It had a set of strong and dangerous abilities, but when confronted with Alistair''s superior maneuverability and the golem''s limited intelligence, it ultimately met its demise. Unable to adapt to Alistair''s relentless onslaught or make full use of its own abilities, it died, leaving behind only a pile of blackened bones and a large black core, accompanied by the sound of multiple chimes ringing out to mark Alistair''s victory.
Riseth flew over to him, stopping her harvest of the Nyuvwira''s skin and hugging him excitedly.
"We did it!" She cheered before she kissed him.
Alistair smiled ear to ear, eager to check his notifications, but held off as they had to collect the materials and get out of there ASAP as they were bound to have attracted a lot of attention. After finishing their quick celebration, they both hurried to complete their tasks as Alistair stored King, then the Core, before selecting the more intact bones, claws, and skull. At the same time, Riseth was busy salvaging what she could from the camouflage skin of the Nyuvwira. The skin was cut and damaged all over, but due to the creature''s sheer size, she could still salvage a good chunk of it.
They could hear roars from the distance and decided that was the signal to bail as they hurried back into the forest, heading back for the fort.
Chapter 73: Hiding In The Aftermath
Alistair and Riseth hid in a tree hollow near the canopy as screams and roars shook the forest. Multiple higher-grade monsters had been drawn in by their fighting against the snake and golem, and some started to fight amongst each other. Alistair and Riseth used cleansing water to get the blood off Riseth before rubbing themselves in dirt and leaves and trying to mask their body odors. They had planned to run and fly up the mountainside, but a small group of Grade 9 Wyverns flew above them, observing the fights below like vultures. Alistair had only gotten the occasional glance at the monsters prowling the forest. One was a panther-like wyvern with fur instead of scales and a feline disposition as it gracefully jumped from tree to tree. Another had been a very classical wyvern with a green scaly body, rows of short but sharp teeth, bent horns, and a wicked-looking curved stinger on its tail.
The vulture wyverns had a red feathery mane, but their wings were leathery, and they had long curved beaks and freaky-looking red eyes visible even from a distance. Their legs were equipped with particularly long, curved, and sharp-looking claws.
Alistair frowned; he presumed they were pretty safe in their hiding location, though it would take time for the monsters to move on, and there might be other monsters who were yet to arrive. The tree hollow was small, and they were squished in tightly, though neither seemed to mind as they took in calm breaths, looking out into the forest. Alistair decided to finally check his notifications.
| Notifications: |
| [Combat Log] Black Bone Golem level 53 has been slain.
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| Title: Junior Big Game Hunter [Unique] has been obtained. |
| [Level 39 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available.] |
| [Level 40 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available. Skill selection available.] |
| Skill [Kinetic Skinguard] can be upgraded. |
| Skill Choices: |
| Tier: |
Skill Name: |
Description: |
| [Rare] |
Manipulation Control |
Improves [Control] when using concepts involving manipulation by a small margin.
Moderate increase in efficiency when manipulating local space.
Large increase in efficiency when manipulating kinetic energies and related concepts.
Improves the overall precision of ranged offensive abilities by a moderate amount.
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| [Rare] |
Spheres Of Force
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This skill is used to capture and store [Kinetic] and related concepts and trap and maintain them in a sphere of force orbiting the user at a moderate cost of [MP] in relation to the captured energies. The spheres themself cost a slight amount of [MP] and focus to maintain. The user''s [Mental] stat determines the spheres'' capacity. Once captured, the trapped energies can be reused by the user.
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| [Common] |
Light Manipulation
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This skill can be used to make the user partially invisible by manipulating light waves by causing light to pass through a designated area/space/object without reflecting off the surface.
Other uses include a flash of light to blind opponents and gathering ambient light to create a light source.
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| [Common] |
Akashic Sound Board
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The user taps into their [Akashic Link], harnessing known melodies and songs to empower themselves and allies through uplifting music or utilizing sound clips to assault opponents'' minds. The effectiveness of both buffs and attacks is directly influenced by the user''s [Mind] stat. However, while playing music to provide buffs, there is a slight reduction in hearing-related [Senses]. |
Alistair cheered and celebrated internally as a wide smile was painted across his face, seeing the possible [Kinetic Skinguard] upgrade he had been aiming for. He and Riseth were aiming to maximize their gains and foundation in the first grade, and one of the most difficult and crucial steps besides the race upgrade was obtaining as high a skill tier as possible. Alistair had chosen his most crucial defensive skill to be upgraded. Alistair had considered his [Blast Master] skill, though compound skills were often much harder and more time-intensive to get to a high tier once their initial tier had been determined. Especially compared to a specialized skill. Inspired by the [Force Trap] skill, he had reconsidered why he was so insistent on just storing the energies within his body; if he could also just store them outside within force spheres.
Alistair looked over the new skill selection but decided not to select any of the skills offered for now.
Riseth and Alistair felt it was necessary to get as much as possible out of their foundation if they wanted to be part of the elite and not encounter roadblocks in their growth too soon; they had tried to convince others in their clan, but most thought the two of them were overdoing it. Alistair would hold off on the skill upgrade for now. He had been working on his ribs by using [Kinetic] [Storage] and [Void] essence; he planned to have them store kinetic energy and further enhance the storage with [Void] essence.
The essence holding him back the most was the [Storage] one, as while he successfully collected them from the pile of storage devices, it was far from enough, and obtaining storage devices was still not easy despite almost three months having passed since the trial started. The influx of people reaching other instances like the Market and Arena had noticeably spiked. Many individuals seemed to have headed for their hub without traveling skills, slowing down their progress significantly.
Riseth looked at him curiously before contacting him over the link. "Why so excited?" She asked while looking into his eyes.
"I got an upgrade option for my [Kinetic Skinguard], so I am one step closer to the legendary skill expertise title. I might even get it if I confirm it.
"Good job. I guess my Mr. Legendary lives up to his name again," she said over the link as she turned around and gave him a quick kiss before requesting him to hold on to her while she was checking something within her soulscape. Alistair smiled and gave her the go-ahead as her body went limp and slumped against his own. Their situation was a bit awkward as they were still stuck in the tree hollow, but the sounds of combat had subsided, and the vulture wyverns were not circling above them anymore. Alistair presumed they were gorging themselves on whatever remains were left behind. He took the chance to check his new title.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
| Titles: |
| Tier: |
Name |
Effect: |
Origin: |
| [Unique] |
Junior Big Game Hunter |
Slight increase in stats obtained per level |
A growing title given to everyone for slaying a higher-grade beast by themselves. The system guards the title, preventing divulging the path to its acquisition or existence.
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Another title that would increase his stats obtained per level; however, this one was upgradeable, and the earlier one killed a higher grade beast, the more one could benefit, a high risk, high reward that got more difficult the higher their grades got, Alistair suspected, his stat gain had increased by 1 putting him at 10 per level, he put most of his points into [Mental] as he would require a lot of [MP] for his skill set to work. He was slightly surprised this title was guarded while the [Man Of Change] was not, though he suspected it was because the [Man Of Change] was limited to individuals within the trial and usually required a serious investment of effort and time to pull off.
| Stats: |
| Power [117] |
Increases Physical and Magical Damage as well as general speed and the ability to lift heavy things.
Provides a small bonus to self-healing and stamina recovery. |
| Mental [129] |
Increases magical capacity and determines the quality and quantity of mana [MP], increases memorization and comprehension capacity, and increases spell power by a large degree. |
| Control [135] |
Increases motor skills and magic/energy control by a large degree and increases the ability to concentrate by a moderate amount, with a large impact on the efficiency of [Qi] and [MP] usage. |
| Body [196] |
Increases robustness and vitality of the body large impact on [HP] and [Qi] capacity,
moderate impact on damage reduction and environmental & magical resistance, and large impact on self-healing. |
| Mind [119] |
Increases the defense of mind and soul, as well as mana regeneration by a large degree, and also increases the number of tasks possible at a time. It also significantly heightens the efficiency of attacks targeting the minds and souls of others. |
| Senses [118] |
Increases reaction speed and fine control of senses like visual smell, etc., by a large degree. It also increases instincts to a large degree, with a small bonus to [MP] and [Qi] expenditure reduction. |
A quick glance over his stats told him he was doing very well. According to his research, the average stat total for a human reaching grade 9 in the multiverse was slightly above 100 points in each stat. He could not find records of how good elites or above-average individuals were, and he presumed there was another system-guarded title in play where you would require a high enough stat total to obtain it. Surprisingly, humans were among the races with the lowest stat total. Humans obtained more skill points than most, and their skill selection was slightly bigger as they gained up to 4 instead of the usual three skills. Human children, in particular, benefited from the most frequent skill selection among all the races as apparently no other race had a skill selection every time they obtained a skill point from level-ups. Humans were genuinely spoiled for choice. However, this would fall off at grade 9 and beyond, and Alistair wished he had learned this sooner to optimize his skill selection a little better.
Eventually, Riseth stirred in his arms, finished with whatever she was doing in her [Soulscape]
"What were you doing there?" Alistair asked curiously over the link.
"I just checked some of the documents about the beasts we have seen and their behavior to see if some of them are likely to wait us out; luckily, unless one decides to just hang around the area, we should be good to leave," Riseth told him as she reactivated invisibility and leaned out of the tree, checking for monsters. She gave him a quick nod, and he picked her up as they flew up the cliff face toward the keep. Luckily, they eventually reached the gate without being harassed and reactivated the self-cleaning from their armor to remove all the dirt they had rubbed over their armor. They returned to their room and showered to get the rest of the dirt and grime off.
After their shower, they relaxed a little in their bed. Alistair picked up his copy of [Cultivation For Dummies] and handed it to her. She looked at him, confused as she started reading through it.
"Why did you give me this?" She asked as she started to skip across the many chapters incompatible for their rank and race.
"There is a technique on page 69 that is very beneficial for both Qi and body cultivators; it would increase our cultivation speed and efficiency by leaps and bounds," Alistair said, suppressing a smirk.
Riseth read the page and paused, tilting her head, her expression changing as she got into the more advanced chapters before she put down the book.
"Wow," she said with a snicker before looking at him. Here, I thought excess was bad for cultivators. Are you trying to tell me something?" she asked teasingly, stroking her finger across his chest with a flirtatious look.
"Well, I thought now was as good a time as any to bring it up. Jessica is close to finishing your cultivation pill, and it''s important to me that you know what you are in for," Alistair said honestly, kissing her on the forehead.
She sighed before quipping, "In for a penny, in for a..."
"Don''t," Alistair chuckled. Interrupting her with a laugh.
They continued exchanging jokes, with Riseth playfully teasing him, her excitement tempered by a hint of reluctance. After their initial reunion in the study dungeon, they had taken it slowly, taking their time to get to know each other better. As they grew closer over time, she became more comfortable showing her assertive side, especially in matters of intimacy. Alistair sensed this change and attributed it partially to hesitancy due to cultural differences and her desire to distance herself from her succubus nature. This was likely shaped by her upbringing and her aspiration to break free from her mother''s legacy. Unlike her mother, who embraced promiscuity, Riseth strongly favored intimacy with one person¡ªa choice mirrored by Alistair, who sought to distance himself from a similar legacy.
"But on a more serious note, I think some of these more advanced techniques are a trap to corrupt individuals willing to go this far," Alistair warned her.
"Shame, here I was getting my hopes up. Even as a lust demon, I have not seen some of these moves," Riseth quipped back with a wide, toothy smirk as she looked up at him.
"I know; I''m actually glad you did not see me when I first read it," Alistair said, and Riseth clicked her tongue and snapped her finger as she lamented having missed out on it.
They continued like this for a while before going for dinner at Glenhare Roadhouse as they planned for the next day.
Chapter 74: New Teacher
Alistair stepped through the portal to the [Nurturing Ward]. He had arranged a meeting with his Sister and planned to make an unannounced visit to the Earth section, which Sol''s followers occupied. Riseth would be busy with cultivation. Jessica had been successful in creating the pills needed. She even succeeded in creating multiple, which were stored in the treasury for now. The clan had bought a key for Riseth so she could learn body cultivation skills. Based on Mitania''s recommendation, they bought a cheaper version of body cultivation that did not come with any legacy items or titles and only limited manuals focused on refining essences into weapons. This significantly reduced the cost of the key, which had still cost over a million [USC], a sizable sum in the current economy. Alistair knew she would be busy for most of the day because she would spend a good chunk of it out of commission from eating the pill. She had prepared a comfy environment where she planned to endure. Alistair promised he would make sure to check in on her despite her protests.
The air was clean and fresh, filled with the sounds of children''s laughter and more alien noises. Parents and guardians walked with their children along the streets, adding to the lively atmosphere. The architecture displayed a diverse mix, much like what Alistair had seen in the Trader''s Market.
Following his sister''s guidance, Alistair proceeded until he reached the first set of stairs. From there, he could observe the magic school of this ring; it was a large medieval castle nestled within the concave space of the ward. Surrounding it were rings of higher elevation, forming concentric circles that gradually descended towards the center. The castle itself radiated magic, visible even from a distance, with spacious yards and walled-off sections for students to practice more advanced spells. Alistair knew there were many such rings, some designed to separate more incompatible species from each other, whether culturally or biologically. In some cases, this meant segregating beings that had incompatible dietary requirements or possessed other physiological differences that would make living together difficult.
"I know; Sis said to just keep heading towards the center until I find the budget Hogwarts, but damn." Alistair mused as he inspected the castle.
The castle sprawled grandly, boasting numerous sections and walls adorned with towers of varying heights. Each tower sported a roof of distinct materials and colors, giving them a bit of a garish look. Its expansive yard, carpeted in lush green grass, harmonized beautifully with the rustic red brick of the keep and surrounding walls. Alistair could see kids using magic against dummies in the yard. He was aware that the training fields, with proper consent, could be exempt from many of the nurturing ward''s rules and were [Life Guarded]. As he surveyed the scene, he couldn''t help but wonder how many children had already endured the harrowing experience.
Alistair headed down the stairs toward the castle. He garnered many curious glances and suspected the inhabitants would not see many armored figures outside of faction meetings. Alistair switched his armor for more casual clothes to blend in better. The air was incredibly fresh and clear, and besides the regular hustle and bustle of people and the occasional screaming kid, it was quiet.
During his walks, he got a feeling for his surroundings. Most of the structures were meant for teaching or living quarters; he also saw the occasional nursery. However, he also came across places of worship. Natural gods weren''t the only ones able to reach the trial subspaces, as they offered guidance and powers in exchange for worship. Alistair avoided these structures as he had no desire to deal with any additional gods and their followers for now.
Alistair noticed how every species within this ring was moderate-sized and bipedal. He had seen Lamia, Centaurs, and more odd races in the [Arena Dungeon] and the [Trader''s Market]. He had almost gotten used to their sight, so seeing the segregation felt weird, though he knew at least most of the centaur variants would struggle with the stairs, and so would smaller individuals.
Alistair eventually arrived at one of the many open entrance gates, the scent of grass wafting in as he stepped through. Inside, he observed a group of children playing in the yard while others were engrossed in reading spell books. As he made his way towards the entrance, he was struck by the modernity of the interior. The tiled floors, potted plants, and sleek reception area with magical stone elevators hovering in various directions seemed far more contemporary than he had anticipated. From a balcony above, several green-skinned children with tusks, presumably orcs, waved down at him, and he returned the gesture before approaching the reception desk. There, a crimson red-skinned elf with white hair and a robe was engrossed in a large leather-bound book, seemingly unaware of his presence. Using [Identify], Alistair learned her name: [Xizruprotyka Mezru - lvl 21].
"Hello, I''m here to see Melissa," Alistair greeted with a friendly tone, mindful of potentially mispronouncing her name.
The elf looked up and placed the book on the desk, identifying him as she picked up a small pile of documents before answering.
"Mr. Ryser? Ah, here we have it. Yes, please step on the platform. The class is expecting your arrival. Just follow the golden line on the floor," the elf said, directing him to a platform. On the floor, he could see a thin golden thread leading to the platform. He could tell this was one of her skills.
"Wait, the class? I am here to see my sister." Alistair corrected.
"And she is currently holding the class and has registered you as a guest teacher; please mind your manners around the children," Xizruprotyka said as she leaned back in her chair and resumed reading.
Alistair shook his head incredulously as the platform carried him upward, traversing through several levels. He couldn''t help but chuckle at his sister''s predictable yet endearing habit of enlisting him for tasks without so much as a word. Most of the family struggled to refuse her requests, which formed a bad habit where she occasionally expected them to go along with her whims. Yet, he knew this trait was reserved for those closest to her, and she knew she could get away with it. With strangers, she was more cautious and reserved.
Alistair followed the golden thread until he reached a solid wooden door. He knocked and stepped through, but what he found was unexpected. He was in a wide, flat, open field; the same smell of grass and clean air as in the yard struck him. Kids of various races were sitting on bean bags reading books, and his sister was sitting behind a lone desk and chair in the middle of the field, roughly 100 meters from the lonely wooden door. None of the roughly 50 students seemed to have noticed his entry except for one human kid who was already looking toward the door instead of reading. The kid looked roughly 14 years old, his body visibly covered in tattoos, and his hair was in a green mohawk haircut. Despite the colorful assortment of alien children, he stood out like a sore thumb. Inspecting the other children, Alistair recognized most of their species as those found in the [Arena Dungeon].A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
Alistair used [Blink] to close the distance and appeared behind his sister unnoticed. He used [Identify], which he had neglected to do until now [Melissa Ryser - lvl 26]. The younger kids in the class began to snicker and whisper amongst themselves. She looked towards the door, and Alistair deftly sidestepped and bent down to whisper into her ear.
