

This trial was likely impossible using only a player’s natural abilities.

Probably only possible if a player had obtained the best bow in the starting city, balanced stats across agility and strength, and got really lucky.

Even then, it wouldn’t be guaranteed.

But—

‘500m? That’s easy.’

I had hundreds—thousands—of bows.

With them, this trial would be nothing.

“Luke.”
– Yes, Master.

Black flames swirled in my palm, and a bow appeared.

A crimson-red body with the name “Tristan” etched in silver.

A bowstring like moonlight, and a handle embedded with precious gems.

Its name was: