All of a sudden, I found myself teleported back to the entrance of the forest of no return. Suddenly, I saw Loki and Breadtalk waiting for me there.

“How the hell did you change your class into a Joker? I mean I know you're the most stupid, retarded, irritating, annoying and motherfucking funny joker there is in the world but still???” I asked immediately.

“Whoa take a chill pill there man. I looked at the party list too. It looks like everyone got a power up except you. HAHAHA POOR YOU. FEELING SORE? NOOB JINX NOOB JINX NOOB JINX NOOB JINX!”

A slapping war commenced immediately. I wasn't going to go easy. I used half my mana to compress my wind steps and electric impulse. Yes it worked on buffs as well. Needless to say, within 10 seconds the fight was settled.

“Impressive~ I have mana intuition as well and I can tell you that not many individuals would be able to have the same mana density as what you did back there. You're really talented in this.” He said.

Breadtalk couldn't even comment and his face was so swollen it looked like he was bitten by ants throughout his face.

“Haiz my stupid disciple. Heal him would you? I need him to be in good condition for a long range teleport back to Éljúðnir Castle.”

“Median Heal.”

“How the fuck did you do that? You countered every slap I wanted to throw and you did it so hard and fast holy shit. Maybe we should start a carnival wars with a ban on mana and weapons and the only way was to make people slap each other to victory. We would never lose at that with you on our team.”

The suggestion was so ridiculous and funny I couldn't even slap him again. 20 people slapping each other would be good entertainment for Carnival though...

Suddenly, Loki put his hand on both of us and the familiar feeling came. We were being squeezed into ourselves, the air pushed out of our lungs, our limbs screaming in pain from being positioned in positions that weren't humanly possible anddddddddddd POOF.

We were back in the familiar castle.

Hel was already gone as Beathoven was just sitting in a corner, playing his music with a slight smile on his face. Fenrir was also no where to be seen but Soup was busy eating what I think was a quadruple bacon sandwich from MacDoofus. The elites were all nowhere to be seen and Sigyn was walking down the stairs with Horse.

Jörmungandr however was in another corner of the castle, beckoning me to come over. I ran over to his side immediately.

“Well done young one. You've passed not only the trial but the bonus stage as well. I was watching you all along.”

“How?”

“I attached a small snake as a spy. It currently lies in your forest.”

“My for- WHAT?!”

“Please shave your pubic hair next time its common courtesy. It's not a pleasant surprise for a woman you know.”

“THIS IS A GAME. AND WTF?! GET IT OFF ME!”

“It was already off the moment you completed your trial. On to much more serious stuff. You see that forest was run by Death, one of the governing forces in the world which are independent of any boundaries such as faction, race or class. Even I have a race. I am a god and my class is World Serpent. You see Death is a good friend of mine. We often go clubbing together. Then, he told me about this forest and I decided to send you there. It seems that the prerequisite was that the person must be able to wield mana. He or she need not specifically wield the mana manipulation skill but the forest was specially meant for training of that skill.”

“Now that you've passed the trial, you can check your skill window. Your skill levels should've increased. It should be master level by now. It is now even harder to raise proficiencies but I believe you will be able to do it. Also, the bonus stage. Holy shit that bonus stage. When Death told me about it I was sure no one would be able to pass. What is with you elemental swordsmen? I've seen Zarak in person before and boy was he an exceptional one. The way he handled his sword... I'm pretty sure you would lose in a fight against him. However I certainly did not expect you to pass the bonus round and you proved me wrong. Maybe you can prove me wrong again....” Jörmungandr continued.

“Again? I am going to fight with Zarak?” I asked

“In time to come, maybe fate will force both of you to cross paths. I do not know when or where but I am pretty sure the paths both of you have taken will coincide at some point. Moving on, I've done nothing but use Loki to send you to the place near the trial so I still have lots of mana left. My other siblings and father used their mana to confer new classes and new bonuses to their students but I don't see the need to do that for you.”

You lazy son of a snake they all got cool classes and what did I get? A cape that although is pretty cool DIDN'T EVEN COME FROM YOU AT ALL!

“I decided to use all my mana I've saved in a different way. One that I know for sure can make you even more powerful without needing to change your class at all. You are well suited to your class and this is my gift to you. Try compressing your mana to put it into your Ouroboros seal.”