"Next time, please give me a heads up before you sign me up as a teacher," He requested with a smirk.
His sister startled, flinching slightly as she looked at him, surprise written all over her face. A smattering of laughs erupted from the kids, prompting her to quickly regain her composure before speaking up.
"I signed you up to expedite things. You wanted to delve into the inner workings of the [Nurturing Ward], didn''t you? By giving a lecture, you can earn contribution points for library access and other rewards," Melissa explained nonchalantly, waving towards the children. "All these kids here signed up for your lecture, too."
"And what did you tell them I would teach them?" He inquired through the [Akashic Link], a skill he knew his sister had recently acquired.
"Self-defense courses and possibly some combat magic; you were advertised as a former human soldier and peacekeeper." She replied over the link.
Alistair let out a sigh. The advertisement explained the racial spread he had noticed. Many of the kids looked at him expectantly, but many others were visibly disappointed, and the kid with the green mohawk was the first to stand up and speak up.
"Is this the human soldier that was promised? He does not even carry scars or tattoos; he looks soft, what a fucking waste of time." The rough-looking kid said as he stomped towards the door, followed by some Insectoids, trolls, ogres, other humans, and lizard-like kids.
Alistair made no move to detain the departing child, nor did he deter the others who shot him hostile glances. It would have been both futile and contrary to his intentions; he had no desire to instruct them in combat skills that they might misuse against others instead of monsters.
"Very well, you''re free to leave. Those who wish to remain and learn self-defense are welcome to stay," Alistair declared, watching as approximately three-quarters of the class opted to stay while the rest made their way toward the distant wooden door.
Alistair then proceeded to gauge the students'' expectations and current abilities by having them introduce themselves. After all of the kids had introduced themselves to him, he sent those with the intention of harming or killing others packing. A common insult thrown at him as they left was "Paladin," a term he would adopt for future advertisements if he returned to teach again. In the end, he was left with 26 students, which was roughly half the number that signed up for the class.
He then separated the students based on stated interests and talents, setting up sparring groups for those more physically inclined while shepherding a small group of more magically gifted individuals, teaching them his understanding of magical theory.
"I didn''t realize you had such an in-depth understanding of arcane theory," Melissa remarked, impressed by Alistair''s teachings to the smaller group.
"Arcane theory?" Alistair inquired, intrigued by the term.
"Yes, what you''re explaining to them is arcane theory. Although it''s evident you''re self-taught, your grasp of it is quite remarkable," Melissa observed, acknowledging his expertise.
It became evident that Alistair possessed a much deeper understanding of arcane principles than Melissa, who had learned from a book with limited information. Arcane, as an affinity, encapsulates the process of harnessing and manipulating energies for various purposes, including the development of abilities, spells, skills, and the crafting of magic items. Alistair had developed his own methods and techniques to direct his energies with his intent through experimentation and experience in various skills. Knowledge like this was restricted and viewed as incredibly valuable.
He proceeded with the lesson, instructing the students to form a barrier before shifting his focus to the sparring students. Whenever he noticed problematic stances or approaches, he intervened to correct them. This dynamic continued for a few hours, with Alistair and his sister collaborating to teach the students effectively.
"I was a little worried when you dismissed half the class, but everything turned out quite nicely," Melissa remarked once the class had ended.
"Next time, I''ll know to advertise myself as a paladin. That way, I won''t have to exclude the kids eager to learn how to devour their peers," Alistair remarked dryly.
Alistair had earned 1255 contribution points; however, he had no idea how much or what it was worth, so he asked.
"Here''s the deal," Melissa began, her tone casual yet captivating. "You can spend 100 points for an hour in the library. Keep at it, and you can obtain a free skill point for 5000 points. You can buy up to five of them, and they will grant you a free skill point each."
Intrigued, Alistair questioned, "Teaching kids can earn me skill points? Why didn''t you mention that before?"
"Both of us had other things to worry about. Also, besides the quality of the teaching, the level of the individual matters as they get more contribution points for their time. Unfortunately, the System can''t rely on the charity of the stronger individuals to teach in the [Nurturing Ward] for free," Melissa said with a hint of resignation.
Alistair stroked his chin in consideration; he would have to tell Riseth about this, as she struggled even more than him with skill points. She had been scouring her first Trial world for dungeons with little success. And she had a lot of things she could teach the kids. As they made their way to the library, he casually brought up the topic of scheduling and how classes were advertised with his sister. They arrived at a thick, lacquered wooden door, where Alistair paid 100 of his contribution points to enter the library after his sister.
The Library, though modest compared to the [Study Dungeon], exuded a comforting ambiance with its scent of paper and inviting furnishings with plush chairs, tea sets, and carpets. Alistair, eager to find literature that would help him identify various concepts, began his search. His sister, one step ahead, handed him a book, which he inspected with disbelief. It resembled an interactive children''s picture book, akin to "The Cow Says Moo," but delved into concepts and their behaviors. "Really?" he remarked incredulously.
"Individuals in the multiverse are exposed to concepts the moment they are born; most are taught about them like we would teach them about animals. There is some more dry literature listing them like a dictionary. I can fetch it for you, but I thought this one at least showed you what the concepts can do," Melissa said seriously before she left to fetch the dictionary version.
"Oh, God damned fine," Alistair murmured, unsure if his sister was messing with him or not. He flipped through the thin children''s book while waiting for her to find the dictionary. Surprisingly, no matter how often he flipped, he never ran out of pages; there was always another page showing another concept, its name and rough description in golden lettering in the top left corner accompanied by a drawn animation of a child-like figure using the concept filling both of the open pages. He could even sense the concept depicted radiating from the tiny book. When Alistair wished to see a concept he had seen already again, it appeared after he flipped the page. Alistair was impressed with the magic used in the book, though it was far above what he could analyze. To his shock, some of the pages were rather gruesome and scary for a child, and seeing a cutesy animation of the small child-like figure being impaled by sharp bone spikes as the blood flowed out of it was a little off-putting.
Chapter 75: Unannounced Visit
Alistair spent about an hour copying books from the library to add to his knowledge, including the children''s book his sister had handed him. The children''s book drained more mana than anticipated, consuming most of his time in the library. He entered his soulscape to cope, leveraging its time-dilating effect to enhance efficiency and speed up energy pool recovery. Ultimately, Alistair could only display the book on a screen or within his soulscape due to its incredibly advanced magic.
Once they finished their business in the library, they made their way to Earth''s section, which was in a different ward. They would need to use one of the internal sub-gates strewn about the ring city. To Alistair''s delight, his sister was warmly received by both the staff and children they encountered, with nearly everyone they passed offering greetings and smiles.
"Popular as usual, I see," Alistair said cheerfully, waving to another passing pair of students.
"Yeah, the people here are great. I am glad I landed here when all of this started," Melissa said with a weak smile.
Alistair tried to hide his worry; his mother had told him how badly Melissa had taken the changes. He was thankful to the people in the ward for accepting her and treating her as well as they did, as they took her mind off things and kept her occupied. He had initially considered teaching his sister body cultivation as she could progress her strength without constant fighting, but after learning of the troubles cultivation brought with it, he reconsidered. Emotional stability and resilience were almost required when dealing with any cultivation or body modification, and he did not even fully trust himself. His sister had grown up too sheltered, and her current state only reinforced Alistair''s belief that it was a poor idea. To be able to teach properly, one would need to have something they excelled at, and his sister had not found her path yet, which worried him.
"Have you found any field you wished to specialize in? You have never told me your affinity?" Alistair inquired over the link as they walked the streets towards the closest internal gate.
"It''s preservation," she began, her tone carrying a hint of tension. " I''m Currently researching racial evolutions and associated ritual magic. It appears our family possesses a strong magic affinity, and this should allow us to advance into more powerful subraces like the witch subraces, which are exclusive to human women with high magic affinity. I''ve gathered much information on the ritual magic involved, but I''m lacking many essential magical components," she replied over the link, her fingers fidgeting nervously.
Alistair recognized the telltale sign of her nervous fidgeting. It was a rare occurrence, indicating that she sought help but was hesitant to ask directly. Usually, she wouldn''t hesitate to take or ask for what she needed. The fact that she was this hesitant hinted at the significance of her request. Alistair felt relieved she had reached out and offered her a reassuring smile.
"Sis. You are part of the clan; If you need help, you just have to ask! Your plan sounds great, though I don''t know how I feel about you turning your skin green and growing your nose out," Alistair said teasingly.
"That would be a bog witch, a lower-tier evolution; with my affinity, I thought perhaps aim for a storm or ice witch. The latter one could have some synergy with my affinity. Also, other than my hair turning white, nothing would really change, so I would at least not look like a goblin," Melissa explained over the link with a smirk on her face.
"In that case, is there a male version of the witch subrace, like a wizard?" Alistair asked curiously.
He had learned from Desily and Zathron that reaching the next grade would offer racial evolutions. They were presented with multiple choices based on their affinity and linear evolution paths, such as transitioning from fairy to arch fairy or, in her case, a Void Pixie.
"Yes, they''re called Magus. I''m quite sure you''ll be offered the chance to evolve into one once you reach the next grade," she responded over the link.
"Are you sure about that? I''m already a [Body Cultivating Human],"
"Yes, I researched this quite thoroughly. Based on your affinity, you would most likely be a [Body Cultivating Kinetic Magus]. Being a magus does not stop you from being a body cultivator. Body cultivators, cybernetic users, and similar changes to your physiology don''t prevent you from changing and upgrading your race. They are also not mutually exclusive, but they do clash. It''s generally not recommended to undergo multiple physiological changes as they mess with the individual''s mind.
"Well, that race is a mouthful and sounds more like a class than a race," Alistair commented over the link.
Melissa regarded him with a puzzled expression, clearly unfamiliar with the concept of video game classes. Sensing her confusion, Alistair took a moment to explain that the race name sounded more like a class than a race in the context of video games. He felt relieved to see her making an effort to contribute and carve out her own path in this new world without relying solely on his intervention.
"Don''t worry. I''d need a pretty high affinity to make any changes, and the evolution will even boost the affinity in question. I''ve experimented with spells from both, but I seem to lean more towards ice. Right now, I''m saving up for a set of affinity-measuring orbs. Once I have them, I can determine which affinity suits me best and choose my witch subtype accordingly," Melissa elaborated.
"Are those orbs expensive? I know Nessyra is looking to get them. Also, write down a list of needed materials and give it to Nessyra and me. I will watch for the materials, and Nessyra is great at obtaining even hard-to-get treasures." Alistair said as his sister put in a code into the sub gate console.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.
"Each set contains six orbs and costs around 2500 contribution points. However, I can select the concept affinities measured by these orbs. Since I don''t need all six, you can let me know which ones we require. But are you sure this is okay? Won''t Nessyra have objections?" Melissa inquired with a hint of uncertainty.
"Don''t worry. Your plan sounds solid. I doubt Nessyra will raise any objections. Besides, don''t you already possess far more than 5000 points? I acquired over 1000 from just one teaching session. Additionally, it''s best to consult Nessyra about which orbs the clan requires. I do know that she needs a measuring tool for the space concept, as we''re in need of a dedicated space mage for tasks like storage, portals, and other crafts involving spatial manipulation," Alistair reassured her.
"I do, but I wasn''t certain if you all could or would assist me with the materials, so I saved up most of my contribution points until we had this discussion rather than expecting all of you to fulfill my wishes," Melissa admitted sheepishly as they passed through the sub-gate.
They appeared in a similar ringed city and headed for the eastern section, where Alistair could already see a large temple that looked like a mix of both Gothic and Arabian architecture, with most of the structure made of white stone with a lot of gold trimmings and decorations, the domes were a dark teal and also adorned with goldcrests, the occasional greenery was placed in the balconies. Alistair noticed the same sigil he had seen on Enya''s armor displayed on large banners hanging from the sides of two of the towers.
"Not exactly a subtle deity I''m dealing with; what can you tell me about this place?" Alistair inquired, eyeing the impressive temple that occupied a significant portion of the outer circle.
"I have a few students from Earth who have already joined them. One of my students, Nina, told me about this place; she was the first to discover it. She encountered a man wearing armor with that sigil, and he guided her here. Since then, she''s been inviting others from Earth, me included," Melissa explained, her gaze fixed on the imposing structure in the distance.
Curiosity piqued, Alistair inquired further, "Did you check it out? And how well acquainted are you with Nina? What kind of person is she, and what motivated her to join them?"
"I did. They offered to protect me and my family if I were to join their cause, and they even said they could protect our pets if they were still alive. I honestly wanted to accept their help but needed some time to think about it. Then you reappeared, and things changed," Melissa explained, her expression filled with concern. She went on to recount the story of Nina, a bright 15-year-old girl from France who had attended many of her sister''s magic classes. Despite not being fanatical, Nina had joined them for the merits they offered.
The mention of their pets stung. He hoped they were okay and that Sol would be able to shelter them. He would try to negotiate their protection if necessary. Alistair grew a little frustrated with how little he knew about this god. He had nothing definitive, and he wasn''t sure whether talking to his followers before the meeting was a good idea.
They walked past and observed the temple as discreetly as possible for a while before entering without anyone stopping them or paying them any attention; the structure was massive, and there weren''t that many people present; most of them were busy talking with each other, barely glancing at them and giving them polite bows before moving on. The air felt fresh, and the rooms were well-lighted up and clean; most of the floor was covered by carpets, which Alistair could tell were self-cleaning. There was a big assembly hall with a podium in the center of the structure with multiple balconies adorned with greenery overlooking the assembly hall where Alistair suspected Sol would hold his speech. As Alistair and Melissa prepared to depart, they were approached by one of the followers near the entrance.
"Mr. Ryser, we weren''t expecting you until tomorrow at the earliest. My apologies for any inconvenience. Since most of our members are currently out, is there something I can assist you with?" A tall, muscular man with dark skin and a clean-shaven face stood near the entrance, addressing Alistair. He nodded politely to Melissa before focusing his attention back on Alistair.
The man was clad in a striking sci-fi uniform, exuding an air of sophistication and authority. His attire boasted a pristine white color, adorned with accents of gold and regal dark blue decorations. Emblazoned proudly upon his shoulder was Sol''s Sigil. The uniform comprised a tailored jacket featuring a row of four gleaming golden buttons. This jacket looked meticulously crafted and left the lower torso unencumbered, allowing for ease of movement and functionality. Paired with it were neatly tailored cloth pants and leather boots, completing the look with a sense of refined style and practicality instead of the opulence Alistair was expecting; he used [Identify], revealing him to be [Caleb Smith - lvl 37].
Alistair expressed his surprise. "I was beginning to think Sol had instructed his followers to avoid me altogether."
Caleb met his gaze evenly. "They''ve been instructed not to disturb you. Especially after Enya overstepped her bounds during your conversation. Lord Sol didn''t want you to feel further alienated and sent his apologies."
"Overstepped? How so? And what exactly does Sol want from me?" Alistair pressed for clarification.
"During your conversation, she implied that Sol plans to trap you on Earth. It wasn''t her place to make such assertions. As for Lord Sol''s intentions toward you, I''m not privy to them, and even if I were, it wouldn''t be my place to disclose," Caleb explained firmly, his expression serious.
Alistair had trouble reading Caleb, though he did not believe he was lying. They continued exchanging pleasantries; however, Caleb sidestepped Alistair''s inquiries, requesting him to return tomorrow and ask Sol himself. Eventually, Alistair gave up on his probing and left with Melissa.
"Not sure if this was worth coming here for," Alistair said, furrowing his brows as he looked back at the temple.
"He did say that trapping you was not their intent," Melissa interjected.
Alistair shook his head in response, "He didn''t outright deny it either, just that it wasn''t Enya''s call. All I know is that Sol'' does not wish to alienate me and has instructed his followers not to talk with me."
Alistair was eager to return to Riseth as he could sense her suffering from the pill consumption. As they approached the sub-gate, Alistair turned to his sister. "Alright, take care of yourself, and don''t hesitate to ask me or Nessy for help. The sooner we know, the better we can assist you," he said warmly.
Melissa hugged Alistair, tip-toeing due to her much smaller stature. Alistair could not help but think that she looked very much like their mother now, though her hair color was a light brown and long, and her face was heart-shaped, much like Alistair''s.
"I will. See you tomorrow. Give my regards to Riseth," Melissa said as she stepped through the sub-gate. Alistair waved goodbye, knowing they had plans to attend the gathering with most of the clan members. He had checked with Caleb beforehand to ensure it wouldn''t upset Sol, receiving assurance that the Ryser clan was welcome to attend.
Alistair headed for the main gate deep in thought, glancing back at the temple, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
Chapter 76: Humanitys Finest
Alistair and Riseth were the first to arrive at Nessyra''s office. As they entered, Alistair immediately noticed a set of orbs on her desk. Alistair presumed they were the affinity-measuring orbs, some of them already primed with a particular affinity.
"It looks like Sis has already visited you; what did you think of her plan for racial changes?" Alistair asked curiously as he sat down on one of the free chairs. Instead of taking her own chair, Riseth chose to sit on his armrest, wrap her arms around his shoulders, and lean against him.
