Synopsis

Given the hereditary nature of classes, everyone expects Damien—the child of two high-tiered adventurers—tobe granteda high-tier combat class of his own.Expectations are betrayed, however,whenDamienfinds himself insteadsaddled with a crafting class of the lowestpossibletier:[NeophyteTailor].
Left practically crippled compared to those with better classes, Damien wants to avoid becoming a pawn in the machinations of the nobility,desiring only togrind his level in peace while wondering why the usual rules of inheritance were broken. Was it his desire to excel by his own effort, rather than an unearned blessing from a god? Did the Five take offence at his opinions on the unfairness of hereditary classes? Or maybe it was something to do with thealienvoice that intruded on his ceremony?
A voice that offers great power,and freedom from the tyranny of the Five,but that never namesitsprice.
This story is litRPG-lite.While the class someone possesses controls most of their lives, peopledon't get dinged at for every level they gain,nor can they see their status without undergoing a special ritual. The MC has no romantic interest. Crafting is merely a way to game the system, and doesn't feature heavily in the story, aside from a few descriptions on how they're carrying out the system abuse. There is, on one unfortunate occasion, maths. The pace is quick.
Published here, Scribble Hub and patreon. This was a participant in the Spring 2022 writathon. (i.e. it was posted as-written at high speed, with no pre-planning.)