Global Class Change: And I’m Just a Fisherman?

[Near-invincible lead] [Slow pace] [No heroine] [Writing as ideas come] [Life-class professions] [Worldbuilding]

I've been transmigrated for eighteen years, and the System still hasn't shown up.

I've tried martial arts, medicine, singing, dancing, and rapping, but none of them worked.

I was all ready to take the college entrance exam and see if I'd get an Academic Prodigy System, and then you suddenly tell me the whole country has entered an era where everyone changes classes?

Fine, fine! I missed the first wave, but one class change can turn the tide. A new world begins, and I'll be its ruler!

But tell me this: what the heck is an angler class? My dear Mother Earth, can't you bless your child living far from home?

I've poked and prodded at the status panel for ages. No hidden talent, nothing unusual. Is an ordinary life really all I'm meant for?

No, no, no! I've transmigrated, and now I've changed classes. Changing classes makes me at least half-supernatural. Are you still going to call me ordinary? Otherwise, what was the point of transmigrating and changing classes?

So life-class professions don't count as supernatural? Then I'll just have to test the limits of this world of class-holders and see whether a life-class profession can forge its own supernatural path!

Note: The protagonist won't be cheating while spouting lines like, “There are no useless classes, only useless class-holders,” just to show off.

The occasional cheat is only a fleeting flash. The practical path, built step by step, is the one that can stand the test.

I'll do my best to build a relatively complete and believable world. I hope you'll look forward to it.