I am Rontress Owelline. A villain in the making and someone who would, for some reason or the other, wipe out my village in the near future. Either with diseases or something else, it was never covered.

  Er... Far future. Actually. It's still a while before I hit the ripe old age of 17 and currently I'm only what? 8-ish years old? I've been alive for quite some time, which is impressive given how common it is for children to die in this place.

  Did you know that my parents managed to raise two healthy young children? Insane. Really. They didn't even have other kids besides me and my older brother, Howaph, and we both lived so there's no casualty in our family line.

  Anyway, I'm just rambling on.

  Right now I'm currently in the process of... let's say getting a blessing? I'm not really sure if it's a blessing. I've never believed in gods and I will continue to do so even though I've been reborn in this world.

  Blessing is a weird way to describe this though, I'm just getting a class after all!

  Kids get them at a certain age, and I'm expected to get one today according to the priests, who have been training me all this time so they have high expectations for me! It's sad that I'll have to disappoint them but there's nothing I can do about it since my past life makes it inevitable.

  Even without a church, kids can still get a class and those guys are called "exceptions" if they're useful. If they're not? "Heathens" because evil classes can and will pop up in a child, often the lack of a church is to be blamed.

  Not that it's wrong since churches are known to keep villages peaceful and crime free but still!

  Oh yeah, I have been reborn. Should we go back to that? Because that's right. I'm a certified Isekai Protagonist?.

  But I'm not really happy about it. Mostly because the world that I was born in is uh, not so fun. Remember when I said that a lot of children die young in this village?

  As an acolyte of the church, I personally helped bury some of them. Or rather, I helped build the coffins where they would be "buried in".

  I say bury because I want to be respectful, it's definitely better than whatever the hell the parents of those children were doing! Seriously, not only did their lack of supervision kill their kids but who casually dumps their child in the swamp that we get our food from?!

  And yes, that's also another detail that I want to add: I live in a swamp! Specifically on a floating village.

  Going back to the dead children, one would think that the biggest problem that we have here is something like infections or maybe dysentery or something stupid like that but no, that would be too easy.

  We have to deal with mutated crayfish instead! And other mutated creatures! Some of the fish that my father brings out of the water have 7 eyes! SEVEN.

  And not all of them are the same size too. Some eyes are bigger than others and apparently those are "juicier" or something like that? Personally I don't like them.

  I can't stress it enough that my brother? Howaph? Has a weird taste for fish eyes because of this. And so do other villagers. Imagine a place where fish with multiple eyes are so common that the people living in it view the damn things as a delicacy.

  Some places have fish eggs like caviar or roe, here in Flotol? We have eyes.

  I say "we" as in "weirdoes" because I would never lump myself in with these guys. I like my fish normal, thank you.

  Then again, I do eat the fish, I just ignore the eyes. Why would I eat them? Well for one, the reason why the fish here mutate is not because of radiation but due to a weird mystical phenomena that's present in the swamp, where magical energies gather here because of the leyline underneath the earth.

  So yes, the mutated fish are inherently magical. They don't have cores so they aren't considered monsters... Yet.

  But some of them do, and those get hunted down before they can become a big enough threat that the village can actually get threatened by them. It's possible by the way, it happened once, when I was three or so. Lots of dead people because a giant fish decided to flop around the platform where our houses stood.

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  Anyway, it's my turn to get called into the platform now so I should probably stop thinking about random stuff...

  I walked forward, my feet carrying me with the same grace a priestess would have if this village had one. Because of my attitude, there are high expectations of me becoming a priestess so the church has been taking good care of me these last few years.

  Years that are simply not enough to be considered substantial enough for me to get the class that they wanted. See, I had an entire 25-ish years worth of living before I came to this world and during that time, I was a developer.

  A game dev, mostly. One that was mostly tasked in designing the rooms that the players moved through, I also made other areas but mostly? I'm the person who adds those mimics that people mistake for chests.

