A Dash'in Legacy

Mooo!!! “Yeah! Yeah, I know.” Dash lazily responded to the cow’s mowing as he wiped away the dung from the floor of the cowshed. While wiping away the smelly green droppings, his lips twitched when he recalled the stories heard from the one-eyed watchman.  The brave adventurers who slay the green-colored plague goblins? In my life, the only ‘green’ I might clean would be this stinky s**t. Oh, how he dreamt of becoming an Adventurer one day and fight the so-called goblins. Rescue some girl and maybe fall in love with her? Uncle Shin, the village watchman, surely painted a nice picture to impress his young mind. The fifty years old retired soldier had seen his fair share of adventures. His single eye, the left one, would shine every time the village kids would pester him for a story about his time as a youth. Dash was also no different. He would often sit for hours, listening to the old man narrating his exaggerated autobiography. More often than not, Dash had to be dragged away by his mother while holding his ears angrily from the man’s tales. Of course, even after he would get beaten by his father the night, he would come and sit in front of the man the next day to listen to more stories. In his childhood days, Dash, like other boys from his village, also declared that he would one day become the hero who saves the beauty and slays the goblin king. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. When the kind old priest of their village church conducted the Class Awakening Ceremony on him after he came of age, he was unsurprisingly got the Villager. With all his forefathers being Farmers, Dash getting the Villager Class was already as normal as it could get. It was his fate, like every other kid in Coro village. With his dreams crushed, he felt pretty heartbroken for a while. After hearing one of his father’s motivational speeches about the importance of farmers, Dash focused on his current Class, holding the record of fastest in the Coro village to get a subclass, Farmer. It took him only a year to do so. Moo!! “What? Can’t you see I am cleaning your s**t here? Just quiet down and let me do my work.” Dash patted on the cow’s back, earning a reaction from the horned animal. Everyone in Coro owned livestock. It was their secondary income source, with the primary being the export of Parboiled rice. Surrounded by mountains from all sides, Coro village was naturally protected from all harms. Well, some low-ranked monsters would come down the mountains every once in a while, but those would be swiftly taken care of by the one-eyed uncle as the kids in the village would like to call him. Although he earned the subclass, Farmer, since his father was still strong like a bull, Dash didn’t have much to do in the fields. Besides, his dad’s less interesting stories about growing some hard-to-grow plants got boring pretty fast.  I hope I don’t get some weird subclass like Dung Cleaner. Dash remembered how they made fun of someone who got Dish Washer subclass. He didn’t want to receive the same treatment. Letting out a sigh that shouldn’t belong to a fifteen years old, Dash straightened his back before looking aimlessly towards the distant sky through the small window of the shed. The vegetation-covered mountain in the distance was like walls that blocked his dreams from ever being achieved. As a village surrounded by mountains from three sides and a river from one, it had its pros and cons. Although it provided protection against natural disasters, the deadly monsters inhabiting made it near impossible for the villagers without combat ability to even step a foot on it. The only way out of the village was the river that connected to the other side. Sigh. An adventurer who travels all over the world, huh!? “Dash, stop daydreaming. Your dad wants you to go to the fields now.” Suddenly, an authoritative but soft female voice came from the door of the shed. A middle-aged comely woman in a long gown and green blouse came in, holding a small gunny bag in her hands. “What for?” Dash looked at the bag in her hands and asked with a frown. “He forgot these seeds.” The woman said as she beckoned Dash to grab the bag. “These seeds were supposed to be planted today. That oldman forgot to bring them with him.” Her green eyes clearly displayed displeasure towards her husband's forgetfulness. “Again!?” Dash angrily threw the cleaning tools to the floor before stomping towards her. Snatching the bag from her hands, he ran towards the field. Harvest season just ended not long ago and it was time to plant the seeds again. Last week, with the help of their Scaled Bull, a type of domesticated