He blinked a couple of times, before selecting Y, bringing up the class.

  He thought about it, before selecting Y again.

  He smiled and thought to himself, “This should be fun” He immediately looked down at his long greasy black robes and frowned, pulling out a sharp dagger, cutting the robe shorter. “Much better.” He said to himself. He then got two more notifications.

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  He selected Y and a rippling image of the cleric from before appeared. “Hello again. I would just like to thank you for your help. There really were a lot of werewolves in there.” She turned to look at her companions. “How many were there?” The necromancer answered, “Fifty-one.” The cleric and the now visible and equally rippling rest of her party looked at the teen. “W-what?” “Fifty-one. Ten warriors, five mages, five clerics, twelve berserkers, three rouges, fifteen normal werewolves, and one alpha.” They now looked extremely confused, before the warrior spoke. “How- ““Apparently giving you the silversteel weapons to help with the werewolves counts in assisting in their defeat.” The party looked through the magic message dumb founded. “Well, I’ve got to go. Bye!” He disabled the call and looked at his new notification.

  He smiled, and rushed to where Granite Castle was, eager to cause chaos.