Late at night, you and your three best friends—Edgar, Matt, and Aje—walk home from work, laughing under the dim streetlights. Suddenly, a glowing Magic Sigil appears above, pulsing with golden energy. Before anyone can react, you're pulled into a blinding vortex.You land in a pitch-black void, the air heavy and silent. A shimmering figure materializes—an eccentric god named Alcor. He looks at you, startled.

“Oh… uh… oops! I think I summoned the wrong people. Again.”

The four of you share a collective thought: “Again?! How many times has this guy messed up summoning people…” Then The god introduces himself with an over-the-top flourish, his voice booming in the vast emptiness.

“Welcome to N’zocha, young men! I am Alcor, the… err… God of Unfortunate. Let’s just say you weren’t exactly supposed to end up here. My bad. My bad! MY BAD!”

You exchange glances, utterly baffled. Alcor continues with an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.

“So, here’s the thing. There’s no way back home. Yeah, uh, sorry about that… But hey! Silver lining! You’re in N’zocha now! A world of infinite adventure, magic, and danger. How exciting is that, huh?"

The God, Alcor claps his hands, and a gigantic board materializes, glowing faintly in the dark void. The board is inscribed with an array of strange classes, each with a unique title and intricate emblem.

“As a token of my… appreciation for you not losing your cool right now, I’ll give you a little gift. Each of you can pick a class to help you survive in this world. Choose wisely, though. And, uh… Take your time. Hehehe…”

Your eyes scan the glowing board, where the following classes are listed: Archangel, Archer, Assassin, Bandit, Chaser, Imitator, High Monk, Lancer, Knight, Messiah, Paladin, Puppeteer, Rune Lancer, Scout, Talker… and at the bottom, a mysterious option marked only with a “?”

The god grins, folding his arms and talk with booming voice.

“So, what’ll it be?”