"Yes, it was quite adorable how shy she was about it. Her idea is good, and I think we overlooked the value of the [Nurturing Ward]. It is a well-kept secret where these orbs come from, and now we know, so I don''t have to get into another bidding war over them, saving us quite a bit of money. Also, most of the materials should be easy enough to acquire, and I''m sure you will be able to acquire a grade 9 core with the ice concept," Nessyra explained.
"I guess this means she has already confirmed her affinity for Ice," Alistair said as he leaned forward and picked up an orb from her desk that looked to be made of ice; it felt uncomfortable and cold in his hands, and it radiated a weak aura as he inspected it.
"Based on that aura, your affinity for it is quite low. In comparison, she had a strong affinity for it; how does it feel to hold it?" Nessyra asked as Riseth took the orb into her own hands and frowned; the aura emanated stronger, yet not by much.
"It feels uncomfortable to hold. I guess neither of us is using ice magic," Riseth said as she placed the orb back on the table.
Nessyra picked the Orb herself, and a much stronger aura emerged. "I have a slightly above-average affinity for it, and these orbs are great for figuring out what works and what does not, but due to how many concepts there are, we should be careful about which affinities we pick; I had one of the orbs attuned to space magic, another to storm," She said as she picked up the space orb that looked like black sphere containing a sea of stars with a slight purple hue, the aura radiating was moderate. When Alistair picked the gem, the aura changed and became much stronger; the orb felt pleasant and familiar in his hand. Alistair smiled; he had hoped he would have a strong affinity for it as he handed the orb to Riseth, who had a slightly stronger aura. He proceeded to pick up the storm orb, which looked like a contained tornado in a sphere, felt neutral, and radiated a moderate aura when he held it, though occasionally, it felt like it would slip from his hand.
They began discussing which affinities they should prime the orbs with and the revelation that certain racial evolutions boosted concept affinities when they heard a ring, shortly followed by Alistair''s mother entering the office in a huff.
"Alistair, did you give your brother these cybernetic hands?" his mother asked, her tone a mixture of frustration and concern. Alistair turned to face her, confused, and felt a pang of nostalgia as he was reminded of the times when they were kids. Alistair had often got into trouble because of his brother''s antics when he was supposed to watch over him. Alistair still remembered that one time, his brother had gotten his hands on some gunpowder and had filled it into a glass bottle, building an improvised grenade, and had to have a big shard of glass surgically removed from his shoulder blade. Or that other time when he put razor blades on the front of his RC car and drove into his own foot.
"Yeah, I did. He is an engineer and said he is working on mechanical stuff. I also gave him some mechanical sentries," Alistair said, confused until he saw his brother and his girlfriend walk in the door, his brother awkwardly waving his new cybernetic hands at Alistair.
Alistair looked at his brother in disbelief. "What the fuck, James? I gave you those to research them, not so you could hack off your hands and replace them."
"Why not both," James retorted with a shrug, eliciting an exasperated huff from his mother. "I did get a racial evolution doing it, too," James said defensively.
Alistair chuckled, finding his brother''s enthusiasm for cybernetics somewhat endearing. After all, James had always been fascinated by technology.
"There is a bit of a risk with cybernetics, similar to cultivation. Cybernetics can lead to cyberpsychosis. You can get addicted to implants and go crazy, so keep that in mind," Alistair warned him, which caught his brother by surprise, and he looked at his hands with a bit more conflicted look on his face.
And you are okay with this?" Alistair asked Jessica, who had been silent up until now and looked quite unbothered.
As he looked at her, Alistair noticed that Jessica hadn''t changed much since before the initiation. The only immediate difference he spotted was in her shoulder-length hair, which now bore its natural brown coloration. Typically, she had dyed her hair in whatever shade she fancied at the moment. Despite the change in hair color, she still maintained a healthy tan, and her eyes were the same green. However, some of her tattoos had vanished. She was slightly taller than James, who was only marginally taller than their mother.
James, on the other hand, appeared to have undergone more noticeable changes. His dark brown hair, bordering on black, and fair skin remained unchanged, but he looked significantly more muscular. This made the transition from his arms to the cybernetic hands appear more natural. Alistair couldn''t help but notice that the hands seemed smaller than he remembered. James avoided making eye contact with their mother, who stared daggers at him in disapproval.
"It does not bother me. They are warm to the touch, and his fingers are just as nimble as before. I will make sure he does not overdo it, so I don''t see an issue," Jessica said with a sly smile.
"Phrasing! Also, did you learn something from the stuff I gave you?" Alistair asked, eliciting a chuckle from Riseth and Jessica, who exchanged glances.
"Yes, I have been working with Aknis, but I lack the tools he has and have been busy recreating them with the ones provided by the [Crafting Quarters], particularly the more specialized tools for cybernetics," James lamented.
"James has requested that I find a trial world with mechanical opponents and the opportunity to scavenge materials and technology. Unfortunately, most gate addresses are too valuable to be put on the market or shared. No one has offered to sell a tech-based one yet, as there''s greater profit in exploiting the discoveries themselves," Nessyra interjected before Alistair could ask.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.
"Also, I must ask that you withhold more information from Aknis. He is not part of our clan and has so far denied any invitations or signed any contracts. Don''t let him take advantage of you," Nessyra warned James sternly.
Alistair thought about a solution, while James argued in favor of Aknis; Alistair trusted Nessyra to handle it. She had already brought up adding contracts for members to ensure they could not accidentally leak information. Her contract magic had made leaps and bounds due to the rapid growth of the clan. As they talked, Simon and Melissa arrived and were greeted with much fanfare. Melissa was just as shocked as their mother over James'' new hands, calling them creepy. Eventually, they got back on topic, and Alistair voiced some of his ideas.
"Adamar had mentioned his trial had a lot of abandoned cities and tech. Once we find him, we might be able to work something out. Also, I still have three addresses I have not checked; perhaps one of them has what we are looking for," Alistair suggested.
"Sadly, we still have not heard from Adamar; he has still not appeared in any of the instances," Nessyra said hesitantly.
Nessyra then pulled out a stack of paper and handed everyone temporary non-disclosure contracts.
"We don''t know enough about this gathering and the god''s power, but with this, I can put some protection against magical suggestions and persuasion spells and skills. They should not work within most spaces within the [Nurturing Ward] but are still useful in preventing us from accidentally spilling secrets or agreeing to bad deals. I made a particularly strong one for you, Alistair. You will have the freedom to talk as you see fit. Still, as soon as you spill secrets, make agreements, or are impacted by magic trying to force you, it will clamp down or, in the worst case, at least warn you it is happening. If you feel the pain in your ear, you have to leave; don''t risk staying any longer," Nessyra warned him as she handed him a contract that radiated with magic.
"Thank you, Nessy. This makes me feel a lot better," Alistair said genuinely, feeling nervous as the gathering drew closer.
Alistair and everyone else made sure to read the contracts in detail before signing them. They found that the contracts were as advertised and short-lived. They would prevent them from accidentally spilling sensitive secrets by censoring you if the signatory''s intent was unclear. They then handed around the orbs which had been imprinted. Noticeably, almost everyone had atleast above-average space affinity; his mother had the strongest affinity, and Nessyra was already in the process of convincing her to consider becoming a space mage. Melissa''s mention of a celestial witch''s racial evolution and benefits convinced his mother to consider it. Celestial witches drew their power from stars, moons, and space magic, placing them at a tier slightly higher than even an Ice witch. However, acquiring the necessary materials and meeting the prerequisites was considerably more challenging.
"Where would we even get a moonstone?" Alistair asked after Melissa had checked the required ingredients.
"We do have moons in some of our trial worlds and the Artemis; from my topic, I know they are quite common, so flying up there and fetching some should not be that hard. Our [Comfort Array] enchantments should allow us to breathe there." Riseth proposed, eliciting an excited reaction from James and Alistair, who exchanged gleeful glances at the prospect of journeying to a celestial body with a spaceship.
"I hate to cut these talks short, but we should head out. The gathering should have already started, and I would not wish to upset the host by delaying our arrival too much," Nessyra suggested, urging them to depart.
Their journey to the [Nurturing Ward] proceeded without incident. However, many among them couldn''t help but emit appreciative whistles and gasps at the sight of the massive temple structure in the distance. As they drew closer to the gate, they could already discern the hustle and bustle of activity within. There was a smell of grilled meats and people. Most of the individuals present were humans or human subtypes, contributing to a vibrant and colorful gathering. Alistair couldn''t shake the comparison to a cosplay convention as he spotted characters like [Thor - lvl 45], complete with his iconic hammer and winged helmet; when Simon spotted him, he gave Alistair a nudge with a smirk. Another standout individual was named [Bruce - lvl 39], donning full Batman armor that almost cracked Alistair and Simon. The glamour of the [Comfort Array] seemingly allowed for such whimsical attire, though Alistair couldn''t help but cringe when he overheard the man affecting a deep voice as they passed by, causing Simon to break out in full-out laughter, drawing a lot of attention before Alistair elbowed him to shut him up with a smirk.
Scattered among the crowd were a lot of individuals wearing either white and gold armors and black and red, but all of them had Sol''s sigil somewhere visible, he did see quite a lot of individuals wearing the sigil without the usual color scheme.
"I did spot some other clans and groups among the crowd, though we seem to be on the upper end as far as straight-up levels and power go. Keep that in mind when talking to Sol," Nessyra whispered next to him while isolating them with magic from outside listeners as they headed for the gardens, which were slightly less busy.
Within the temple garden, some individuals were engaged in animated, obnoxious conversations with themselves, some with devices, and others seemingly filming with a skill invisible to Alistair. A large pond adorned the landscape, its surface adorned with floating water channels through which Koi fish of exotic hues gracefully traversed, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Riseth had taken off to fetch some booze, and his mother and Melissa had started talking to some kids Alistair presumed were her students. Nessyra looked over the group like a hawk and gave Alistair some last-minute advice and encouragement. His brother and his girlfriend had approached a man in a power-armor suit, excitedly discussing it, and Alistair was tempted to join them.
Alistair continued to survey the scene from the garden, his peaceful oasis contrasting sharply with the chaos outside its borders. There were oddly dressed individuals everywhere, some of them arguing and would have been at each other''s throats if not restricted by the nurturing ward''s magic. Others were seemingly making deals and connections, shaking hands, greedy smiles and pleasantries, rubbing Alistair the wrong way. One of the loudest and most noticeable was a group of what could best be described as redneck vampires, with long wild-looking beards and hair and the occasional mullets and mutton chops, headbands, and brandishing guns they could not even use in this place. They were already far too drunk, heckling everyone who got close to them. Alistair stared in disbelief as he looked at one of their leaders, a vampire with unusually sharp, protruding front teeth that had transformed into fangs, and he wasn''t the only one, as the teeth a vampire would grow out was seemingly random, one of the vampire''s skin even glittered.
"What the fuck..." Alistair thought he presumed there were a lot of vampire subtypes, and they had either lost the lottery or used poor methods to spread their vampiric gifts. Nonetheless, some of them felt actually dangerous. Alistair was pulled out of his observation by Caleb, who had approached him and Nessyra.
"I see you noticed the Dixon family. One of their family members obtained an evolution stone and became a high-tier vampire. The family insisted she spread the gift, but sadly, they only obtained a lower-tier variant without proper rituals and preparations, which is a real shame. Still, I am sure they will eventually upgrade their racial tier and become an even more formidable force," Caleb said, following Alistair''s gaze.
Riseth appeared next to him with [Blink] handing him a fancy glass with colorful blue and pink liquid; he looked at it before sipping the sweet and fruity drink. He then turned his attention to Caleb with a smile, bracing himself for the hated politicking.
Chapter 77: To Meet A God
Alistair smiled at Caleb as he introduced Riseth and her sister to Caleb, who gave both of them a cordial greeting. After exchanging some pleasantries, Alistair spoke up.
"Colorful assortment of guests, from your uniform and Enya''s crusader armor, I thought Sol preferred a more standardized attire," Alistair commented with a glance around the room.
"Colorful is the right word; Earth needs every ounce of strength it can get to shield itself from what is to come, Sol does prefer some homogeneity but he does not enforce it outside of his orders, and even there are exceptions and some leeway," Caleb said looking at the larger crowd outside the garden.
Alistair found Caleb to be a very difficult-to-read individual. He suspected some defensive magic was at work preventing him from garnering as much insight as he usually would. He could not even tell how Caleb felt about the colorful assortment of people.
"I am surprised they don''t need blood to sustain themselves. I would have expected that to be part of being a vampire," Alistair mused as he watched one of the vampires eat a sausage from one of the grills they had claimed.
"It''s funny you would mention it; they do need blood, and volunteers are hard to come by. But their gift does not stop them from consuming and enjoying regular foods. Much like your lovely partner, they need something else to sate and empower themselves. Allying with Sol, who will be the most powerful faction on Earth, is a safe bet to ensure they have secure access to blood within and outside the trial without having to rely on more drastic measures," Caleb explained.
"Are you allowed to tell me this?" Alistair asked as Nessyra discreetly prodded him over the link.
Caleb chuckled. "It''s not much of a secret; why would anyone join us if we had nothing to offer them?"
Alistair looked at Riseth, who had been observing the conversation quietly next to him.
"I presume Sol won''t let me bring my partner?" Alistair asked before taking a sip of the slightly sweet and fruity drink.
Caleb tilted his head before his eyes seemed to look at an invisible screen before he answered.
"He would prefer to speak to you alone for their first meeting, but when it comes to future meetings, he would love to meet her," Caleb said apologetically.
"Is there anything I should watch out for?" Alistair asked curiously. He wasn''t sure if Caleb would actually help him out, but he was curious to know how he would respond.
"I can''t give you any guidance. Sol has informed me he is ready to receive you now if you follow me," Caleb announced before walking towards a set of stairs.
Alistair kissed Riseth, and Nessyra gave him an encouraging nod. He glanced at his scattered family members before following Caleb. Once Alistair was up the stairs, he found himself on the balcony he had seen the first time he had visited; the whole temple was packed, and Alistair had a great view from above, seeing the colorful crowd below. Eventually, they reached a long, empty corridor leading to a beautiful wooden and gold-inlaid double door; a slender young woman walked past them. She sported a casual dress consisting of a pair of blue jeans, boots, a buffalo plaid shirt, and a white top. Her complexion was ashen, accentuated by long, slightly wavy white hair cascading around her. With a diamond-shaped face adorned with occasional freckles and red piercing irises that met Alistair''s gray ones, his armor slightly immediately warped as he felt a draw to her. But the sensation was extremely muted due to the Nurturing Wards restrictions, and Alistair resisted with little effort. She gave him a wink, her red lips parting in a toothy smile, showing her vampiric fangs, which were at her canines where he would have expected them to be.
He turned to see her walk away using [Identify] [Marilyn Dixon - 55]. She returned the identity before walking around the corner, disappearing from sight.
"Impressive resilience; even with the protection in place, most could not resist or shake it off that fast. I am sure she will be annoyed to learn that you are already taken," Caleb commented after observing the exchange.
"Will this cause problems?" Alistair asked, slightly concerned, still looking down the corridor.
"I think your clan is well-equipped to deal with any social issues. Nessyra Ryser is probably the scariest and most influential business person at this particular gathering," Caleb said calmly, waiting for Alistair to move on.
"This particular gathering?" Alistair questioned as he continued walking towards the finely crafted double doors.
"We hold such gatherings every few days; we can''t have everyone show up simultaneously. Even this structure has its limits," Caleb pushed open the double doors, revealing a spacious, modern suite. White marble floors gleamed beneath their feet while towering pillars added an air of grandeur. Exotic rugs and carpets adorned the floor and walls, lending an opulent touch to the space. Despite being from Earth, the potted plants exuded an exotic allure. The room itself resembled the lavish private quarters of a wealthy Arabian magnate. At the heart of the room sat a plush, inviting couch with many pillows encircling a low mahogany table. Alistair stepped inside, and Caleb closed the doors behind him; Sol was nowhere to be seen. The air felt slightly smoky from incense, which reminded Alistair of his trip to Korea; there was a large assortment of foreign snacks and drinks on the table.
From a circular set of stairs leading to an upper floor, he could hear heavy steps and felt incredible power suddenly radiating from them. When he looked upon Sol, he was stunned. His attire exuded regality and refinement. Sol was clad in golden full-plate armor; the chest plate mimicked the appearance of chiseled muscles. His shoulders had a layer of white cloth with golden patterns; above them were rounded golden shoulder plates that encircled his head with small decorative wings. Without looking too flashy, at the front of his right shoulder plate was a small circular plate containing his sigil. His legs were covered by gold and silver metal plates, and above it was a fault made of the same white and gold cloth interwoven with golden chainmail. Sol wore a golden mask and white hood, though he quickly removed the mask and put down his hood as he approached Alistair, revealing a tanned and immaculate symmetrical face with long gold hair and a beard. He wore an easy and wide smile. His right eye was gleaming gold, and his left was silvery white.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.
Alistair could tell that Sol restrained his power beyond what the [Nurturing Ward] would shield him from. Sol was clearly aware of Alistair''s keen instincts and preparations and seemed determined not to trigger any of them.
"Alistair, it''s a pleasure to finally meet you in person," Sol greeted warmly, his voice calm and pleasant. He stretched his arms welcomingly before gesturing towards the couch.
Alistair did as requested and sat down, observing Sol nervously as he approached and sat down on the opposite side of him with a smile.