magic beast, he plowed their field. Thanks to the effort, he gained a few levels in Plow. As a lifestyle subclass, Farming focussed heavily on probabilities. Every skill associated with the subclass increases the chance of the completed product’s rank. For example, a Villager with Fisher subclass had a skill named Angling. If the skill had a high enough level, his chance of scoring an expensive fish would higher than others. Dash had a Farming subclass and had a few skills related to it. Among them, Plow had reached a level that surpassed even his father. He even had an active skill called Hoeing. Due to this skill, Dash was very popular in his village. After all, permanently increasing a land’s productivity by 5% per season, who wouldn’t want that? Needless to say, Dash enjoyed some rich treatment by the villagers during the plowing season. “Hey! Dash! What are you running for?” A bald villager working on his field shouted at Dash, who was running at full speeds through his land. “Dad forgot the seeds he should be planting today.” It was a curt reply but was enough to answer the villager. “Haha! Wil has grown old. Why don’t you marry and bring a wife home to take care of him?”  To the villager’s joke, Dash chose to stay silent. He knew the villager was trying to tease him. Everyone knows the legal age to marry in their village was seventeen. He was only fifteen years old this year. … “Dad, here!” Dash handed his father, a stockily built man in his forties, the bag filled with seeds. Wil, short for Wilfred, rubbed his dirty hands on the shirt he was wearing before taking the bag from Dash’s hands. In response, he only grunted in acknowledgment. Putting the bag on the ground, next to the water bottle and a tiffin box, he carefully cleaned the tool in his hands. “What level have you reached in Sinching?” His voice was deep with a hint of baritone mixed in. As far as Dash could remember, only when Wil was thinking of something important would he then appear this serious.  Judging from his tone and mannerism, he appeared to have a lot in his head. “I had reached three last season,” Dash answered while rubbing his chin with his left hand. “Three!? Only a 1.5% increase in productivity scale! Have you been slacking!?” Wil, Dash’s dad, inquired. “Nah, I was busy plowing.” Dash sat down next to his dad, overlooking the medium-sized land under their name. The hundred something hectares of land helped them earn at least three gold coins a year in pure profit. That made them one of the well off families in Coro. “Plowing?” Wil looked at his son with indescribable pride in them. “How did I forget your achievement with that? You have already earned an active skill related to it.” A rare smile blossomed on his dry lips. His chest puffed as he patted his son’s shoulders. “Thank you, dad. I earned a few extra silvers this season for our family.” Dash felt proud of the fact. Compared to others of his age, he was already a few steps ahead. Seeing his father this happy, Dash also felt happiness in his heath. Should I ask it now? His smile reseeded as a look of seriousness appeared when he contemplated it. After a brief hesitation, in a careful tone Dash voiced his thoughts. “Dad, can I ask something to you?” … “That damned old man! What does he think of himself?” Half an hour later, Dash left the fields in a feat of anger. He walked in long strides in an act to show his immense displeasure at his father. “You will thank me for this later,” Wil shouted behind his back, but Dash didn’t even seem to acknowledge him. In your dreams, shitty old man! Dash angrily rebutted in his heart. Though he tried to hide it with a mask of anger, thin line of tear already dripped from his eyes. He was hurt. Crunch! At that time, Dash felt crushing something brittle under his foot. It was a golden cicada with an unusual marking on its wings. Just a cicada! Golden cicadas weren’t rare in their village. Initially, Dash didn’t feel much about crushing one to death. He had done so many times before. However, this cicada was a little different. The realization came a few seconds after its death under his foot. You have killed Lv ??? ????  All conditions have been met. Your Class upgraded from Villager to Adventurer. Class Perks: 1.    30% bonus experience after killing a monster. 2.    +5 random attribute growth every level up. 3.    +2 attribute points(AP) every level up. 4.    12.0% chance of obtaining a skill through repeated actions. 5.    Generated MP attribute. You have obtained a title after killing ??? Title: Fated One Title Perk: Freedom -        Your soul has been unshackled from all restrictions. Eh! What?