Evil Apprentice? What's that?

I expected a generic class like swordsman or mage like the one I watched when my co-workers played an RPG game.

Or at least, I get to choose my own class. Wasn't that the case?

"Hey. What class did you choose?"

I heard someone and my ears perked and stealthily made my way closer to their conversation.

"Mage, what else?! They're OP!"

"Mines, swordsman!"

See? Generic classes.

But that was not the point. Why were they given a choice and not me?

They were teenagers, I presume. Did it have to do with age?

"I chose a healer cause I want to heal my old bones," a man in his fifties said.

". . ."

Was it just me?

I looked over at everyone. Most of the younger generations' faces were mixtures of joy and excitement, while the older ones were worried and dread. For those who were just starting out life in the outside world like me . . . well . . . we were impassive about this whole thing.

I approached a man my age and asked, "Hey, did you get a system too?"

The man raised his brow at me. "System?"

"N-never mind." I scratched my head and apologized for disturbing him.

I walked towards a spot with little people and pondered for a moment.

Something was definitely not right here.

". . ."

Whoa!

I jumped on my feet, garnering eyes towards me. I shifted my head left and right, but no one was beside me.

Then whose grating voice was that? It sounded like a gurgle from a beast.

Huh?

I was definitely hearing things, but then a screen popped in front of me.