"Don''t be so nervous. I''ve been observing you for a while now, and there''s no need to walk on eggshells around me," Sol said with an easy smirk, leaning back onto the couch and crossing his legs. As he did, his armor transformed into a comfortable-looking white robe adorned with the usual golden patterns.
Alistair was a little taken aback but quickly composed himself, mirroring Sol''s posture and leaning back into the couch. The way Sol had spoken those last words suggested that he must have been observing Alistair during his first dungeon delve.
"You have been observing me? I think we met during my arena match with King, but it sounds like you have been observing me for longer," Alistair said calmly, observing Sol''s reaction.
"Oh yes, almost since the very beginning, you have been my biggest source of contribution points for a while there. You killed the most difficult fieldboss shortly after entering the trial, and you have had my attention since then. Though by now there are a lot of others, many of which have overtaken or caught up to your contributions, it is still impressive stuff," Sol said before teleporting a Japanese candy from the table into his hand, unwrapping it, and putting it in his mouth, the candy wrapper disappearing into nothingness.
"You have been watching everything?" Alistair asked uncomfortably; the revelation of being watched the entire time did not sit right with him.
"Oh, don''t worry. I have some decency and respect your privacy; your success has greatly helped me. I even got closer to Zaltom, Neshan''s natural god. I am curious: do you even know how humans are viewed in the multiverse?" Sol inquired, changing the topic.
Alistair considered it for a moment before answering. "I presume we are viewed as a somewhat aggressive species; most other planets with humans seemed to have a rather low development." He felt relieved that Sol seemed much more casual and less alien than expected. However, some parts of Alistair were worried it might be a facade to rope him in. There were a lot of manipulator gods within Earth''s many pantheons. His casual and approachable demeanor could be the mask Sol chose to win him over.
Sol nodded sagely before correcting him. "Actually, it''s much worse. Picture orcs, but with an added layer of cunning and deceit. Persuading anyone to align or ally with us has proven exceedingly difficult. Frankly, they''re not entirely wrong to be wary, either. Compared to them, we appear to be barbarians. Even civilizations somewhat advanced like ours, which have managed to evade self-destruction, a rarity among humans, are still perceived as volatile and untrustworthy. Our Immediate neighbors are still hesitant to cooperate with me in any real capacity despite our dire position; the Milky Way is one of the closest galaxies to one of the three bridges established to our universe.
"Wait, three bridges?" Alistair exclaimed with a shocked expression.
"Yes, the Multiverse does not expand in a line; it''s easier to think of it as a spherical expansion; our universe joins the sphere at three points, one close to the Milky Way." Sol elaborated casually.
Alistair considered what had been said, but something bothered him. "Humans can''t be that bad from what trickled through from the multiverse; many heroes and good individuals in the stories were human," Alistair argued, a little worried at the last revelation.
Sol gave him a sad smile. "Those are indeed exceptional individuals, occasionally falsely portrayed as humans in stories to suit our sensibilities. However, consider how many humans typically oppose those heroes and their terrible actions and what motivates them. While there are standout individuals, as a collective, we''re regarded as terrible allies. We frequently betray our own kind, which very few other races do. Even demons have a better reputation than us, as they can be expected to uphold contracts and agreements. I know that you are aware of how chaotic Earth will be upon everyone''s return from the trial, and I agree with your assessment." Sol said, a frown painted across his near-inhuman features. Alistair noticed a flicker of darkness in Sol''s eyes for the briefest of moments.
Alistair was learning a lot, and this meeting was already proving a valuable opportunity, even if he did not like how reactionary he was in this conversation. However, facing a god, it was difficult to argue as Sol seemed to have an answer for everything. There were also some burning questions he wanted answered, but he needed to be careful not to make it too obvious.
"This is not how I expected this conversation to go, and you are... much more relaxed? Then I expected," Alistair said hesitantly.
Sol broke out in a loud, melodic laughter that made Alistair want to join him but restrained himself to a smile as Sol calmed himself into a rumbling chuckle.
"I have observed you long enough that I know such an approach would be futile. Also, your faith affinity is so abysmal that you will never become a proper champion of mine, so why bother? I find this approach more comfortable as well. I wasn''t trying to unnerve you when I told you not to walk on eggshells. It was me permitting you to be blunt," Sol said jovially as he summoned two golden cups with silvery liquids before them, taking one for himself.
"It''s ambrosia; don''t drink it too fast and try to enjoy it," Sol gestured toward the cup before taking a sip himself.
Alistair still felt a little distrustful about the whole exchange but decided he would try to treat Sol like a person for now. Alistair took his cup and took a small sip. The taste was indescribable yet amazing and pleasant; his senses were helplessly overwhelmed trying to nail down the taste. Alistair looked at it with a shocked expression, struggling not immediately to drink the rest of the liquid.
"It goes great with that Lom Lom meat your clan sells; I was hoping you could sell me some occasionally," Sol said with a laugh at Alistair''s efforts to resist drinking his beverage.
Alistair put down the ambrosia, trying to focus on the conversation, he had many questions and he had the strong sense Sol could answer any and all of them if he wanted to.
Chapter 78: Paths Divided
Alistair took a deep breath as he relaxed; he had been tense most of the conversation and would seek to clear some of his worries.
"You seem to be quite willing to help me out; how come? I would have expected you to be mad at me for fleeing the planet," Alistair asked, furrowing his brows.
"Oh, I don''t think you realize just how much I benefit from you being the head of a successful clan. Of course, it''s a shame that you plan to leave Earth. I would love to make you the chief of my peacekeeping force or the leader of an order, but leaving is a very sensible response," Sol said with some casual mirth in his voice, waving his hand dismissively.
"Becoming the chief of a peacekeeping force during the equivalent of a superpowered purge must be the shittiest job offer I have ever received," Alistair said jokingly, eliciting loud melodic laughter from Sol.
"You''d be surprised how many covet this position, oblivious to the weight of responsibility it carries. I anticipate a significant portion of the world''s population will reject me outright, labeling me a false god crying heresy or viewing me as an obstacle to their own agendas. With the loss of numerous political figures, countries will struggle to reestablish control, particularly since human society often adheres to the principle that might make right. Those who have the power to enforce their will often dictate the laws, and Earth is no different. I also expect many public figures will face threats on their lives and seek sanctuary from the inevitable mob that will form," Sol stated sagely, his smile unwavering as he addressed Alistair.
Alistair considered it, most of the world could not even get along with their neighbours. Following a seemingly self-proclaimed God grabbing for power and taking on aspects of their and other deities would elicit a violent response from many. Hell, Alistair himself would not follow such a figure, although he would not oppose Sol unless pressured. He would be surprised if countries even managed to reestablish themselves. He doubted the military and police had enough cohesion after the trial to enforce the old laws. Alistair envisioned a phase of pure chaos before warlords and similar groups would rise to power, claiming their own territories. He would not out himself as a former police officer either if only to avoid conflict and aggression from super-powered individuals, as the attitude towards law enforcement across the globe was complex at best.
After a long pause, Alistair spoke up again. "So what do you plan to do about it? Besides gathering followers and making friends with your neighbors?" Alistair asked curiously, taking another small sip from Ambrosia before placing the cup back on the table.
"With the contribution points accumulated by you and the rest of Earth, I instigated some changes. I understand you''re already aware, so I''ll highlight a few. Firstly, I''ve confiscated all the nuclear weapons. They''ll be repurposed to defend against invaders in space rather than threatening ourselves. Secondly, I''ve acquired all the military equipment, which I will have my followers retrofit with magic to serve as force multipliers. Although I could have saved a lot of points just by acquiring Western equipment, much of the other equipment looked like I ordered military gear off of Wish," Sol lamented, eliciting a chuckle from Alistair.
"First, let me invite you to the [Sol Network] in my presence during the trial. Once outside of the trial, you will have generous access to most functionality and be able to see the goings-on of my domain, which is incidentally the Sol solar system. I will consider you an ally until proven otherwise and kick you out if I find it necessary, but for now, I''d like to show you some things," Sol announced.
A Hologram and many screens appeared above them; Alistair looked up to see images of a planet depicting mountain chains with massive white temple structures very similar in architecture to the one he was inside right now, although much more defensively minded as they made full use of the mountainous terrain, sectioning off whole swaths of land with thick stone walls covered in runes. The windows kept changing location after a few seconds, showing both mostly intact cities and collapsed, aged, and overgrown ones. Monsters littered much of the wild landscape, and Alistair even noticed a dragon on a lonely mountain, many dog and cat like creatures were fighting with more hostile looking monsters giving Alistair pause.
"Wait, you have control of the planet. What of my family''s pets?" Alistair hurriedly asked, looking at Sol.
"I am sorry to say that many died. I can''t trap them against their will, even when it is for their own safety. I already ensured that no pets and animals would be trapped within houses and zoos and starve despite the damage to the infrastructure. Your cat is alive and thriving, but she and many others refuse the shelter I provide them. You can leave a message with me telling her to stay put, but I would not worry; she is quite smart and doing well for herself, and Teddy and many of the other family pets make use of the shelter I offer," Sol said with a compassionate gaze toward Alistair.
Alistair was conflicted about what he had just heard, hearing that Melissa''s dog and his cat were fine was a great relieve but the fact that Sol had mentioned many of them dying was gutwrenching. Alistair took a deep breath to keep his cool. Sol was quite forthcoming to the point that Alistair thought of it suspicious, though Nessyra''s contract magic was still inert, and his armor was not warping even a little.
"Saving so many pets will get you a lot of favor with a lot of people, thank you for telling me, please tell our pets we love them and we will come for them," Alistair requested a little teary eyed.
"I did not do it for the gratitude though I appreciate it, I am no monster who would let a good chunk of the animals of this world die for no good reason at all. Also you might not need to go look for them I can influence where people appear after the trial by spending some points and their consent. I could be convinced to ensure your pets and loved ones would not be scattered upon your return," Sol said with a smile.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
Alistair raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Ah, so you''re not completely altruistic," Alistair remarked, probing for further insight. "What can I do to convince you, then?"
Sol eyed Alistair with a weak smile on his face before answering.
"I know of an upcoming event at the end of the trial. I would ask you to represent me as one of my champions during it. Of course, this arrangement would only last for that challenge within the trial; there is no risk of death, but your success under my name would benefit me. Feel free to think about and discuss it with your demon ladies first," Sol said with a smug smirk.
Alistair considered it. The request itself was fine, but the reward could be a trap as he did not specify where he would spawn. He could have his followers spawn at the same location to catch them all at once. It was good that he did not need to answer right now. However, the smug smirk on Sol''s face was bothering him. "What with that smirk?"
"Oh, nothing," Sol chuckled, taking another sip from his ambrosia. "I just couldn''t help but notice how you found the Bruce and Thor characters amusing when, in truth, you''re not much different."
Alistair, taken aback, retorted, "What do you mean? How am I like those guys?"
"Well, for starters, you plan to elope with your succubus and heavily rely on her sister as well," Sol explained, his laughter bubbling up again. "But don''t worry, you''re not the only one forming relationships with cat girls and other alien beings they fancy."
Alistair took another sip from his ambrosia, feeling a flush of embarrassment.
"Don''t be too hard on yourself," Sol continued, his amusement evident. "The System did you dirty by trapping you with her in a dungeon as she was starving," Sol chuckled with glee.
Alistair facepalmed, letting out a groan. He wanted to say, "Screw you, Sol," But Nessyras enchantment clamped down on him, saving him from a diplomatic blunder.
"It''s good to be wary, but I don''t want you as an enemy or estranged party. I''d rather foster good relations." Sol said with a warm, jovial expression.
Alistair looked up at Sol, who had a wide smile. He then looked back at the projections, wanting to change the topic. The big hologram showed a planet. It took Alistair a moment before he realized it was Earth. He barely recognized it as it had grown in size significantly. Its coastal outlines changed massively to be almost unrecognizable, though the few still recognizable parts gave Alistair a good sense of just how much bigger Earth had become.
"What''s the significance of your Sigil depicting Earth''s outline if Earth no longer resembles it?" Alistair inquired.
"It''s a tribute to our origins, to what came before," Sol explained somberly. "Although I''ve altered it to be nearly unrecognizable, that does not mean I don''t appreciate Earth for what it was,"
Alistair paused and looked at the changed planet. It felt strange seeing Earth like this, and his eyes kept getting caught on the occasional island and landmass he recognized despite the changes, Italy was now a much bigger boot, and Sicily had ballooned in size, Florida was much longer now, and connecting with Cuba enclosing the gulf of Mexico, those were among the most recognizable features left from earth.
"So what''s your plan? Use your temple fortresses as staging points and conquer the planet with your stolen military equipment?" Alistair asked as he scanned the screens. He did not recognize most of the locations where the fortresses were placed, though many looked familiar.
Sol regarded him with a curious expression. "Yes, though I prefer to say ''acquired'' rather than ''stolen''. I know you are familiar with dragon veins, so I''ve strategically claimed some of the best real estate, such as the Swiss Alps, Rocky Mountains, and Taiwan Alps, for their strategic positions and the quality of their dragon veins," Sol explained proudly.
"And which one serves as your main base of operations?" Alistair asked, his curiosity piqued by Sol''s willingness to share such information.
"That would be Olympus Mons since it harbors by far the most potent natural dragon vein in the entire solar system. It serves as an incredible magical focal point and an unrivaled seat of power. However, my fortress is still partially under construction," Sol said with a smug smile as he displayed a hologram of Mars, which appeared much more lush and verdant. Most of the deserts had vanished, replaced by expansive oceans that dominated large swathes of the northern hemisphere. Alistair suspected that Sol had manipulated the terrain, artificially enlarging Mars in the process.
"How did you manage to enlarge the planets using just contribution points? Is the system really that generous?" Alistair inquired, intrigued by the seemingly miraculous transformation.
"I had to make some sacrifices, quite literally. I sacrificed some moons and other celestial bodies to afford it. The introduction of magic across the universe greatly facilitated the process of revitalizing the planets, so I simply gave it a little push," Sol explained casually before all the holograms and screens disappeared.
"Are you absolutely certain you wouldn''t consider aligning yourself with me? I could offer you your choice of fortress, leadership of one of my orders, enhanced rewards like I did with your wyvern, and so much more," Sol entreated, his voice carrying a persuasive charm that seemed to wrap around Alistair like a velvet ribbon. With an overwhelming aura he had held back now fully on display, it was near blinding for a moment, even with the Nurturing Ward shielding him.
Alistair knew the proposition was enticing, one that many would covet without hesitation. Yet, to Alistair, it felt like merely scratching the surface of what he could achieve through patience and perseverance. With an apologetic glance at Sol, he spoke softly, "Sorry, as generous as your offer is, I believe there''s a greater path ahead for me and my clan. I am not opposed to cooperating with you, but I doubt I or my clan are destined to be tied down like that."
"The future is not written in stone, but I possess the ability to make well-educated guesses. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to try," Sol conveyed, his expression reflecting a sense of understanding.
Alistair paused and drank the rest of his ambrosia as it overwhelmed his [Senses] for one last time, though he felt empty and even sad at having disappointed Sol. Though Alistair knew it was for the best, he knew their talks were at a close, though he had one last question.
"So you have a good idea who or what is coming for Earth?" Alistair inquired with a severe expression.
"I do," Sol replied cryptically, "But it would serve no purpose to act on mere speculation. Rest assured, I am prepared for every eventuality. My doors remain open to you should you reconsider. However, be mindful that my offer may become less generous with time."
Sol rose from the couch, towering over Alistair. He gestured toward the door, which swung open of its own accord.
"It has been a pleasure meeting you, Alistair. I wish you good fortune, but alas, our meeting must now draw to a close."
Alistair rose from his seat and walked past Sol, giving him a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Sol. I am sorry I can''t be what you wish, though I look forward to working with you in the future," Alistair said sincerely before leaving the room as the doors closed behind him.
Chapter 79: After Party
Alistair looked back at the closed double doors before walking down the corridor. As he got to the halfway point, Caleb came around the corner with another individual meant to meet with Sol. It was a very young-looking Japanese man in his late teens wearing futuristic-looking samurai armor. He was not very tall, and he and Caleb would have loomed over him significantly. He had fair skin and short black hair, and besides his strong aura, he looked unremarkable. Alistair nodded politely as he passed, sending a quick [Identify] [Ry¨suke Sasaki - lvl 49].
He reached the balcony, the tension of facing a god slowly seeped out of his body as he glanced down, scanning for familiar faces. His stomach rumbled in protest, which was odd as he did not feel hungry, and the [Sunforge Stomach] should not be doing that unless he ate something rather intense for essences. He froze, realizing what he had been consuming. He turned his focus inward, and both his sunforge organs were working overtime, trying to extract the essence from the ambrosia he had consumed. Under the pressure, he had not even realized Sol had given him another incredible gift he had almost overlooked. However, he couldn''t shake the feeling that it was somewhat wasted on him as his grade 10 organs struggled not to let the ambrosia go to waste.
An incredible amount of rare and powerful essences were accumulating in his essence vessel among them [Divine] [Ethereal] [Transendent] [Arcane] [Celestial]. To make the load worse, he had been passively breathing in the presence of a god. That alone could have added a strain. Alistair immediately called Riseth over the link.
