The sun beat down on Noah’s back as he strode towards the temple.

  "Right, warrior it is," he muttered, a grin spreading across his face.

  "And I've got just the skill for it – Sword Strike! Perfect for smashing goblins…or whatever else this crazy world throws at me."

  He glanced at the deserted market stalls, the perfectly arranged produce a stark reminder of the village's strangeness.

  "Seriously, though," he mumbled, "where is everyone?"

  The image of the dragon statue spurred him on.

  "Imagine," he mused, "me, Noah, the mighty warrior! Wielding a legendary sword, cleaving through hordes of enemies…with my awesome Sword Strike!" He chuckled.

  "Okay, maybe not legendary yet. But it's a start." He flexed his arm, then immediately felt silly doing so.

  "Show off later, Noah," he told himself. "Focus on the job class."

  He wasn’t drawn to magic, archery, or thievery. "Magic's too complicated," he muttered. "Sword Strike is way more my style. Point sword, swing hard. Simple. Efficient. Effective." He shook his head. "And archery? Too much waiting. I'm a run-in-and-smash kind of guy. Besides," he added, "this place is creepy enough without me sneaking around."

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  The temple loomed ahead. "Alright, temple time," he said, pushing open the heavy wooden doors.

  The sound echoed through the silent village. "Let's see if this dragon statue can give me the warrior job." He grinned, letting his imagination run wild.

  "Okay, okay, calm down, Noah," he told himself. "Adolfillia in dragon form still looks cute." He walked towards the Wind Dragon statue.

  The dragon statue shimmered, the choices swirling before him: Warrior, Magician, Archer, Thief.

  He touched the cold stone, a jolt confirming his Warrior path. A rusty sword, worn leather armor, and three healing potions materialized. Noah grinned, the worn leather suddenly feeling like the finest plate. Adventure called.

  Noah can feel the same feeling as before, when he first came here—an excitement that he now feels again.

  "The goblin horde's reign of terror ends now. Steel meets flesh, the massacre begins! Hahahaha!"