  Truly evil, I know.

  I... Maybe I also have a side hobby where I make challenging levels for things like "Ultra Dario Level Maker" and the like. I mod stuff too. Geeky. People called me. They weren't wrong.

  Enough thinking! The priests are waiting!

  On the right of me is Flutt Duhert, a priest of the Firelight. Black hair, slightly blue eyes, and pretty short for his age. This guy's always been the one to help me out whenever I struggled with something, hell, he spent late nights teaching me how to read and it's because of him that I'm even literate.

  I feel kind of shitty knowing that he'll only be disappointed by the outcome of this thing.

  My experience as a game dev will out match the memories of my childhood here and chances are, the class that I'll get will be related to my last life's profession. I don't know what it will be though.

  I stopped walking and looked up at Folsan Oshnon's face, he's the head priest of our little village and also a pretty stuck up asshole set in his ways. Behind him is Aldalama, the village chief, and behind that guy are the normal villagers.

  I should probably not refer to them like they're NPCs.

  Everyone else. Behind Aldalama is everyone else. There!

  "Welcome, child. Today is the day where you get your class, and you become an adult who will help out with the village of Flotol." He said it like he isn't just describing child labor. "I know you will be a competent member of our community."

  At times like these, I usually act like a proper child.

  "Yes!" I nodded, my enthusiasm evident to show that I'm ready to accept the class I am about to get.

  Whatever job is given to me after this, I know that it will definitely be better than hammering coffins all day, which I have done more frequently ever since I became an acolyte.

  Shouldn't I have been practicing dance ceremonies instead or something? They wanted me to be a priestess right?

  "Open your system and tell me its contents." Old man Oshnon said and I complied.

  Is this?.. Oh no.

  I made sure not to react negatively to what I am reading. Instead I narrowed my eyes like I'm struggling to read the contents of my status screen, in the meantime, I was trying to calm myself down.

  Name: Rontress Owelline.

  Level: 4

  Magical Affinity: Low Intermediate

  Physical Capability: High Basic

  Class: Brutal Trapper

  Sub Classes:

  *Weaver

  - Stitching

  - Weaving

  *Carpenter

  - Hammering

  - Sawing

  - Building

  - Wood Working

  *Cook

  - Boiling

  - Frying

  - Heating

  [Brutal Trapper].

  This was my given class. [Trapper] would have been fine, that would be considered neutral and not truly evil, in fact I'd go as far as to say that it can naturally be found here in Flotol but adding Brutal next to it...

  Okay, what the fuck?! I wasn't that cruel when designing those levels!

  ... Maybe only a little bit?

  Right. Everyone is waiting and I need to lie with a straight face. I smiled and looked up at the headpriest, Folsan returned it without the same enthusiasm as I did, in fact he looked bored.

  "I'm a [Trapper]!" I forced out my excitement. Because if I didn't, I'd get suspected and maybe even executed on the spot.

  It's true, the [Executioner] is to my left alongside the [Butcher]s and other meat related professions. They are waiting for their apprentices see, and the village considers these guys important enough that they have to receive them immediately.

  I blinked back into focus when I saw Folsan's reaction, was he... Relieved? What? I knew that his orders for me to make all those coffins had been on purpose!

  "Good." He smiled and gestured for me to walk away. "You can now help the village by hunting for food, and you're a [Trapper] too, which means that you don't have to put as much effort into doing it."

  I nodded before walking away, I didn't let my suspicion of his previous actions show on my face.

  I passed Aldalama and he smiled at me. "Those coffins that you made must have attracted the fishes, some of them probably got trapped, and that's why you got your class. This happens, I know you worked hard to become a [Priestess] but your current class is okay too!"

  I only nodded, I didn't really care. I already knew that this would happen but I guess his explanation made some sense too. Neat, I got an alibi.

  "I like the class anyway!" I wasn't even lying when I said that too.

  "I know you do.”