Alistair hurried towards the exit, weaving and teleporting past the colorful gathering as he urgently spoke over the link to Riseth. "Riseth, we need to utilize the [Dual Cultivation] technique. I''m practically overflowing with rare essences, and if we don''t refine them together, we''ll miss out," he explained.
Riseth''s voice sounded slightly amused over the link. "This is the first time you''ve outright demanded we engage in naughty activities, and you''re doing it for practical reasons?" He could hear her do an overexaggerated sigh over the link. "Alright, I''m coming,"
Alistair smirked at her response. "I''ll meet you at the entrance," he replied, resolving to be more assertive in the future as his initial hesitancy was misplaced with Riseth.
They rendezvoused at the entrance and headed for their quarters at record speed, ignoring most of the perplexed calls from the others telling them something urgent had come up. They never returned to the party, and instead, Alistair and Riseth called the still confused rest of the family over their [Akashic Link], informing them that they were preoccupied with a time-sensitive cultivation thing on Alistair''s request as he wasn''t going to tell his mother and the rest of his family what exactly they had been doing.
It took them the whole day before the ambrosia had been refined by the two of them, providing an incredibly bountiful harvest of rare essences for the both of them as they lay in their bed recovering.
"I think I somehow increased the capacity of my synergy pool without even boosting my related stats. We should do this more often," Riseth teased, rubbing her leg against Alistair''s.
"I am not sure your body''s capacity to contain sin increasing is a good sign," Alistair commented. "Also I''m no lust demon, Trouble," Alistair remarked, a weak smile on his face as he held the back of his hand against his forehead.
"Could''ve fooled me," Riseth quipped, her tone playful. "I knew you said you were tempering and strengthening your whole body, but I didn''t realize the implications of that. You''ve been holding out on me."
Alistair responded with a chuckle, observing her playful attempt at feigned hurt. He checked the small pop-up he had been ignoring, which informed him that the [Dual Cultivation Technique] had been added to his [Supreme Heavenly Essence Body Cultivation Technique] compound skills. It denoted the efficiency as enormous due to Resonance and racial bonuses provided by the succubus race.
Alistair refocused his attention on his essence vessel, which was filled with lots of rare essences, just as many obscure ones he did not even recognize, and he had no records of them from his manuals. He would need to spend a good amount of time just figuring out what they were, as some of them did not feel familiar at all, so he could not draw upon his knowledge before the initiation. This was the first time he consumed such a high-value treasure, and a good amount of the ambrosia had gone to waste. He cursed at himself for not realizing its value and storing some of it. He could have integrated it into his array and benefited from it indefinitely. However, he presumed it would have taken him years at the current efficiency to get the same quantity of the rare essences variants he had gotten today, and perhaps he could trade Sol for more ambrosia down the line.
Alistair turned to look at Riseth. She was still clinging to him, but she seemed busy. Alistair presumed she was talking over her [Akashic Link]. The transference of emotions and tone over the link had gotten a lot better and could be compared to a phone call. Alistair let a small window appear, asking her who she was talking to, and a small window appeared, letting him know she was talking to her sister. Her sister was against Sol''s proposal to have everyone spawn at the same location, as he could trick the entire Ryser family into appearing in one place and capture them with his followers.
He readjusted himself slightly, shifting his arm over her shoulder as he gazed up at the ceiling, allowing his body to relax. He focused his attention on tempering his skin further, intending to continue until Riseth received an update from her sister.
Eventually, she turned her attention back to him, letting him know what happened during their absence. Apparently, his mother had gotten a lot of unwanted attention from suiters. Nessyra and James had intervened and opted to leave the gathering shortly after. Simon had sent his regards. He was disappointed Alistair had left as he had a blast at the gathering, making both friends and enemies. Nessyra, on the other hand, has made some valuable connections to individuals from Earth, though she did not find anyone trustworthy enough to join them properly.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
After being caught up, they started discussing possible uses for the new essences they had gotten. They had found that they could not only refine and enhance essences better but also exchange them with each other through [Dual Cultivation]. However, they would need to refine certain body parts to make the process even more efficient.
The following week passed swiftly; Riseth dedicated herself to cultivating in order to change her race and take advantage of the last few levels before reaching grade 9. Meanwhile, Alistair registered for the adept tournament himself in between teaching hand-to-hand combat and defensive magics in the [Nurturing Ward] and the regular cultivation sessions. Concurrently, whenever he went to the arena, he registered both Fluffy and King for the beast arena. Which did not require his constant presence as both were intelligent enough not to cause trouble. Fluffy struggled while King excelled in the arena. Alistair encouraged the snake to keep going and told her if she kept struggling, she would eventually evolve into something much more powerful.
To Alistair''s disappointment, his own matches were hardly worth mentioning. The strongest opponent was a Frostkin that had used absurd quantities of ice and frost magic and an unknown pool of energy. Alistair could not effectively counter the Frostkin''s magic with his [Kinetic Skinguard], forcing him to rely on his barriers.
Alistair had signed up for an upcoming team-free-for-all tournament, which was the first event tournament popping up since he had entered the [Arena Dungeon]. The tournament would be split by grades rather than levels, and it had some variations for different team sizes from two to five individuals. Alistair planned to join with Riseth if she managed to change her race before the tournament, which was a great motivator for her. Simon had teamed up with Esta, while Zathron and Desily both had reached grade 9 recently and planned to join as a team for that tournament. Alistair himself had reached level 42 after winning the adept tournament.
According to Simon, the next tier of the tournament marked the beginning of facing genuinely formidable opponents. The veteran tier was where both strong newcomers and those who worked on battling their way to the expert level could be found, a testament to their skill and determination. However, Alistair had his doubts since he was pretty confident in his foundation.
During one of their trips. Desily and Zathron discovered another [Growth] natural treasure, which they subsequently sold to Nessyra for a significant sum due to its high demand among various factions. The duo had become a regular team, and it was rare to see one without the other. Zathron expressed his gratitude to Alistair for his part in forming their team, further reinforced as they occasionally hung out together with Simon. Zathron chose not to join the clan as a member and was content to be considered a follower and friend because he had his own family to watch out for, and most of them were not keen on joining a clan of upstart strangers. He promised to reconsider once his personal matters were resolved after the trial.
After receiving the [Growth] treasure, Alistair spent a whole day creating arrays for the two growth treasures to increase their efficiency and maximize the yield of the clan''s Lomie farm and largest greenhouse.
After learning of her proficiency with space magic, his mother focused her efforts on learning how to utilize it. She had recently figured out how to make a space storage skill for herself without needing a storage item. She had also weaponized the magic, something Alistair had considered after obtaining his storage bracers but had not found a good opportunity to do so. She was currently working with James and Jessica to reverse engineer one of the storage cubes.
Alistair still had roughly three days before the arena event kicked off, so he decided to check his three left-over trial worlds to see if he had one from which they could scavenge some tech which they badly needed to expand both their technical know-how and create valuable treasures without having to buy resources from third parties. Skills, techniques, especially magical ones, and technical knowledge were among the most closely guarded secrets within the trials. Buying topics in the [Study Dungeon] was not feasible for most due to the incredibly high prices that only successful merchants and larger groups could afford.
Alistair looked at the gate as it spun. Symbols flashed to life one after the other, creating a small magical vortex in the center of the gate before solidifying into a stable portal. This would be the first of the three trial worlds. Alistair would need to be careful as he was alone this time around, particularly since his stealth skills were not that great. He would have to retreat if the trial world were similar to the slayer world and filled with grade 9 beasts or worse.
As Alistair stepped through the gate, he was engulfed by the familiar darkness of teleportation. However, upon reappearing, he found himself surrounded by a different kind of darkness. Unable to see anything, he sensed the moist air and detected a musty smell. An eerie stillness enveloped him as not a sound could be heard, and for a moment, he worried that something had gone wrong with the teleportation or that the address was a dud.
Alistair''s [Conceptual Awareness] made him aware of the earth-rich environment surrounding him, leading him to suspect he was underground. He adjusted the skill to enhance his vision''s conceptual perception while retaining its intuitive aspects. Initially disorienting and overwhelmingly bright, he eventually adapted. Though it felt akin to makeshift night vision, it offered a colorful, rather than monochrome, perspective. He considered just using some sort of light, but he did not know what was down here, and he would not become a beacon of light until he knew what to expect.
He glanced around; behind him was the gate and its console. The surroundings were rich in both earth and water concepts. He took a few steps, and the ground beneath him made a loud, squelching sound that echoed around him as it was the only source of noise. Alistair cursed internally as he waited for anything to react. His heightened senses picked up a faint, irregular clicking sound bouncing off the cave walls.
"Fuck. That''s echolocation," Alistair thought grimly as he dropped a large light crystal illuminating the wet, muddy stone chamber he was in as he steeled himself for what was to come. Then he saw it, his heart pounding in his chest as it slowly revealed itself.
The pale, naked, and incredibly muscular sinewy body of a monster shuffled effortlessly and soundlessly over the ceiling. Its transition from pale skin to bone-plated head and claws was distinguishable only by texture. Its head was elongated, showed sharp fangs, and was devoid of eyes, its nostrils were slits, and it had some flaps of skin that vibrated and moved independently. It appeared emaciated yet powerful, standing roughly three meters tall, with arms and legs that were disproportionately long compared to its torso. The creature exuded a thoroughly nightmarish presence reinforced by the odd dark and swirling coloration of concepts surrounding it. Dark tendrils of magic lashed out at Alistair faster than he could react, instilling immediate fear in him as his armor warped. Bracing himself, he activated [Identify], revealing it to be a [Cave Wendigo - Level 47].
"That''s a whole lot of fucking NOPE," Alistair cursed inwardly as the creature tilted its head towards him. Sound waves bounced off his armor; it seemed the creature couldn''t perceive the light, and Alistair suspected it believed he hadn''t noticed its presence. He stood there motionless as the eerily silent creature measured him up, ready to pounce.
Chapter 80: Cave Explorer
The cave wendigo lunged at Alistair without warning or sound, its large jaw agape, seeking to impale him with its long, bony, scythe-like claws. Alistair used [Blink] to avoid it as he hovered in the air behind it. Somehow, the Wendigo landed without a sound on the wet cave floor, not sinking in or getting any mud stuck to its claws; it was coated in magic, similar to Esta''s technique. It spun around, hesitating for a moment before it located Alistair lashing out at him, but this time, Alistair caught the claw with his shield before throwing a [Razor Blast] at it from point blank. The disk left a gash on its sinewy, tough hide before it twisted its body out of the way of the blast with a rapid, jerky movement, and Alistair could hear its bones crack and snap to facilitate the unnatural angle.
Alistair could visibly see the creature regenerate the gash and saw its twisted body snapping back in place before it latched itself back on the ceiling. He presumed it used the odd flaps on its body to orient itself. The [Razor Blast] was not silent, as it emitted a low humming sound, which the creature immediately detected and dodged whenever Alistair sent it after the Wendigo.
Eventually, Alistair intercepted the Wendigo, suppressing his revulsion as he seized one of its long, sinewy arms. With determination, he drove his poleaxe into its body, intending to pin it to the cave wall. However, instead of just struggling, the Wendigo chose to coat itself in magic, partially negating Alistair''s technique, tearing itself free, ripping through its own body, and severing its own arm with its free claw before Alistair could land the finishing blow with his [Razor Blast]. Alistair was taken aback by the creature''s sheer disregard for its own well-being as he witnessed it rapidly regenerating its lost limb and torn body.
Alistair started to run out of patience. The longer they fought, the more likely it was that they would attract more beasts to the gate room, which was the exact opposite of what Alistair wanted. The beast showed no signs of slowing down; its unnatural regeneration made it a horrifying opponent for most. Alistair had a favorable matchup in a straight-up fight, but considering the environment, he struggled to put the creature down. He contemplated using his [Fire Blast]; while not completely silent, it wouldn''t generate the same level of noise as an explosion or kinetic blast, which could reverberate through the tunnels. Additionally, within the chamber, visibility wouldn''t be a major concern.
Alistair could sense more echolocation hitting him and presumed more had noticed and knew he had to commit or run. He sent a rapid stream of [Fire Blasts] at the Wendigo, lighting up the room with flames. He heard the crackle of the flames that rang out like fireworks in the silent caves. He hacked and burned the Wendigo as it struggled to regenerate once the tissue was burned. Despite it all, the creature made no sounds, jumping, twisting, and lashing out at Alistair, who cut into its claws with his [Razor Slash] skill cutting off its claws before burning its stumped hand.
When the creature finally started to slow down, Alistair used his [Temporal Combat Reflexes] to hack off the creature''s head, burning it and ending the fight. After hearing the chimes, Alistair took a deep, shaky breath as he hovered closer to the entrance, waiting in complete stillness, anticipating more clicking sounds to follow.
"Maybe they''re solitary creatures, and seeing one of theirs killed keeps them at bay?" He pondered, his body tense in anticipation as he checked his notifications, revealing he had upgraded his [Temporal Combat Reflexes] which was confusing as he still had the option to upgrade it. Apparently, he could still linearly upgrade his skill even if he was offered to upgrade it.
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Integrating magical insights from different concepts, this skill elevates the user''s reaction speed, spatial awareness, and footwork to a high degree. Navigating challenging terrain becomes second nature, reinforcing overall stability. During combat, the user''s perception of time is moderately slowed. The user can deliberately channel [MP] or [Qi] to engage in short bursts of intense acceleration magic, compensated for by further slowing his perception of time. |
Alistair was glad to know that cutting off their heads could prevent them from regenerating. He had attempted to cut it off from the start, though the Wendigo proved quite slippery, so he had resorted to cutting down easier targets first with mixed results. It had been a while since he had last used [Temporal Combat Reflexes] actively due to its prohibitive cost. During the fight, he instinctively used the skill with [Qi] instead of [MP] as it felt more natural to him and proved more efficient. This also opened up a ton more resources to spend on the skill and made the cost much more manageable. Alistair decided to use his freshly upgraded boosting skills more aggressively and frequently in the future.
The few swipes he had blocked and redirected had shown just how much [Power] the Wendigo had; his pool was perfectly capable of tanking a lot more, though he would not risk too much attrition as he had no wishes to die alone in a dark and damp cave system. Alistair looked at the horrid-looking body; he could feel a core within its torso and stored its body to be disassembled later.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
Alistair glanced back at the gate, contemplating, "I still have two other worlds to check. They might be less of a pain in the ass than this place. Finding any tech down here seems unlikely unless I stumble across some kind of vault..." He trailed off with a sigh.
"Who am I kidding? There could be anything out there. I might even be in another damn Asteroid," he frowned as he levitated the light crystal into his hands before storing it, plunging the chamber back into darkness.
Alistair did his best to fly slowly through the corridor, making as little noise as possible while practicing his breathing technique. Once he reached an intersection, he pulled up his map to track his progress and ensure no magical shenanigans were happening. He then directed his [Conceptual Awareness] down the three paths, hoping his intuition would pick up some treasure, dungeon, or any other indication of where to go. However, he had no such luck, as all the corridors seemed to have the same earthy and wet feel to them.
Alistair just picked the right corridor for now, following pyramid rules. He would eventually encounter something of interest. He followed the corridors for a while longer, finding multiple intersections and scanning them before choosing to go right. Eventually, he noticed he had walked in a near-perfect spiral but was now roughly beneath the gate chamber, and it required some mana to change the screen''s perspective to be 3D.
After reaching another section, he noticed that one of the five paths offered went straight down. His intuition told him the environment would be different, so he decided to fly down the steep path until he found himself in a sedimentary layer. His knowledge of geology mostly stemmed from a YouTube video and his nature and technology class from when he still went to school. Without his vastly increased [Mental] capacity, he would not be able to remember such details. It felt weird to remember the drawing one of his teachers presented so clearly, as if he had left the classroom mere hours, not decades ago. A simple drawing illustrating the cutaway view of the stone layers appeared on the window.
Alistair presumed he had just left the soil layer and reached the sedimentary one, though he could also be in the metamorphic one, as the first layer was mostly a mix of stone silt and soil. He would ask Nessyra to have some of her assistants look up some geology books. Neshan was more likely to know about subterranean matters than Earth either way, and perhaps there was something valuable down here besides the dungeons strewed about. Surprisingly, no matter how much he traveled the cave system, he found no naturally occurring light crystals, fluorescent fungi, or any other sources of illumination. The only point of interest he had found so far was an underground lake that had some pale blind fish in it. He had caught a few with a sphere of force to be cooked by Barton.
As he ventured further, Alistair entered a vast chasm extending hundreds of meters upward and downward. The highest point of the chamber surpassed the height of the initial gate room; toward the ceiling, he could make out the transition from stone to more silt and dirt. He spotted many entry points and suspected they connected to many of the tunnels he had passed. Within the chamber, sprawling patches of fungi covered much of the surface, their tentacle-like roots reaching out, making them look like spreadeagled jellyfish. The emanating concepts felt toxic, prompting Alistair to avoid direct contact. He reinforced his [Comfort Array] with additional mana in an attempt to filter out any harmful spores. Deep below him, Alistair sensed another anomaly: a magically dense seam in the stone wall, entirely covered by fungi, which made it stand out even more.
Alistair descended down the sheer cliff. It looked climbable, though Alistair was glad he could fly. As he reached the seam, he used [Identify] on one of the shrooms, though he only got [Fungi]. He tried to tear away one of the mushrooms with levitation, though it resisted; using a force sphere proved more successful. He stored the fungi for later analysis as he inspected the seam more closely. Luckily, the shrooms were no monsters, and their tentacles stayed inert.
