God of Cloning: My Clones Awakened Job Class!?-Chapter 45 Training Mages 2
Ren woke up slowly, a dull throbbing pain pounding at the base of his skull. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his temples. He sat on his bed and removed his blanket. He squinted his eyes and then thought. "Damn... felt like my head was about to crack," he muttered under his breath.
His vision slowly cleared as he blinked a few times. Shapes formed around him...faces. Dozens of them. Warriors and Mages alike, all of his underlings gathered around, their expressions filled with concern. They were all worried at his condition.
"Master! We are glad that you’re awake!" Kuro said, stepping forward.
"Master, you collapsed so suddenly," Ren added, worry thick in his voice. Anna’s father bowed slightly, his hands clenched in worry.
"Anna was worried too," said Mary, her voice soft.
"Big brother... are you okay now?" Anna asked timidly, her large eyes shimmering with tears.
Ren forced a small smile and gently patted her head. "Yeah, I’m fine now. Thanks for worrying."
As he looked around, he noticed something different. Everyone especially the mages looked rejuvenated. Their features had become sharper, their posture stronger, and they even seemed younger.
A notification blinked in his vision after Klein used his skill.
[Mages’ Lifespan Extended by 100 Years]
[Training them with Athletic and Martial Arts Techniques]
"Cool, thanks Klien!" Ren muttered, scratching the back of his head.
Reynald approached, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Master, we’re all relieved. Klien suggested we prepare a feast to celebrate your recovery and to thank you again."
"A feast, huh?" Ren grinned. "Sounds great. Let’s go!"
Outside, Klien was already waiting, arms crossed and a wide smile on his face. "Yo! Rolan, you alive or what?"
Ren chuckled and bumped fists with him. "Yeah, still in one piece."
"Let’s eat and talk," Klien said, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
The villagers had prepared an impressive banquet. They served roasted meats from freshly hunted animals, rich soups, and wild vegetables. Despite the grim state of the world outside, the Realm felt like a sanctuary. Warm laughter and joyful voices filled the air.
As they ate, several of the newly evolved Mages approached Ren. "Master, with your permission... we’d like to begin training the tribes in basic magic. If they can learn, they might become Tribal Mages too."
Ren raised a brow. "You’re serious?"
They nodded in unison. And they were serious about it. And so, he gave his approval.
"Then go for it," Ren said, giving them a thumbs-up and a smile.
The feast continued and then they rested late at that night. The next morning, training began. The villagers practiced casting basic magic...magic missiles were the first technique taught, the most fundamental offensive spell. Though awkward at first, their determination pushed them through. After rigorous testing, the results arrived:
[100 Tribal Villagers have Trained into Tribal Mages]
[Mana Expended]
Ren then was taught by the Mages and they became his instructors. He learned from them and they were impressed with his progress.
As a Healer, his restoration magic was on par with his instructors. As a Conjurer, he summoned intricate weapons, and illusions effortlessly. His telekinetic might crushed stone dummies into powder. Spatial control allowed him to blink across the battlefield and open stable portals. His elemental spells rivaled natural disasters. And his enchanter skills began boosting allies beyond their limits.
The Mages were stunned. Their jaws dropped as Rolan not only kept up but surpassed them.
Soon, many of the Tribal Mages were ready for Class Training.
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Elementalists]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Healers]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Conjurers]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Telekinetics]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Teleporters]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Support]
[20 Tribal Mages Trained to Enchanters]
[Mana Expended]
Ren woke up once again, fully recovered, but something was wrong.
The Realm’s perimeter buzzed with unease. Undead were appearing again....emerging near the entrance to the realm. The guards had dispatched the scouts easily, but Ren knew this was more than a coincidence.
"They shouldn’t be able to enter here," he muttered. "Unless..."
His eyes narrowed. He soared into the sky using his Dragonoid form, scanning the edge of the realm. And then.....he saw it. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
A black crow with glowing red eyes perched on a tree, watching. The moment it realized Ren had spotted it, it took flight.
Too late.
Rein snatched it from the air and crushed it in his hand.
[Spy Crow Analyzed]
[Scry Magic Detected]
A magical echo of fury reverberated through his senses. The Lich Overlord had been watching.
And now, the entire undead horde was on the move toward his realm
He gritted his teeth. "So they’ve found us."
There was no time to waste.
Rein summoned his army: 100 Tribal Warriors, 100 Tribal Mages, and all the newly evolved class masters. Every hand would be needed.
"Prepare yourselves. We face an army far greater than any before."
As the army readied, Ren used the same spell the Lich used on him. A scrying orb soared skyward and projected its vision into his mind.
The clearing darkened and a wave of undead stretched endlessly across the landscape. Three thousand strong.
They marched without rest, their twisted bodies propelled by dark sorcery. There was no fear. No exhaustion. No soul.
Ren’s heart pounded. They had fought three hundred before and barely scraped by.
This... this was something else entirely.
"They feel no pain... no fear. And they don’t stop," he murmured. "This isn’t a battle we can win with force alone."
He turned to his commanders. "We need to think. Strategize. If we attack head-on, we’ll be wiped out. We have the Realm. We have knowledge. We have magic."
The Tribal Masters and Mages bowed. "We await your command, Lord Ren," Kuro said solemnly.
Ren looked toward their direction. The enemy was coming....and fast.
He had to outsmart them. Or everything he had built, everything he had saved... might fall in a single night.