I did as I was told. It seemed like it was actually possible. The ouroboros seal was a space that I could store my mana in so even though the capacity was the same, since I could compress more mana into that same container, I managed to put more mana into the seal. Currently I could store about 30,000 mana and since I was able to compact my mana by about 5 times, my effective mana stored was 150,000 mana. Holy shit.

“Omg this seal is the perf-”

Jörmungandr suddenly glowed with an indistinguishable colour. Then he bit me full on the back.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed in pain.

I immediately fell to the floor, writhing in pain and shock with the whole world contorting before my eyes. Everyone seemed shocked and started running towards me but Jörmungandr told them to stay back. I couldn't even pay attention to my surroundings anymore and all I could feel is pain, pain unlike any amount of pain I've ever felt and soon, my mind blanked out.

-Five hours later-

I slowly managed to open my eyes. Urghh I felt so weak. It felt like I just suffered from a high fever. I felt weak, my joints hurt and I felt feverish and nauseated.

“Don't worry it's like medicine. If it ain't bitter it ain't good is it?” A voice said.

Jörmungandr was beside me, in one of the bedrooms in the castle.

“Where is everybody?” I asked, sitting up groggily.

“They're preparing dinner. Most of my siblings already ran out of time so their training has been completed. I'm the only one left with abit more.”

“Figures. Seemed like you hardly spent any mana except for when you tried to kill me...” I mumbled.

“Kill you? Hahaha I think you will be grovelling at your feet, thanking me for what I did to you.”

“You didn't make me some kind of snake did you?” I asked, thinking of how Soup became a lycanhero, meaning that he was definitely part wolf or something now. But it fit him though, the idiotic straightforward kid who just liked to dive into a mob of monsters, finishing everyone off in a meele.

“No. Here, take a look at what's changed.”

Jörmungandr created a pool of water so clear it could reflect light and I used it as a mirror. I looked at myself and saw....

“Nothing changed?! Are you trolling me or something?”

“Your back idiot. Turn around.”

I turned. And I gasped. The ouroboros seal on my hand was gone. And I knew why. On my back was the new ouroboros seal. More deatiled than ever, a huge serpent flexing itself on my huge back, with shiny black scales covering it's entire body, biting it's own tail like an ouroboros should with huge green eyes and covering a much larger surface area than before.

“I LIKE IT!” I shouted. I opened my skill window.

Ouroboros Seal | Master level 1 (0%). Stores up to 100000 mana. Able to use it whenever you want like a mana bank. Also, it has it's own regen rate of 100 mana per second outside of battle and 10 mana per second in battle.

Holy shit thats effectively 500000 mana. I AM OP. I AM OP. I AM OPPPPPPPP!

Suddenly I was feeling all better. Jörmungandr did this to me to give me this new and improved ouroboros seal.

“My apologies I couldn't give it sooner. This required more mana to impart and I must be sure you would've been able to use it to it's full potential before giving it to you. I had to inject it like venom as well because it is actually a living ouroboros inside of you. That explains it's passive mana regeneration. Remember to compress the mana before you put it in. I'm sure you would be able to maximise the use of this. Also, I've left behind a manual of the most advanced spells I have at my disposal. With this new mana pool, I have no doubt that you would be able to use all the spells. My only advice now is for you to master your affinities. Only then will you be able to use all the spells to their maximum effect.” Jörmungandr said.

“Thank you so much master. I will learn them well.”

“Good. Also, I've used up all my mana as well so this is where we say goodbye. It should be awhile before we come back as well. Remember to train hard.”

With that, Jörmungandr left. I was left to admire the design of my new badass tattoo and I decided to get dressed and go down. The pure exhilaration of discovering my new seal made me feel better instantaneously. It was better than sex. WOO!

When I went down, I saw food being served on the dining table with a familiar scene. Food was being flung all over the table. No one was eating quietly while enjoying the food. Everyone was pointing, laughing, shouting. M1 and M2 were busy making twin jokes. Fuzzy was gulfing down the food but more of it was coming out than going in because of his raccous laughter. Breadtalk was busy annoying Horse who was trying to eat her food but it was obvious that she was enjoying the company. Soup was busy trying to use the spoon as a catapult with food as the ammo and flicking it into Beathoven's open mouth. Most of the tries have been pretty close but with Beathoven's nostrils taking the most of the load. Poor Xantos could only eat light mana and I was equivalent to her food so when she saw me coming down the stairs, she immediately spread her wings and flew over and trust me, Xantos was now almost impossible to fit in the castle lobby when she fully opened her wingspan.