Alistair recognized it as a metal seam and even recognized the metal, but he used [Identify] to be sure it was [Mithril Ore]. Alistair made a silent fist pump as he dialed Nessyra over the link.
"Hey Nessy, check out what I am looking at," Alistair said silently over the link, sharing his vision.
"What the hell is that perspective? I presume you are using a skill?" Nessy inquired over the link, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Sorry about that. It''s a perception skill of mine. This place is a pitch-black cave system, so I''m trying to keep a low profile for now. I stumbled upon a seam in the first of the three trial worlds, and what you''re seeing is a vein of mithril ore," Alistair clarified over the link.
"That''s great! Mithril is one of the most useful metals; extracting it would be worth the effort. Simon has been supplying me with silver and iron from his trial world, so make sure to bring him along next time you go there." Nessyra replied eagerly.
"Did you encounter any threats, or why do you bother keeping a low profile?" Nessy inquired.
"So far, nothing too threatening. Encountered a Cave Wendigo, but I''m proceeding with caution," Alistair reported. "Fighting underground can trigger collapses or attract more dangerous creatures. This wendigo was particularly stealthy and resilient, suggesting there may be other predators lurking in these caverns." He shared a mental image of the Cave Wendigo as it emerged into the light of his light crystal, captured in his memory.
He heard her shudder over the link before responding. "God damn Cave Wendigos? Those things are real?! They''re creatures from Neshan folklore. I won''t be venturing into that cave anytime soon. And as for something hunting the Wendigo, that''s just their natural way of hunting. They''re silent killers, feasting on demon flesh. However, given your low earth affinity, it''s probably best to avoid risking tunnel collapses. But worst case, we can always send Simon to dig you out."
"Funny, in our folklore, they hang out in forests and have antlers. I think I will head back out and check the next trial world. Did you have luck finding any blacksmith?"
They had been searching for a blacksmith to craft gear, but most were either committed to their own plans or affiliated with other groups. Alistair marked the vein''s location before flying up to one of the chamber entrances closer to the gate room.
"Antlers? Are you messing with me again, or are you serious? And sadly, no, I had no luck recruiting any additional craftsmen yet. However, your brother has built a forge to refine our ore and uses the metal for his own crafting projects."
They continued talking over the link a little longer while Alistair navigated his way back to the gate room with the help of his map. He did hear the occasional clicking sounds, though the wendigos seemed to keep their distance for now. And he would not bother hunting them yet.
Chapter 81: To Catch A Sniper
Alistair directly dialed the second trial world, unsure what to expect. He was glad he had found at least something of worth in the caves, as wandering through pitch-black caves for hours wasn''t exactly exciting. As he stepped through the portal, he hoped the next trial world would be more exciting to explore.
Emerging from the darkness into another dimly lit room, Alistair furrowed his brow as he surveyed his surroundings. Unlike the previous cave-like environments, this room was angular and constructed of magically reinforced concrete, and he could not sense any dungeons. In front of him stood a closed metal door, prompting him to place a light crystal in the center of the room. The air felt dry and dusty, and he could discern a metal table and chair in one corner. Pillars with bands between them, reminiscent of those seen at airport boarding gates, formed a queue leading up to the gate.
"Now, this looks more promising. There might be some tech here if they had a gate station like this," Alistair remarked, surveying the room. He noticed there were emplacements for light sources in the walls and ceiling, though they lacked power. As he approached the door, he heard a distant explosion, followed shortly by the shaking of the earth.
As Alistair pushed open the heavy metal door, a set of stairs emerged before him, leading upward toward a soft, beckoning light. Climbing the steps, he emerged onto the surface to find himself amidst the ruins of a concrete structure, its walls scarred by the telltale marks of explosions. Above him, two suns cast their brilliant light across the sky, though less dry than the bunker below, still held a noticeable humidity. The distant echoes of explosions reverberated through the landscape, accompanied by the incessant buzzing of insects. Flying above the shattered bunker remnants, Alistair surveyed the scene below: a city in ruins, consumed by chaos. Explosions illuminated the skyline, mingling with streaks of laser fire, projectiles, and missiles streaking across the sky.
Alistair surveyed the landscape, witnessing the intense battles unfolding between machines, their clashes reverberating through the air. In the distance, he spotted outposts nestled within dense forests, while soaring higher revealed the vast expanse of a distant sea. Most of the landmass appeared to range from temperate to arid, punctuated by deep green forests and rolling hills. Surprisingly, many of the trees bore a familiar resemblance to pines and cedars, while the grasses below were a comforting shade of green. Scars of battle and partially burned forests dotted the land, with more cities and flashes of conflict visible in the distance.
"Jackpot," Alistair exclaimed with a wide grin.
He understood that while the likelihood of finding plans and blueprints was slim compared to exploring dungeons, capturing and reverse-engineering the war machines present would still provide a significant advantage to his brother''s efforts and, in turn, their clan''s. He felt much more comfortable fighting through machines rather than wendigos in a dark cave.
"Hey, James, check out my view," Alistair said with a smirk as he shared his vision with James over the link.
He could hear excited cheering over the link, and he could feel his brother sharing his vision with others, whom he presumed were their mother and Jessica.
"That''s awesome, Alistair; please fetch me one of those missile launcher robots. Riseth has some blueprints for improvised weaponry, but a proper missile and launching system with intact magic circuits and a power source would go a long way towards letting me work out the functions of magic tech. No offense, but the sentries you brought were ancient and more magic than tech."
James then delved into a flurry of technical details that went over Alistair''s head. He expressed his disappointment with the simplicity of the sentries compared to the potential advancements made possible by incorporating magic with technology.
"Robotics, cybernetics, and figuring out storage cubes. You sure have your hands full," Alistair commented.
"You''re the last person who should lecture me on juggling too many tasks. You and the demon sisters are perpetually busy with something. I can barely keep track of what you guys are doing. Right now, Nessyra is hashing out a contribution-based exchange program with other factions, and god knows what other projects she got going." James said over the link.
"I am starting to see why Neshaan culture encouraged so many parties. What do you mean by contribution-based exchange program?" Alistair inquired as he mapped out the visible area.
James explained that the knowledge of the looming threat from beyond their universe has spread. This made many of the factions more open to the idea of exchanging technical know-how and magical techniques in exchange for something of equal value. This new arrangement would allow James to trade his knowledge of cybernetic hands for other technical expertise of similar value. Nessyra was among those involved in developing the contractual magic underpinning the exchange program. When he told James about the mithril vein, he was much more excited than Nessyra. He said mithril was great for magical circuitry and was much better than the silver he had been using.
After hearing this, Alistair raised his eyebrow; he should perhaps talk to Nessyra to watch her health a bit. Her burning out would be catastrophic. WHAM! Alistair was rudely taken out of his musings as a long-range kinetic bullet struck him. He had been hovering over a battlefield for a while; his [Kinetic Skinguard] had caught the shot and sent it out in a massive shockwave as Alistair dashed toward the ground, glancing into the direction of the shot. He had lost a decent chunk of [Qi] and could hear the panicked voices over the link.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.
"I''m fine. I was preoccupied with scanning and mapping my surroundings. I didn''t anticipate the automata would take notice of me from this distance," Alistair reassured them as another shot whizzed past him. Barely dodging it with his [Temporal Combat Reflexes], he reached a rock outcrop to seek cover, closing the link. Despite his increased [Senses], he hadn''t managed to spot his attacker.
"Probably a damn sniper; good thing I have an automatic defense skill, or that would have torn a chunk out of me..." He grimaced.
Alistair hunkered there for a moment before peeking while using the light manipulation to turn his head invisible. Even when actively using [Conceptual Awareness], he could not spot anything as it was out of range. Alistair uprooted a big bulbous plant growing beside the rock formation. He would not wait out a robot sniper. Instead, he would try to lure it out.
Alistair peeked again before throwing the plant, baiting a reaction that he got as the bulbous plant exploded. He had not seen a muzzle flash, and the shot was too fast, but he had felt the surge in magic and dashed while using [Blink] to close the gap. Another shot flew at Alistair at close range, though with his boosting skill and [Blink], he managed to dodge it and reach his attacker, blending into the environment with the aid of a tarp that perfectly mimicked its surroundings.
Alistair used [Identify] to reveal it as a [Nugan Sniper - lvl 40]. The Robot had a humanoid shape with a sleek and angular design and a low profile to minimize its visibility and make it easier to blend into the environment. Its skeleton was painted in a muted brown and green color with a matte finish that seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting it. It was hugging a large rifle with arcane circuitry all over it, and it had the same color as the robot. Without the short but intense magic surges of the rifle, he would not have been able to find the sniper before it was too late.
Alistair stepped on the rifle to prevent it from being used again before kicking the lying-down robot in the head, forcing it to let go of the rifle and tumble through the underbrush. Alistair stored the rifle in his inventory as he teleported on top of the machine again, pinning it to the ground with his body. It struggled and kicked him as its legs spun around, spikes shooting out of the soles of its feet. It started rapidly hacking into Alistair''s back. The damage was easily directed into the ground as the machine''s threat stemmed from its weapon. Alistair forced open the plating to where he sensed the magical power source, which turned out to be a white crystal that looked like it was in a battery case. He plucked the crystal out, and the machine went limp.
Alistair''s attack slightly tore the camouflage tarp, but he suspected it was not hard to repair and still usable. He stored it along with the sniper''s body in his storage. When he checked the combat log, it said defeated, not slain. Alistair presumed if he were to put the crystal back in, it would spring back to life, yet he could store the robot with no issue. He inspected the crystal with [Identify] which spat out [Storage Crystal], but the result was not helpful. Still, he suspected he could use it to gain storage essences, although he suspected his brother and Riseth would both have a better use for it.
"I wish my Identify would work on things other than opponents," Alistair muttered as he stored the crystal.
He had gotten much closer to the urban battlefield on a forested hill and could spot the occasional drone scouting the surroundings. Alistair pulled out the tarp to stay low for the moment as he took stock of his situation. He was quite confident the sniper was a specialized unit. The sniper itself was weak, but its weapon was not. It was still a tier 10 weapon made of cheap materials but advanced techniques. If there were millions or even billions of machines with equivalent weapons coming, even a higher-tier fighting force would be doomed. Sol had the right idea to create defensive, magically reinforced positions.
Alistair''s musings were abruptly interrupted as a bus-sized flying craft closed in on his position. It looked to use magic to levitate as it lacked wings, and Alistair could sense a magic engine in the center of the craft even from this distance. Unlike the sniper, the craft put little stock in stealth. It was slightly rectangular, yet it had bulbous and rounded flanks with intakes at the front; Alistair was unsure why it would need those, as the craft did not seem to use conventional propulsion. A lettered decal was translated into N3A4Z32 in bold yellow on the ship''s convex part. The craft itself was painted a matte black. It had some slug throwers mounted on the sides and other pipe-like openings at the bottom.
Alistair repositioned himself as stealthy as he could behind nearby trees and undergrowth. The craft was quite fast, and his identity only showed it as [Hover Craft]. It came to a rather abrupt halt above the sniper''s former position as black orbs were shot out of tubes at the bottom of the craft. Once the orbs hit the ground, their storage magic unfolded, releasing a war machine each. Around a dozen heavily armed robots formed a circle, most carrying what Alistair recognized as plasma rifles due to their abundance of glowy bits. Others had a wide assortment of small arms that were built into their bodies, like shoulder-mounted single-use missiles and minigun arms. [Identify] revealed them to be various variations of [Nugan Troopers] [Nugan Recon] [Nugan Heavy Trooper], and their levels ranged from 38 to 45.
The first thing Alistair noticed was the lack of an obvious leader and that most of the troopers radiated magic, unlike the sniper. Alistair presumed they did not sustain themselves on storage crystals and had small mana engines instead, which meant the sniper and its equipment were a potentially valuable catch. With the exception of the heavy troopers, all were bipedal humanoids, much like the sniper, though their coloration was black with yellow decals similar to the hovercraft. The heavy troopers boasted two thick, retrograde legs that supported their massive bodies. Surprisingly, despite their bulk, they moved with remarkable speed and agility. They had the same decal as the troopers. The Recon had better camouflaged armor platings but were lighter and carried light plasma rifles. They carried a pack of what Alistair presumed were grenades and sapper charges, and one carried a backpack with many sensors and antennae on it.
Their arrival was not uncontested. Eight missiles struck the transport hovercraft. Six of them were blocked by a barrier protecting the craft, but the sixth missile smashed the barrier as magical hexagons scattered and flickered out of existence. The following two missiles tore chunks out of the craft, throwing it off course and causing it to crash. This forced both Alistair and the robots to run for the hills as the bus-sized craft came crashing down. Alistair managed to stay hidden, but most of the robots did not. Some of them got crushed under the craft, while others exchanged fire with other robots attacking them from the urban sprawl below.
Chapter 82: Battlefield Trial
From his concealed vantage point, Alistair observed several of the [Nugan Troopers] conjuring metal barricades, which clamped down into the soil and rock to anchor themselves. Based on the magic, the robots summoned the barricade from magical storage rather than using a skill or magic.
"Can robots even get skills? Is possessing a soul a prerequisite?" Alistair pondered silently as he strained to catch a glimpse of the attackers. He recalled from his readings that the cybernaut factions could not simply manufacture new members with souls by procreating; individuals had to undergo the transformation willingly. When he spotted them, he felt confused, as the robots looked incredibly similar both in design and equipment. They had a dark blue matte coloration rather than black, and their decal was red instead of yellow.
Alistair was slightly bothered by the clashing aesthetics as he would have swapped the decal colors between the two. When he finally managed to get a [Identify], it returned as an [Itania Trooper]. Alistair''s best guess was that the system had copied an infighting planet using automata as their primary force. So far, he had encountered two factions, but there was no guarantee there weren''t more out there. He would need to find documents or, more likely, a computer to gather more information. He could continue exploring if the hovercraft had a built-in storage functionality like the Artemis; if not, it would fill up most of his storage and force him to return to his personal space to store it in their storage room.
Suddenly, the crashed hovercraft sprang back to life as one of its slugthrowers pivoted towards the attacking force. Massive casings, each as large as his forearm, ejected with a resounding thud after every shot. Alistair cursed under his breath. He had planned to wait for the automata to weaken each other and snatch up the one [Nugan Recon] who was carrying the communication equipment and claim the hovercraft, but with the crashed craft now drawing attention to itself, it was at risk of getting destroyed.
Alistair stored his new camouflage tarp before teleporting behind the [Nugan Recon - lvl 37], whacking it with the hammer side of his poleaxe into its torso, immediately destroying it due to the power disparity. Alistair was much more powerful than the robots. Compared to beasts and enlightened individuals, they had pathetic stats and relied on weaponry and numbers, though Alistair suspected there might be more elite variants. After storing the recon unit and its equipment, he dashed forward, taking down a trooper using his Razor Blast. Surprisingly, they had little defense against the blast, and Alistair summoned a second one as he scoured the local battlefield of Automata. He had to dodge plasma rounds, but luckily, the stranded craft could not angle its slugthrower at him as he was too close to it. Due to close proximity and the pressure from the Itania units, the Nugan units were screwed. To ensure it would stay that way, he started to shoot down the handful of drones in the air with his [Kinetic Blast].
The Itania units did not fire any more missiles at the craft and instead tried to capitalize on the chaos Alistair was causing. Alistair left some of the Nugan heavy troopers who were still focused on the approaching Itania units. As he turned his attention towards them, there were roughly 8 of them left, most of whom were troopers, but in the back, Alistair could see a [Itania Missile Boat]; it was another hovercraft much smaller than the first, roughly the size of a jeep, on top of it was a trooper on a control console and on its flanks were two missile packs, strangely enough the missile packs had pipelines and tubings which connected to the main craft. Alistair summoned King and told him to use barriers to shield the crashed craft if necessary and kill the Heavy troopers if they caused trouble before teleporting on top of the missile boat.
He lashed out with his poleaxe, crashing into the trooper; both the poleaxe and the trooper shattered. Alistair knew this day would come sooner rather than later. He felt a bit sad seeing his trusty weapon destroyed. He stored its remains and the trooper. He tried to store the whole missile boat, but it resisted. The troopers had not realized he had teleported into their backline yet and were shooting at the enemy troopers and King, who shielded himself from their attacks. King fired a sonic beam, causing devastation in the ranks of the approaching Itania units. It was a recently acquired technique that operated by concentrating a beam of sound similar to a laser, which focused light. It exhibited remarkable flashiness as it distorted the air along its path, resulting in both internal injuries and fractures upon impact with targets. Additionally, the powerful sound waves it emitted caused high-impact damage.
Alistair was checking the console when the slugthrower suddenly took potshots at him. The missile boat had its own shielding, though, after one hit, it shattered. Alistair pulled up his barrier while frantically checking for a storage function through the menu. The console had a keyboard and a link the trooper had been using. Sadly, however, the keyboard''s layout was all over the place and Alistair noticed that most buttons had duplicates, and he had no idea what to type or how to control the interface. He did find a control stick, which he used to get out of the firing line of the slugthrower, occasionally pelting his barrier; his mana was getting low as he pulled behind a concrete structure. The sound of fighting stopped, and only the distant explosions could be heard over the wind. When he took a quick peak, he found King lazying behind the crashed craft where its intact slug thrower could not reach him.
