To translate this effectively into English, it is best to use a "LitRPG" or "Fantasy Novel" style. I have polished the prose to make the flow more natural while keeping the technical RPG elements clear.
The Translation
Sven woke up in his own bed. He threw off the blanket and immediately sprang to his feet, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen to record the thoughts racing through his mind.
"Sven Laocard, Human, 16 years old, Warlock…"
Sven scribbled down everything he had learned about himself.
Name: Sven Laocard
Race: Mixed-blood Human
Class: Warlock
Traits: [Great Memory], [Novice Swordsman], [Perfect Eyesight], [Novice Mage], [Aberrant Mind]
Skills: [Awakened Mind], [Patron's Feature], [Pact]
Unknown: 2 First-level Spell Slots
Sven understood more than just these basics. He possessed knowledge that should have been inaccessible to an ordinary person.
"I know my strengths and weaknesses even in things I've never tried. I don't know how to describe it... let's use a dungeon or a video game as an example—point statistics. Let's say a 10 is the average."
Dexterity: 14
Acrobatics: 13
Sleight of Hand: 14
Stealth: 11
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 11
Analysis: 11
History: 10
Arcana: 11
Nature: 7
Religion: 8
Strength: 14
Athletics: 14
Wisdom: 11
Perception: 10
Survival: 13
Medicine: 9
Insight: 12
Animal Handling: 8
Charisma: 13
Deception: 12
Persuasion: 9
Intimidation: 8
Performance: 15
Sven was kneeling, head resting on the table as he wrote. He paused mid-sentence at the sound of a sudden voice.
"Good to see you in good health," Herman said. He gave Sven an appraising look and let out a soft grunt. "Shall I bring some tonic and a towel?"
"Yes, bring them," Sven replied, rising from his knees.
"While you were unconscious during your Class Awakening, they threw a party in your honor," Herman added.
"Fine. Tell them I'll be out in an hour," Sven said.
Sven headed to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning on the water.
"How could I forget? Arthur and the other clan heads are looking for any excuse to gather and discuss their revolution plans."
"And that Geku is so paranoid about a coup that he forbade the clan heads from meeting. He personally sends Toth servants to spy on anyone with power or influence."
After a quick shower, Sven dried off and brushed his teeth.
"Geku took the throne through revolution himself. He was a slave, in my eyes, who became a king. The books say he's a Warlock who had help from his Patron."
After finishing his morning routine, Sven stepped out and began to dress. He put on a long white doublet with decorative gold buttons, a waist belt, and slightly wide black trousers. He added a ring and two bracelets bearing the crest of a blue rose with three thorns.
As he left his room, he saw servants with empty trays disappearing into the walls while others emerged from different sections with full ones. Sven had always known his house had secret passages for the staff, but he hadn't realized just how many servants there were.
Sven headed downstairs and entered the drawing room. He immediately saw the guests: Kim Woo-lan, head of the Golden Dragons, and his children; Emma Barnum, head of Draefil-la, and her son; and Zig Munzig, Khagan of the Munzig, and his son.
"Oh, Sven, you're awake! Would you like something to eat?" Arthur asked.
"No, I'm not hungry," Sven said.
"Of course I'm hungry; I've been asleep for God knows how long."
The room was modest in size, like a small dining hall. It had beige walls, blue curtains, and white pots of flowers by the windows. On one side, the clan heads sat at a round table. On the other, near the fireplace, their children sat in blue armchairs.
Bo Woo-lan and Sang Woo-lan, the children of the Golden Dragon head, sat on a sofa. The girl had clear skin, slightly darker than Sven's, with long, straight dark hair and narrow brown eyes. She wore a men's tuxedo. Her brother, Sang Woo-lan, was a wiry boy with the same swarthy skin and short, straight dark hair, wearing a tuxedo jacket over a simple shirt.
Between them sat Rin Barnum, a pale elf with long white hair and green eyes. She wore a knee-length dark skirt, dark stockings, high heels, and a long-sleeved sweater with the word "Line" on it.
In a separate armchair sat Ailin Munzig, the Khagan's son. He was a Kalashtar, a subspecies of human. His skin was reddish, and his facial features were sharper than an Orc's joke—as if he had been chewing steel since infancy. His skin looked so dry that a Water Genasi would probably die just looking at him. His black hair was long and curly. He wore a formal suit and held a glass of grape juice.
A low table stood between the sofas, laden with griffin tartare, salads, and a cake that read "Moon-faced."
"I know the Golden Dragons—they're our partners. We supply them with fish and forest creatures, and they give us ore. Ailin's family are philanthropists who once invested everything into the Guild. Rin Barnum... I know her family started Studio Deeb. My father gathered all the regional elites; he certainly knows how to network."
Sven greeted them, shook hands with the guys, and took a seat opposite Ailin.
"So, what class did you get?" Sang Woo asked.
"He obviously knows. My father definitely told everyone. And the cake says 'Moon-faced'—everyone knows that's a legendary epic about a Warlock."
"Warlock," Sven said with a forced smile.