“EHHHH ITS JINX!”

“It's OHMYGOD IM DYING ITS KILLING ME OW MUMMY IM CRYINGGG- OWWW OWWW OWWWW FUCK JINX STOP JINX PLEASEEEEEEE” Breadtalk said while I used earth mana to build a hand to squeeze his balls and roll it around the fingers.

I immediately tried compressing the high quality light mana I have now and fed it to Xantos. Xantos immediately stopped moving and fainted.

“WHAT?!”

“CAN YOU FUCKING STOP ABUSING ANIMALS!” Screamed Soup.

“YEAH THE FINE IS FORTY THOUSAND GOLD NOW.” Fuzzy roared as he leapt to Xantos' side.

Suddenly, Xantos herself glowed brightly and suddenly, she became smaller. Smaller than I've ever seen her. But one thing was for sure, the colours of her feathers changed from yellowish gold to pure gleaming gold.

“THANKS JINXXX!” She screamed as she flew towards me and due to her size, now I could comfortably hug her.

“Sure but what happened?!” I asked, bewildered but feeling kinda snuggly and fuzzy and the same time.

“Well, Rocs can evolve to Greater Rocs which are considered semi mythical beings. Rocs are actually quite common but greater rocs are extremely rare. They usually belong directly to a god of sorts because the prerequisite of evolving to a greater roc is to consume mana of such a high purity and density that usually can only be provided by a god.” She explained.

“WUT? Jinx is at god level?!!” Horse exclaimed, outraged.

“I would think so. But it's like a lesser god. But I think he might be stronger than Valhalla now. However, if you all are really going to go against the true gods, Jinx would get crushed easily by any one of them now. Even the non combatants.”

The truth was always harsh wasn't it.

“Alright now you all know even though my class hasn't changed, I've become quite the kickass. But then again what did you all do? How come you all get to change your classes? And what perks do you all get now?” I asked.

“Well, guys, meet one of the 10 weapons I have in his true form. All my weapons have one. I got a four earlier today so it's the exploding spear Soup is familiar with. Meet Pointy! The swordfish who has explored Soup's anal canal before.” Breadtalk said.

Suddenly, a swordfish appeared beside Breadtalk.

“Hello! I'm Pointy! Like literally. Hahahahaha =D But honestly I've always been around but just unable to materialise because Breadtalk's mastery wasn't high enough until now. I'm a fan of the whole group! Especially Soup.” Pointy introduced himself.

“Are there any categories for gay weapons?” Soup asked.

We all laughed and had a good time as Breadtalk explained what his trial was and how he managed to get all 10 weapons to materialize and accept him. However, he kept their identities all a secret because he likes to do it that way.

“I managed to learn a dozen new songs, each with a different skill set. I had to learn several melodies to unlock the class Rhapsodist which was a hidden class Hel could confer onto me. She said the rhapsodist is different from a bard but could still use bard skills. Bard is a support character that primarily buffs or debuffs but rhapsodist goes one step further than that. The songs a rhapsodist play will be able to assist his teammates and at the same time deal damage or have other effects on the enemy not in the form of buffs but from real sources of damage and support. For example, I can use necromastery to help make skeletal soldiers to serve as tanks to assist the group which you all saw last time. I learnt alot more skills to that and now my most powerful skill is a skill that is only exclusive to summoners but Hel made it possible for a rhapsodist to summon one particular god. Surtr.” Beathoven explained.

I dropped my sausage. Surtr. The god of fire.

“YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME. OP FUCK. CHAOTIC MELODY AND SURTR TOGETHER?!” I asked.

“Of course the summoning has it's limitations. You all will understand more when the situation arises. Also, there are other spells which have many uses and applications. They are all really quite interesting.” He added.

“I became a lycan.” Soup began.

No surprise there captain obvious.

“Fenrir gave me the race and I immediately accepted. My fame isn't affected but now, my relationship with other churches except for the church of Loki will go down quite drastically and my alignment is now towards the dark forces more than the light. I become stronger at night like monsters because of this race. I also gain many racial traits and skills of the wolves. I can use the powerful howl which increases not only my own attack drastically but everyone in the same party as me as well. I also have perfect vision at night. And I can't stand eating vegetables now.” He added.

His speech was shortly interrupted as everyone held him down and started stuffing greens into his mouth over and over again.

