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man to consider them. He had the evolutions that were akin to a Path, but not really. They may gave him something decent and unlikely to his standards, but for now, he had the vision of Anatidae Panacea. That meant a certain and strong physicality, and magic to accompany his mind and flesh.
Could... There were variables in anything, and a potent source of power in this world can transform it all.
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THAT different from his memory, yet here he was, struggling with his mana for many days.
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that. A being he had never been before.
that unique life. But that wasn''t a beast or some demonic blood. He was a straightforward rock... A strange being that worked like a Handler, but not really. It was a different world with different stakes.
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those possibilities.
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spirit, and instincts.
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My last week was rather short in terms of progression, all things considered. I had my fair share of Will of the Battleworld''s messages, and a couple of mild Boosts. They were good and interesting, but I shouldn''t be dependent on them too much. It isn''t accommodating me in its rules right now, and who knows how long will Encounter last. In fact... what will I even gain after getting out of the Seventh Death Forest? I am already out... for fuck''s sake, but no! Rules! Reasons! He complained to himself.
I know I didn''t need some Boost or this voice in my head in many of my lives to become strong. I need to come up with something better to make up for the current shackles, but what? He asked himself in his head, wondering in many ways about his current magic.
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Caring about some measly problems isn''t my style. Mana is a part of who I am and was. Right now, I am a demonic beast of the Anatidae species, and they have abilities that others don''t have, nor have I ever seen or heard. This beak is one example, and I need to improve not only my mana but everything about my body. Handling the weight, movement, and flexibility. It was obvious that it could work from the way I fought in the Welcoming Party. That jaguar was.... tough, yet I cracked it. Will of the Battleworld can fuck off with its forgettable attributes. My mana will have to do and who knows what this temple will give me too. Rules changed because of Lisa and her plot, so let''s go deeper. Murai decided and changed his mind to be a bit tough and brutal to himself.
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die, but Murai did enough damage to the lower jaw that must''ve caused some serious damage. I was better than what he managed with the Beak''s Fury. He knew it but wasn''t upset that some ability was stronger than others. It made sense. Some things were overdue for some upgrades, and Beak''s Fury was one of them.
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Ah... Not enough strength... Well, Peak''s purpose isn''t to tear things to shreds, but it could do that. Not now. At least not something this heavy and tough, I suppose. More attributes would help. More meal? I suppose the boosts of the attributes contribute to my strength indeed. I suppose rethinking my opinion about the Will of the Battleworld isn''t out of the picture. Murai thought as he retrieved his beak from the bloodied hole on the wolf''s collapsed corpse.
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death, stumbled to the ground and its Soul Flames turned somber in their End, but they didn''t disappear. Murai ended up all bloody but felt great in such a wild kill. He also tasted the blood regardless of his unwillingness.
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A Bloodhound Bloodline, Undead High Wolf of Level 26, Class E? It is undead from some nasty origin. Tools, I suppose, or slaves of more powerful species of those above this low-grade bloodline? Hmmm... Nothing about the attributes, nor the current situation changes a thing, but knowing something is better than nothing. Maybe I should eat more, so I will get to know who am I against. What if... Nah... Not that. Murai thought and was much more comfortable with who he went against.
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dead. Murai flipped his wings, wriggling his feathers to clean his body out of the blood.
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