Alistair knew he was on a timer and hurried back to the console. Everything automatically translated for him by his [Myriad language comprehension], so he atleast knew what he was looking at. Alistair presumed the phonetics of the species who built the automata were quite different from Earth. Luckily, they did have a search function in the top left corner of the interface, and typing in help revealed that the craft lacked storage functionality. To store it, he would need to shut it down, which wasn''t that hard as they had multiple power buttons, one of which was under the damn keyboard. He pushed the button, and the craft slowly settled before going inert. He stored it before teleporting back to the crashed transport craft.
Annoyingly, the transport did not have a cockpit or other obvious access point for individuals. After looking the craft over for a few minutes, he found the maintenance hatch, which was slightly buried, so he used earth manipulation magic to reach it. Once inside, he found it a tight fit; whatever race made this was smaller than humans. His arm was just long enough to pull the shut-down lever on the side, and as soon as he did, a hatch opened within the maintenance shaft, revealing a button. He was quite sure it should be storage or maintenance-related. Alistair pushed it; he could hear a ticking and freaked out as he teleported away, storing King back in his plane as he took cover in a distant ditch. The explosion never came; instead, the craft seemingly compacted itself before vanishing in a flash of light. When Alistair teleported back, he found a black storage cube with the code N3A4Z32 on it. He smiled. This was a great haul. He knew some other factions had found similar trial worlds as he encountered more and more advanced gear in the arena. He could not even be sure he was the only initiate on this trial world; in fact, he highly doubted it.
Alistair spent some time collecting the remains of the automata, though most were damaged beyond repair, particularly those that faced King and the slugthrower. He was interrupted when he heard a roaring sound from above; when he looked up, he was filled with dread, and his instincts told him to run. Multiple sets of large missiles were streaking toward him and the nearby urban landscape from both sides of the horizon. He presumed both sides thought they had suddenly lost the locations to an unknown factor and tried to blow up the problem. Sadly, Alistair was the said problem. He teleported and flew as fast as he could towards the gate room; the arc of the missiles indicated it was not one of the targets and had a good amount of distance and terrain in between it and the impact zones.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.
Alistair quaffed a [Mana Potion] for safety as he dashed into the bunker, descending the stairs before firmly shutting the metal door behind him. He was aware of the potential danger of being buried alive. He could not afford to lose the console and the gate; determined to safeguard his only exit, he erected a protective barrier around them as a shield against the incoming onslaught. The room trembled with each thunderous impact from above, causing the earth to shake violently and fill the air with swirling clouds of dust. Alistair, although within the safety of the bunker beneath the ruined structure, huddled near the console, his key at the ready, heart racing with adrenaline-fueled urgency. As the missiles relentlessly pounded the surface, he noticed cracks spiderwebbing across the magically reinforced concrete walls, a testament to the destructive power unleashed above.
"Alistair, what''s going on? Do you need help?" Riseth''s voice echoed concern over the link, her worry palpable through their resonance.
Alistair hesitated for a moment before responding, his senses still on high alert even as the barrage of missiles ceased and the ground stilled beneath him. Suddenly a chime rang out and a small golden chest appeared at his feet, he checked his notifications in confusion.
| Notifications: |
| [Level 43 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available.] |
| Battlefield Trial [Ruins of ?] has been completed!
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He had completely forgotten about the trials; he had not encountered one since the Khid camp, which felt like ages ago.
"I think I am fine," Alistair said, still wary before explaining what he had been doing.
"So you attacked two warring automata factions, stole their gear and vehicles, cut off their communications, and they nuked you in retaliation?" Riseth summarized incredulously.
"And got a chest for it," Alistair added with a nervous smirk on his face.
Alistair could hear her frustrated groan over the link. He inspected the chest curiously. He had not found many chests, and the last trial chest he received had been tailored for him. His Kinetic Combat Gloves had been a game-changer. He could use a new poleaxe, but Alistair hoped this chest would contain something more impactful like the first trial chest.
"I leave you to explore alone for one day. One day! And that''s what you do? Getting nuked? How am I the Trouble in this relationship?" Riseth''s mocking exasperation reverberated through the link.
"Because I like getting into Trouble," Alistair responded without skipping a beat. "Prove it." She challenged.
Alistair let out a relieved laugh. Adrenalin finally flowed out of his system; he was still a little shakey because if any of those missiles had hit his bunkers, he would have been in deep shit. He told Riseth he would be over to make good on the challenge before turning his attention back to the chest in front of him.
He knelt down and lifted the lid; within it, he saw a white nebulous swirling orb of incredibly intense and concentrated magic, though he could not feel any concept radiating from it, just sheer energy. Furthermore, it did not seem to have a physical body, but when he went to pick it up, he managed to grasp it, even though he was holding seemingly nothing as the nebulous energies swirled around his fingers. As soon as he picked it up, the chest vanished, and as information streamed into his brain detailing its exact use to prevent him from ruining the item, a window popped up.
| Item: |
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| [Unique] |
Unattuned Affinity Orb |
[Soulbound]
[Single Use]
[Permanent Boost]
[???]
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An unattuned orb of affinity created by the system during the trial. An item that can improve one''s innate affinity for a concept and those related to it by a smaller degree. Requires the owner to imbue the orb with the concept of the affinity they wish to enhance and must be consumed before the trial ends. |
Alistair let out a whistle. His magical theory research showed that one''s initial concept affinities were determined at birth. Most of them could be improved, some easier than others. Most of them only change through traumatic or intense events during the formative years; some of the research in that field was too dark for Alistair to stomach. Other than that, one the most common ways to improve or worsen an affinity was by changing race, and very rare opportunities are provided by the system during the trial or other system-hosted events that could reward it. He was unsure just how much this orb could improve his affinity, though he suspected it would have to be atleast one step so he could get his below-average earth affinity to be average instead, though that felt wasteful. Perhaps the orb was more effective on weaker affinities than already strong ones. He would need to research the topic or ask Mitania if she was willing to share her insight.
He considered the strange orb in his hand and stored it for now. His immediate inclinations were either kinetics, luck, or space affinity; space was such a powerful and versatile ability in his book, and upgrading it and its affiliated concepts from an already strong affinity was worthwhile. He wasn''t sure just how strong his kinetic and luck affinity was exactly. Kinetics was supposedly his strongest, so he was unsure if using the orb to improve it would just be wasting it or putting him at the peak of what was possible with the affinity. Luck was a very esoteric affinity, which was impossible to improve through practice and was strongly tied to karma. Alistair suspected his luck affinity must be pretty good, considering his time during the trial. He knew some factions even had their status reflect luck like a stat.
Affiliates like magic even touched on proficiency; like luck, magic could affect the user outside of direct spell and skill usage. The revelation that magic affinity affected one''s ability to cast spells explained why some struggled with casting magic more than others. It wasn''t exactly an issue of talent but affinity; luckily, magic affinity could be trained and was one of the easier ones to improve with rituals and material investments. He would seek advice from Riseth, Nessyra, and the rest of his family and acquire the needed measuring orbs to check his affinity beforehand. Even if only to see the difference before and after the use of the item. Alistair turned toward the gate; he had a lot of items to unload and things to organize.
Chapter 83: Crafting Quarters
Once Alistair had left the automata trial world, he had taken the time to peek into the third gate address. It had turned out to be quite mundane and not too dissimilar to his first trial world, although filled with slightly stronger monsters. Including some grade 9 ones, he could spot in the distance. Alistair presumed this was a more linear upgrade to his trial world, perhaps he could find another hub in it.
The following day, Alistair made a quick stop at Nessyra''s to talk with her about his discoveries in the trial worlds, with plans to tackle a more sensitive topic afterward. When he arrived, he noticed that she had reached Grade 9 and had undergone a racial evolution. Her horns had become smoother and somehow less menacing, and her tail had vanished. She told him she had become a Covetix Sovereign. Everyone he knew who managed to reach the next grade had so far been given the option to evolve into a higher-tier subrace based on their affinities and stats. He had heard that people with high enough base stats had been commonly offered the high human subrace but hoped to get better options. After congratulating her and informing her of his discoveries, he shifted the conversation to a more sensitive topic. Urging her not to burn herself out with work. She had reassured him that compared to before the initiation, she had worked just as hard, sometimes to an unhealthy degree, all in order to win her family''s approval.
"I am a bit worried, Nessy; I heard you took on yet another large project. I can''t tell you just how integral you are to the clan, and I am worried you are overworking yourself. If there is anything I can do to help, don''t hesitate to ask." Alistair expressed concern, evident in his tone.
"It means a great deal to me that you and sis recognize my efforts and watch out for me. I never received the acknowledgment I worked so hard for from my previous family," she reflected, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
Alistair sat opposite her desk, his gaze soft yet earnest. "Nessy, I know I am not from Neshan or family yet, but the day I don''t recognize your value is the day you are dealing with a doppelg?nger," Alistair quipped lightly, attempting to lighten the mood.
She chuckled before continuing, "Considering them family might be a stretch; they treated me as a useful tool at best. I am glad I got this second chance to make something of myself on my own terms; it was the push I needed. Or I would still be working my hardest for a family that does not even acknowledge me outside of putting me in an advantageous position for their own self-interests," she said bitterly.
Her features brightened as she looked up at him. "The Clan has been a better family to me than my blood relatives ever were. And you are not the first to talk to me; your mother has given me the exact same talk. She keeps coming over to talk to me over tea," Nessyra revealed.
Alistair smiled knowingly. The revelation wasn''t surprising; it resonated with his mother''s caring and attentive nature. He recalled her recent restlessness and was glad to hear she was returning to her old habits of checking in on others. "My mother can be a bit nosy, but she means well," Alistair remarked with a chuckle.
Nessyra nodded in understanding. "I know. Don''t worry about it; I always look forward to our talks," she admitted with a warm smile.
After exchanging some pleasantries, he took his leave; he decided to make a quick stop at Mitania''s desk to get the key to the [Crafting Quarters] and ask her about the Affinity Orb as well. Nessyra had recommended the luck affinity and reassured him the acquisition of measuring orbs was going quite well. He should be able to measure most of the affinities of interest in the following days.
Alistair approached the desk in the [Study Dungeon]; Mitania looked up at him and put on a concerned frown.
"Hey, Mitania, it''s been a while. What''s with the frown?" Alistair asked, confused.
She made an uncharacteristic pause before speaking up. "You are falling behind. When I first met you, you were among the most promising individuals I had seen. Now, you are above average at best, although very well connected," Mitania said, a worried expression evident even through the foliage that adorned her dryad features.
Alistair was taken aback by her sudden comment, and before he could respond, she continued.
"I am constrained by the rules regarding what I am about to tell you, so I require your consent first to offer you some advice," Mitania said urgently.
"Of course, go ahead," Alistair agreed promptly, leaning in to listen intently.
Mitania''s expression grew more serious as she spoke up. "I can see you''ve been diligently working on your foundation, which is commendable under normal circumstances and would be highly praised outside the trial. However, within the trial, with opportunities abound, you must push yourself rather than worry about the best possible foundation. You are missing out on opportunities snatched away by others, leaving you in the dust as you concern yourself with building an incredible foundation. You have incredible potential, and it is still early enough in the trial to catch up and become a true elite. I think you know what you have to do." Mitania concluded, looking at him intently.
Alistair was shocked. This was not how he had expected this conversation to go. He considered it for a moment. She was correct; while the challenges in the Arena were a lot easier due to his low level and strong foundation. He was missing out on great treasures and other advancements by playing it safe. His improved growth rate alone was a strong argument to support his approach, though he had no idea what he was missing out on, and her candor made it clear he would have to adjust his approach drastically. However, he would make sure not to get himself killed in the process.
"I appreciate your insight, and I''ll certainly take it to heart. Are you referring to opportunities like this?" Alistair asked, his expression grateful as he retrieved the unattuned affinity orb from his storage and showed it to her.
"Exactly opportunities like that. How much do you know about concept affinity?" Mitania inquired, her tone curious yet authoritative.
He elaborated on his understanding of concept affinities, which he considered to improve.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
"I understand that for somebody who has lived most of their life without concepts, affinities may be hard to wrap one''s head around, especially when even talent is a concept. I am impressed by what you already know, but there are some gaps," Mitania told him before elaborating on some of his misunderstandings.
He looked at her, shocked when she mentioned that even talent is a concept. He kept underestimating how deeply concepts were ingrained in everything around him.
"As you already know, every individual has their own affinities, determined by birth and influenced by factors like species, environment, and heritage. Some excel in certain areas while struggling with others, and there''s a limit to how far one can progress through sheer effort alone. Racial evolutions and treasures like your orb can bypass this limit," Mitania explained, noting his surprised expression.
"Don''t worry too much about the talent concept. While it does slightly raise the ceiling, its impact is mostly passive, affecting how quickly someone learns and improves rather than their ultimate potential. Potential is one of the most esoteric and flexible affinities and is determined by a combination of many factors and not just the affinity you start with. Everyone has their own talents and affinities; some people pick up on things faster than others or are just luckier to the point it can be considered unfair. That has been true even before the initiation and introduction of magic, but there is a potential path for greatness for everyone willing to seize or create it," she reassured him.
"For instance, some individuals have a strong aversion to combat, resulting in a low affinity for fighting and related concepts. However, unlike luck, which is notoriously difficult to improve, one can overcome this aversion and low affinity through exposure and dedication. Luck is a wise choice for improvement since it''s one of the most useful and hardest affinities to enhance, and few races naturally excel in it. Unless, of course, you plan on becoming a leprechaun," she added, her tone lightening with a playful smile.
"I''m not sure if Riseth would approve of me becoming a leprechaun," Alistair chuckled.
She smiled before she continued elaborating on some of the finer details and the difficulties when dealing with affinity improvement. Of particular interest was that the orb would be more effective on lower affinities rather than already strong ones. Still, she insisted that using it on hard-to-impossible-improve affinities like luck would be her recommendation.
"Okay, and do you know what this item''s hidden quality is?" Alistair asked curiously.
"Yes, but I am not allowed to tell you, but an educated guess should be possible," She responded, and Alistair knew she was again tiptoeing around the rules again.
His best guess was that the hidden effect would be related to whichever affinity he picked. He mulled it over some more before he nodded and turned back to Mitania, who had observed him with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you, Mitania. I really value your assistance. I also stopped by to request a crafter key so I can leave some items in my brother''s workshop," he expressed gratefully. He had gathered from conversations with others that Mitania was discerning about whom she aided and offered guidance, as many had described her as distant and indifferent toward them.
She handed him the key, and he transferred the 15,000 [USC]. The [Crafting Quarters] were the priciest among the instances and didn''t permit bringing guests along, which explained why most business was conducted within the [Traders Market] & [Nurturing Ward]. It had prevented his mother from visiting the instance sooner. Luckily, their clan had been doing quite well with cash flow, and the costs of the key were easily covered by their arena winnings alone. He bid Mitania farewell before heading for his brother''s workshop.
After stepping through the gate, Alistair found himself walking through the stone corridors, his mind still racing from Mitania''s words. It was the first time he had even visited the [Crafting Quarters]. Much like the [Study Dungeon], everyone had their own isolated space accessible by doors. The stonework reminded him of his first dungeon, and the corridors were not exactly tight but not wide enough for anyone to set up stalls without blocking most of the path. Much like the [Arena Dungeon], there were tons of corridors and sections for the different crafts. Each section had a forum where people could show off their skills or discuss among themselves. However, from the few Alistair had passed, they were not very busy, and the techniques shown there were very introductory to the point that even a child could follow along.
After settling his mind a little and exploring the [Crafting Quarters], he stepped towards a door and knocked lightly, intending to reach his brother''s workshop. The door shimmered and turned incorporeal, and he felt a pull before stepping through. On the other side awaited a vast and bustling workshop, bathed in the radiant glow emitted by an immense light crystal nestled in the high ceiling and by the glow of various arcane and mechanical contraptions. He stood on a metal platform overlooking most of the workshop. The air was heavy with the scent of metal, infused with hints of ozone and the faint aroma of flames. Tables sprawled across the expanse, some laden with dismantled machinery. Mechanical arms were alive with the rhythmic hum of ongoing assembly on small conveyor belts. On the side of the room were gantries showcasing robots and a mechanical suit reminiscent of power armor, its intricate web of exposed wiring and magical circuitry capturing Alistair''s attention. Alistair suspected this was just one of many rooms his brother occupied as he made his way down the metal stairs.
Unfamiliar figures diligently operated a smelting machine, pouring molten metal into molds that solidified into ingots before being placed onto a series of conveyor belts. Alistair suspected these individuals to be followers hired by Nessyra to assist his brother in the workshop. As the workshop buzzed with activity, a pair of large gates swung open, revealing two heavily modified robots emerging from the room. These former Sentries had undergone significant alterations to suit their new role as haulers; their bodies had been expanded, making their original heads appear comically small in comparison.
Alistair felt the sensation of [Identify] wash over him as he was approached by an unfamiliar alien species. The creature could best be described as a large, humanoid, muscular crustacean. It stood tall and upright, measuring roughly two meters in height. With three sets of arms, the first set was large and powerful, extending from its broad shoulders. Below these, a second set of arms, much smaller but exuding an air of precision, followed, and beneath them, a third set, slightly smaller than the first. Horizontal sensory organs protruded from its head. This bipedal creature''s shell was a deep blue with occasional white streaks, complemented by an orange overall that complemented its shell''s color. [Identify] revealed the individual as [Oconoe - lvl 31].