“PUI! As I was saying, I became a lycan but then Fenrir started training me in lycan form and he even gave me his personal armour when he was younger. I can freely choose to stay in human form or wolf form and this special armour molds to whatever form I choose to be in. Now I'm human but when I change...”

Soup suddenly grew larger and larger. Fur started to grow out from his skin as well and soon, he became a wolf that stood at about 2 meters tall with dark grey skin and red eyes. He also wore an armour that fitted snugly on his snout and body, with a huge greatsword hanging on his back. The armour covered about 90% of his body with the only exposed parts being the bottom of his feet, the area around his nose and eyes and his tail. If not, the armour was gleaming silver with red outlines that really made Soup look like the most badass wolf warrior you would ever see in the game.

“Yeap. This is what a lycanhero looks like. I still have my gladiator skills but mixed with my lycan traits and racials. I have higher strength and speed with lower intelligence but then again I'm a warrior come on what is intelligence.” Soup said.

“You're Soup, what is intelligence should be what you meant.” Beathoven corrected Soup.

“Shut up I know I'm dumb you closet mugger. Also, I have another buff that coincides with the gladiator's rage quite nicely. You know how the longer the fight goes and the more monsters I kill the stronger I get right? Being a lycanhero gives me another passive. Whenever I kill an enemy, I gain strength and dexterity for a short time but this can be stacked and refreshed. As long as I kill another enemy within the next thirty seconds, the buff can stack so I gain twice the strength and dex and the cooldown is reset for another thirty seconds. For now, my record is killing 40000 level 100 monsters in 1 hour.”

“No wonder you're level 210 now. No life.” Breadtalk said.

All of us have definitely reached new heights. I became so much more godly because I realised I could compress mana into my ouroboros seal which now had an even higher capacity. The bonus round also gave me higher element affinities.

Breadtalk now gained higher masteries over all his new weapons so the weapons all had added traits and stats so I wouldn't be surprised if all his weapons became even more powered up. Just what would the rocket launcher and '10' weapon be like now? His unpredictability was always the best part about him.

Beathoven now was legit at protecting himself as well as others. He could just play chaotic melody and the buff would last for at least 30 minutes. Then he could use melodies from his Rhapsodist class that would influence the battlefield greatly, both physically and magically. Imagine a Surtr rising from the ground and joining out ranks in battle. WHUT.

Soup now was also an indispensible front line monster. If he became a high enough level to be able to finish opponents we would meet in war, he could easily take on 10000 foot soldiers who were lower level than him singlehandedly and easily. Without even breaking a sweat. Even I had to use maybe about 400-500 thousand mana to cleanly wipe them all instantly but Soup did not even need to use that amount of mana. He could just exterminate them one by one and by the one thousandth soldier, I think all he needed was one swipe to finish off an opponent and he would just steamroll into this unstoppable front line tank. Remember, the gladiator is a class that boasts it's high defence. Not attack. If he really did improve from this new class, his defence now should be so much higher than I wouldn't even be able to bring him down using just swordplay even if I fought for 24 hours.

Horse also explained to us that although her class didn't change, she learnt alot about traps and tracking which were Sigyn's specialties. As expected of a woman who was able to hunt Loki down and tie him to her permanently for the rest of her life. She must've really laid out good traps. LOL. I guess it was also about time to invite Horse to this party. She deserved it for sticking through this so long. Also, I could tell that she and Breadtalk were really getting along well with each other. Breadtalk bothered me alot less now and was busy trolling Horse instead. That was always welcome even though I miss him annoying me sometimes.

We were all getting stronger, no doubt about that. However, we had to get strong enough for the main event where we would do battle with gods. Legendary gods. Thor, Freya, Odin... We were strong without a doubt. But strong enough for that? Definitely not. We would be up against millions, not thousands. Chances are we will not be of a higher level than them. But alas we took on this quest knowing how hard this was. It wasn't going to be easy but why would we want to accomplish a legacy that was easy to attain? We had about two and a half years left. And Carnival was still awaiting it's dear founders to grow at a shocking pace.

Party Name : Bunch Of Tards. Party leader : Jinx.

Jinx, Level 130 Elemental Swordsman

Beathoven, level 125 Rhapsodist

Soup, Level 210 Lycanhero

Breadtalk, level 120 Joker

Horse, level 105 Assassin

End of Chapter 29