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Only one problem remained. "How are you doing now that I'm no longer a Magical Dungeon Gunslinger, Larry?"

"It doesn't bother me!" He said with certainty. "Will you kill lots of Infernali?"

"You can bet on that, buddy. Now, what replacement should I pick?"

I called Marshall to the command wagon. Then I explained one choice I found interesting but was wary of to him.

"Classes that come with companions are very rare. Not (Very Rare) but yeah. A (Legendary) sounds about right. These companions are usually very strong."

I glared at Larry. The platypus shrugged. Marshall couldn't see him.

"I doubt this Valkyrie is weak." Marshall continued. "I knew one Earth mage who got a Golem companion from a sub-Class. The golem did more heavy-lifting than the mage. And I don't mean just lifting heavy stuff in the literal sense."

"Do you think I should bet on this Valhalla Class?"

"The Trismegistus one sounds very interesting. You can already create any item you can imagine. What if they are enchanted too?"

"A project for later. When I finally get my evolution."

Dude, what a Freudian slip.

"Oh. Are you already at that level? I hoped I would catch up but... I am not going out and fighting every day. What is your trial? Perhaps I can help."

"Oh, but you will," I told him.

Marshall widened his eyes. "Four million people? Is that why you split the city into layers? People liked the scenic tram rides."

"I'm glad they did. So, We need to find people and convince them to join us."

"I'll do what I can to help you gather that many people. Promise. Now, there's one thing I noticed. Some citizens are worshiping you as their new deity. The priests of the Patriarch are somewhat annoyed by that."

"Oh, that should be my new Class. I am a [God Dungeon] now. So, I am their new deity," I said in my mechanical voice.

Marshall squinted. "Are you shitting me?"

"No. All true. I'm their new God. This Patriarch guy can come and lodge a complaint. I don't see him ripping World Bosses a new one. Also, if these priests want to test their luck in the wilderness, they are welcome to. Now, how sure you are this Valhalla Class will not be completely stupid?"

"I am a hundred percent certain it will be a good one."

"Then fuck it. Here goes nothing."

A rift opened right beside us. We became extremely wary but it wasn't pitch-black like the one leading to wherever the Infernali come from. This rift had stars and a nebula. Then something white and red flopped through and the thing closed. It was a winged woman. Blonde, about six feet two inches tall, wearing broken armor. Her wings were in terrible condition and she was bleeding from what appeared to be a hundred wounds.

Marshall crouched next to her and poured three healing potions over her body. I saw her flesh knit like it was a real-time animation. Soon, the woman stirred.

"Ég skynja nærveru hins guðlega," she said roughly. She was speaking a dialect of Icelandic?

I cast Bless: empower on her. It worked. She rose to her elbows and knees, then pulled herself to a kneeling position. She had the face of someone who'd fought a hundred battles and deep blue eyes. She stared at Blackjack Six.

"Fyrir að bjarga mér, þú átt þakkir mínar, herra minn," She kowtowed.

Then the System decided to burn the deferred Exp I had.

"Here, drink this," Marshall offered her yet another healing potion. He was averting his eyes. I noticed why.

"Should I accept this man's offer, my Lord?" The Valkyrie asked.

"Yes. He is an ally. Eat these berries as well." I removed some Healberries from a compartment on Blackjack Six.

She took the potion, "I thank you, warrior." And downed it in a single gulp. Then she chewed the berries with reverence. Most of her wounds were gone but now she couldn't consume any more healing items.

"You need new clothes and armor," I said and did my best to copy what she was wearing. The clothes, at least. I also created a privacy screen. "Go behind this screen and change. Leave your armor behind. I'll make you a better one."

"As you wish," she stood up and went to change.

Marshall stared at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "She's strong."

"What?"

"I got a Perk that allows me to measure someone's Attributes related to mine. She has more Strength, Endurance, and Constitution than me."

It was no surprise as Marshall's build was more focused on speed and precision than raw physical prowess. "Interesting. What about me?"

"You only have mental Attributes. All of them above mine. I can't tell how much, only if it is above or below."

He probably couldn't compare Hardness because he didn't have it. "Doesn't it say if it is equal too?"

He squinted. "Do you know how hard it is for two people to have the same Attribute score?"

"No?"

The Valkyrie returned. "Thank you for these marvelous clothes, my Liege."

"No problem."

"Can you understand what she's saying?" Marshall asked.

"Yeah. Just got a Perk that does that. Among other things."

"Interesting. You had Exp left over?"

"When you hit the level cap, all remaining Exp is deferred. I think our level 300 guy would go way higher than that if it weren't for the quest requirements. When I switched Classes, it leveled the new Class with that Experience.

"I didn't know about the deferred Experience Points. Thanks for sharing."

"I'm going to interview the Valkyrie. Do you mind?"

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Marshall entered the portal, reappearing 750 feet above the World Tree (it hadn't sprouted yet). The inside was my Domain so I saw him trigger one of his rings and glide down.

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"Would you share your name with me?" I asked.

The Valkyrie knelt. "It is an honor. I'm Róta. My powers lie with ice and sleet. I'm proficient with the spear and shield. My level is 180. The System tells me you need to pick my Sub-Classes."

I opened the Valkyrie menu. It had nine Sub-Class slots ready for me to pick from a list. Aside from the two choices I immediately highlighted, the list wasn't so nice, probably based on Róta's previous experiences. Some medieval warrior bullshit and providing female-based services to the Einherjar. Like serving mead, and... sharpening swords. Yeah. Let's go with sharpening swords. Damn Vikings.

"Are you okay with 'Sleetstorm Sorceress'?"

"It shall be as you wish, my Lord." She replied stiffly.

"Róta, stand up." She did with a startle. "Let me tell you what I want." She stood up but didn't speak. Instead, she just nodded. "Do you know of the Infernali?"

"It is a clan of Demons that plague the multiverse. The Infernali specialty is brute monsters instead of the cunning other clans favor."

I thought that between strong and dumb or cunning and devious, I'd rather have the former.

"Earth is being invaded by them. I need to rescue humans and bring them into that demiplane there. We need to gather einherjar to fight for us in Valhalla. Which I need to create yet."

"I understand. Do you want me to go and seek worthy warriors for you?"

"We will seek them together. Now, your Sub-Classes. Say yes or no to them, yes if you want to add them to your... Valkyrie profile." Róta nodded.

"I don't think mixing might and magic is a problem. Sleetstorm Sorceress? It's an (Epic)." She answered, "Yes." And I picked the Sub-Class.

Róta's main Class was (Legendary). Or she was a (Mythic) with not enough achievements for a (Legendary) sub. Which I doubted.

"Would you be offended if I asked what is your Main Class's Rarity? Is it (Legendary) or (Mythic)? You don't have to answer if you do not want to," It was so awkward I forgot my contractions.

"Not at all. My main Class is a (Legendary), Valkyrie Battle-Maiden."

"Good. Thank you for sharing that information with me, Róta."

"My Lord is the owner of everything I am," she said candid and solemnly. I ignored the other connotations that line had. One, I was a crystallized apple. Two, PG-13.

"Next. Gatekeeper of Valgrind." It was also (Epic). But while higher rarity was always better even for sub-Classes, synergy mattered more.

She startled and widened her eyes. "It would be a great honor, my Lord."

"Deal. Winged War-Priestess?" She nodded and I picked the Sub-Class.

"Gjallarhorn's Shield-Bearer?" Another frantic nod. Though she struggled to remain austere, she was liking the sub-Classes.

"Herald of Winter?" She cracked a grin.

Ah, The number of sub-Classes was also a hint to her main Class rarity. She had eight sub-Classes. Three to go. I wished she could get Mecha Pilot, Power Armor Marine, and Minuteman Ranger to allow her to use my technology. I had to leave three slots open.

"I'm afraid you need to undergo some training to unlock more suitable Sub-Classes, Róta."

She lowered her head. "I'm sorry I do not match your expectations, my Lord."

"Nah. Don't worry. It is the other way around. The world has changed. We need to adapt. Say, how would you fight a monster whose arms reach two miles away?"

"I would charge into battle and dodge its attacks."

"What if you could wear armor that was a hundred feet tall? Let me show you something. Follow me."

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