"Welcome, Patriarch. Your brother and Lady Jessica await your arrival in section 3. I''ve been tasked with guiding you there. Shall we proceed?" Oconoe asked after crossing all his arms in what Alistair presumed was a formal greeting.
"Thank you, Oconoe. Please do," Alistair replied, falling into step behind him as they navigated through the bustling workshop, weaving through an array of diverse machinery. Eventually, they reached one of the other large gates, which parted open automatically, revealing another workshop area beyond. This space was characterized by its size and high ceiling, featuring a wide expanse of concrete flooring and towering gantries lining the sides. Alistair surmised that this room was designated for fabricating larger constructs than the previous area they had traversed.
He spotted his brother and Jessica talking to each other over a large metal table with a wide array of tools on it. They noticed their entry, and James waved him over with his cybernetic hands. A sight he still had to get used to.
Chapter 84: Magi Tech
Alistair embraced his brother first and then Jessica, exchanging warm greetings with them.
"It''s Good to see you guys. Where''s Mom? I thought you were working on the storage cube," Alistair inquired.
"We are. And we are close to a breakthrough. Mom is currently busy exploring her own trial world a bit more. She''ll be back later today," James replied.
Alistair managed a faint smile, though inwardly, he felt uneasy about his mother having to venture out and face the dangers of battling monsters. He acknowledged the hypocrisy of his concern, understanding that it was simply a part of the new reality they now faced.
"Shame, I would have loved to see her. Impressive workshop, by the way; just how much of our funds are you burning through?" Alistair inquired, letting his gaze wander over the expansive room they stood in.
"Less than you think. A lot of this comes from the workshops you get with the keys; if you give me access to yours, we have even more space to work with," James said before sending a request over the [Akashic Link], which Alistair confirmed.
James looked anxiously at Alistair, and he knew he wanted to see what he had salvaged from the Automata Trial. Alistair gave him a knowing smile before summoning some of the regular and heavy troopers he had captured. James looked at them excitedly, and Alistair could feel the magic flowing out of his brother.
"How do crafting skills even work? I can tell you are using magic, but I have no idea what you are doing," Alistair said as he leaned on the workbench where his brother had placed one of the more intact Itania troopers.
As his brother meticulously removed the plating enclosing the miniaturized mana engine, Alistair listened intently. "What I''m using could be described as magical industrial radiography," James explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "It lets me see the different layers of what I''m working on. Think of it as X-ray vision, and you''re pretty close."
He continued his explanation as Jessica diligently noted down each part. "A lot of the skills are passive and boost both [Control] & [Senses], and some help with proficiency. One of my most useful ones is an Intuition-based skill that helps me understand what I''m looking at or spot issues in magical circuitry."
"Sorry to interrupt, but I started with the less exciting stuff, and I don''t have the time to watch you disassemble everything," Alistair told James before putting the near perfectly preserved Nugan Sniper, including its rifle and tarp and its storage crystals. James frowned a little before pulling himself away from the now exposed miniature mana engine.
"Well, would you look at that? So you can capture equipment without bashing it to bits," James said as he inspected the Sniper before picking up its rifle it looking down the barrel with a huge smile.
Alistair smirked at his brother''s goofy smile. He looked like a kid in a toy store despite Alistair not having pulled out the big guns yet. Alistair stepped to the side and pulled the Itania Missile Boat from storage, which caused both Jessica and James to drop everything they were doing and gushed over the newest addition.
"I can''t believe you managed to acquire an intact magi tech missile launcher system," James exclaimed, his excitement palpable. "This is one of the most sought-after pieces of tech in the entire exchange program, right up there with spacecrafts and advanced cybernetics. I can think of countless applications for this and the hover tech alone. With these, I''ll have to rebuild my power armor from scratch."
His brother started gushing over even more complicated technical terms, particularly once he inspected the tanks that fed into the missile pods. Apparently, they were connected to the plane of metal, pulling liquid metals needed to create the missiles and assembling and priming them with built-in magical circuitry and runes in the tubes.
"If you can obtain metal from planes, why bother with mining and processing ore?" Alistair questioned, puzzled by the apparent shortcut.
"It''s simple," James replied. "Summoned material loses integrity the longer the metal is separated from its plane. For something as temporary as a missile or magic attack, it works just fine."
"Alright, there is one last thing, though be warned, it is automated, so be careful when activating it," Alistair said as he pulled out the storage cube containing the transport craft.
James took it and inspected the cube, and a small hologram showing its content appeared. Jessica and James looked at the projection with amazement.
"I could kiss you," James exclaimed, his eyes glued to the projection. Jessica shot him a sidelong glance.
"Hard pass. I''d rather you pay more attention to your fianc¨¦e. You look just as likely to make out with that cube as with her," Alistair said jokingly.
Jessica pouted indignantly at Alistair''s remark, giving him a reproachful look, while James turned to her with an apologetic expression.
"I think I''ll pick up that disassembly skill after all, or I''ll be working on this all year," James commented as he placed down the cube.
"I received an urgent reminder from Mitania today to not squander the opportunities provided by the trial. While I understand that crafters have a different path, it''s crucial to capitalize on the trial. After the trial, you can work on the machinery to your heart''s content. I know you are itching to work on this stuff. But hear me out it''s a bad idea to redo your power armor. I recommend just upgrading it. You''ll be more than capable of excelling in the arena and navigating most trial worlds for some time," Alistair advised with a worried expression.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.
James looked at Alistair with a slightly pained expression as he wistfully glanced back at the cube.
"I get it. I know you''re right, but you don''t understand how badly I want to retrofit this baby. A personal combat hovercraft would be useful and incredibly badass." James let out a sigh. "What do you think I''ll need to handle your automata trial?"
"Automated defensive skills like shielding are a must. I was sniped by that rifle while mapping the area out of nowhere. Also, I took a quick peek outside the bunker, and they''ve obliterated most of the urban sprawl and surrounding forests. So having the ability to get the hell out of dodge with teleportation would be another requirement before I''d let you come along," Alistair explained.
His brother scratched his chin, walking toward one of the workbenches as he placed down the cube and turned to face Alistair.
"One week. I should have my suit completed and field tested in the arena. Would you take Jessica and me along if we manage to fulfill those requirements?" James asked.
Alistair contemplated for a moment. He had been considering organizing an expedition to the automata trial, which could provide valuable experience and improve coordination among clan members.
"It will be a straight-up warzone, and I only agree to this if we organize it as an expedition for the whole Clan. Getting everyone prepared and on board with it will be your job," Alistair responded.
"So, convince people to come along and develop sufficiently strong shielding and teleportation equipment? It''s a good thing I''ve already developed a Blinkcore that allows my suit to use the [Blink] skill," James remarked confidently.
"If you require more time, that''s fine. I''d rather not rush and lose somebody," Alistair emphasized.
James nodded confidently. "Leave it to me. I''ve got plenty of projects waiting for this exact kind of magi tech. You''ve brought me a treasure trove: miniaturized mana engines, magic hover propulsion, stealth equipment, communication, and sensor gear. Heck, Zathron might even be able to help me hack into their communication networks," he listed eagerly. "Go do your thing, Alistair. The Veteran Arena matches should start soon, and I wouldn''t want you to miss out on my account."
Alistair checked the time and cursed he was cutting it close, so he said his quick goodbyes and hurried to the Arena Dungeon. He signed up and informed Nessyra to place bets on him just before the betting pools were about to close. He sat down on a free bench and checked his skills. Alistair still had one free skill point and two possible upgrades he had been holding off on. He was quite sure if he picked the upgrade on his [Kinetic Skinguard], it would have a low chance of becoming legendary tier. He had been focusing on molding more resistance and refining it, though he had not yet gotten a linear upgrade. He still had some time before reaching the next grade, and he might get another idea besides linear upgrades to push it into the legendary tier, so he confirmed the skill upgrade.
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| [Supreme] |
Kinetic Skinguard
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This skill allows the user to absorb and effectively redistribute kinetic energy [KE] automatically upon touching the user''s skin. The skin has been tempered, remolded, and refined with the essences of [Stability], [Resistance], and [Heavenly Purity] in order to resist any attempt to dispel or disperse or manipulate the skill with high efficiency. If possible, the skill will automatically dispel Kinetic and related energies and store them in up to two orbiting spheres of force at a moderate cost of [MP] relative to the KE stored. Once these spheres are at capacity, any energy overflow will be dispelled through kinetic shockwaves unless directed otherwise by the user. This ability comes at the cost of a small portion of [Qi] proportionate to the absorbed kinetic impact. The user may redirect and use the absorbed energy through their body but increases [HP] damage taken over time the longer the energies are held onto.
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Alistair read the skill description; one thing was for sure: he could push the skill by splitting the energy cost by using both [Qi] and [MP], aiming to use the more efficient one until he ran out. He would also try to get a hang of three or more spheres rather than two. Skill upgrades were one of the more obscure topics he had tried to research. Most tried to measure tiers by numbering them. In his mind, he had planned out his tier list to start with trash and end with legendary. However, he could not help but leave the possibility of higher tiers open as he subconsciously could not help but add more tiers like the mythic and god tiers above it. His skill was technically an 8 out of 9 on his official scale when leaving out the mythic and higher tiers.
Alistair''s inner perfectionist was having difficulty coming to terms with the fluid nature of the system. He knew he had already overdone it with his foundation building, and he decided to not hold back on leveling up anymore after the free-for-all all event, which put a final timer on his planned skill upgrade. He was interrupted by the familiar window popping up.
| Veteran League (lvl 40-44) |
| First-time participation counts towards [Gladiator] title. |
| Rounds: 1/10
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| Time left to confirm: 39 Seconds |
| Opponent:
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Masrangi Tameos - lvl 42
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| Do you wish to Participate?
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[No] |
Alistair blazed through the first three fights with little issue. The only surprising thing was the arena; it had changed every time he had entered. The first arena had been a jungle, the second an open field with hills, and the third a flat circular arena surrounded by water. He entered the arena for a fourth time. Instead of salty water, the air was earthy and stale, with a faint smell of wood. He was surrounded by tall medieval buildings made of stone and wood. He had no straight line of sight to his opponent''s bubble. He knew his opponent was [Vilagoros Damdos - lvl 44] and wondered if he finally would meet his match. His opponent''s name atleast sounded draconic in nature. When the bubble fell Alistair flew towards the closest tower to get a better view, as soon as he took to the air the building that had stood between him and his opponents were split in two as they were forcefully slashed in half. Alistair, who had already left his position, looked in surprise at his bestial opponent, who had swung what looked to be a somewhat broad nodachi with an adamantine shine to it.
Chapter 85: Worthy Opponent
Alistair landed on the tower and surveyed the environmental damage from above. Vilagoros had unleashed a devastating sword slash resembling a sickle, which cleaved through two buildings between them and inflicted damage on the structure behind Alistair''s initial starting position. Upon closer inspection, Alistair observed that the cut was clean in the center but exhibited signs of strain and force along its edges, evident in the presence of cracks and tears. This indicated that Alistair could intercept the energy slash as it relied heavily on force rather than just cutting or an esoteric concept.
His bestial opponent looked at him from across the township. Vilagoros had a dog-like yet draconic head with two spiraled horns pointing down its snout. Its red eyes had a glow to them that Alistair could see even from this distance. It had a thick, muscular body covered in black fur and scales and a thick gray lion-like mane around its neck and shoulders. He wore classic yet elegant samurai-themed armor with a wide shoulder plate shielding much of his left side. The armor had a dark red coloration. Around his waist was a Japanese-looking white decorative cloth band. Vilagoros lacked boots; his scaled and clawed feet did not need them. He had a wide nodachi-like sword made of adamantine slung over his shoulder. He stared intently at Alistair, waiting for him to make a move.
Alistair grew a little excited. This was the first time he had encountered a sword fighter and a seemingly worthy opponent in the Arena. His intuition told him his opponent was dangerous, and he lamented that he had no replacement for his poleaxe, not that any of his current weapons would survive more than a few clashes anyhow. He could form a weapon out of force; he had practiced that skill in his downtime for emergency parries. It would take up a lot of his focus, but it had the resilience to clash with Vilagoros'' weapon. Alternatively, he could just play it safe and fight at range.
"Are you going to come down and face me, or are you just another runner?" Vilagoros growled, his voice a low, gravelly bark reminiscent of a canine''s.
"I''m just lamenting that my preferred weapon broke recently. So I''m debating between improvising or just blowing you up," Alistair retorted, eliciting his opponent''s loud barking laughter.
"Do me a favor and just fight me with everything you have! I have been waiting for a worthy opponent, and it does not matter how you fight as long as you can challenge me." Vilagoros declared eagerly.
Alistair''s grin widened from ear to ear as Vilagoros, in one smooth motion, slung his sword from his shoulders and sliced through the tower Alistair was standing on, sending another energy blade arcing out at incredible speeds. Alistair, in turn, hurled a set of explosive blasts toward Vilagoros, who dodged them with rapid movement as he stepped into the air on what looked to be clouds forming under his feet. Vilagoros continued launching energy blades while Alistair returned fire with kinetic and razor blasts, too fast to be caught. Alistair was confident in outlasting Vilagoros in a ranged duel, who must have come to the same conclusion as he did. Vilagoros dashed toward Alistair at high speed, blocking one of Alistair''s razor blasts with his own blade. Sparks flew from the continued impact as Alistair pushed back on his pursuer.
Alistair activated his bloodcurdling presence to suppress his opponent passively. In response, Vilagoros used a breath attack that filled a large chunk of the arena with clouds, dampening Alistair''s senses as his opponent shattered his razor blast and vanished in the clouds. Before Alistair managed to leave the expanding clouds, his conceptual awareness warned him of his incoming opponent, who seemed to move even faster within the clouds. Alistair activated his temporal combat reflex boosting skill as he managed to raise his shield to block the first slash of his opponent, robbing it of most of its momentum before the dispersal magic managed to break through his skill as his shield blocked the rest of the attack. The kinetic energy was transferred into a sphere that shot out of Alistair''s body and started orbiting around him. Alistair summoned one of the blades he had taken from the dragonfly Navih elite Karnec and lashed out at Vilagoros, who parried the attack with little effort, showing the large disparity in skill. Alistair continued his assault with his boosting skill, allowing him to keep relative parity with his more skilled opponent as he continuously siphoned kinetic impacts from the dog wyvern attacks, transferring and storing the kinetic energy within the nearby sphere.
Vilagoros stopped his assault, deciding to attack the almost-filled nearby sphere with his sword. The unleashed Kinetic shock strained his arm to its limits, nearly causing him to lose grip on his blade. The blade looked untouched, but deep fissures marred his scaled arm while his fur-covered regions bore bruises, and his armor cracked, some parts shattering under the force. Alistair took advantage of Vilagoros being thrown off balance as he slammed him with a fully charged, repulsive blast, which sent him through a nearby building and into the floor, leaving a moderately sized crater. The force of the impact momentarily dispersed the summoned clouds, revealing the chaos beneath. Alistair followed up with rapid-fire explosive blasts.
The clouds around Vilagoros reformed and coalesced into a thick wall, effectively blocking the explosive blasts and obscuring Alistair''s vision of his opponent. Alistair had hit him with multiple explosive blasts, and Vilagoros looked quite a bit worse for wear. The clouds turned into black thunderclouds, and lightning lashed out in Alistair''s direction, who barely managed to summon a barrier thanks to the clouds telegraphing the incoming attack. His Kinetic skinguard skill still struggled with energies other than kinetics, particularly lightning, and frost; he had a much easier time with fire, presumably because he had an easier time controlling and conceptualizing it. Vilagoros was too dangerous of an opponent to train on, especially with a growing arena title on the line. Alistair used his resist element spell to increase his resistance against lighting as his barrier skill was not automatic yet before using Blink.
"Big mistake," Alistair commented as he teleported next to Vilagoros on the ground. The Dog-wyvern had streams of clouds envelop him, forming a Hagoromo over his head. They were silvery with emerald-colored lines, and Alistair could sense they were healing him. At this point, Alistair was quite confident that Vilagoro''s strongest affinity should be clouds, which he complemented with swordsmanship. Vilagoros let out a barking laugh.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
"Good, keep it coming!" He growled as he pointed his large blade at Alistair.
Alistair smirked as he sent out two razor blades in a mirroring arc at Vilagoros, their trajectory tracing a graceful oval shape before converging on their target as Alistair dashed at Vilagoros himself. He swapped his current blade for another as his first one was about to break. Vilagoros, for his part, jumped back with his cloud step and expended a good amount of mana to envelop his blade in dispersal magic and shatter the two razor blasts coming at him. The clouds enveloping him turned black, telegraphing his attack again as electricity crackled around them. Alistair summoned another barrier as two bolts of lightning stopped his approach. They impacted his barrier with a loud thunderclap; the barrier slightly cracked but held firm before being shattered by Vilagoros bringing his blade down upon it. The dispersal magic sent the disconnected magical hexagons in every direction, damaging some of the nearby stone walls. Alistair smiled and was about to test one of his newest body cultivation adjustments. He brought up his curved blade to meet Vilagoros nodachi. When they made contact, Alistair channeled his [Right Hand Time Out] through his weapon, something he had been working to improve on his accidentally augmented body part.
As Vilagoros shattered through the barrier, Alistair''s kinetic skin guard skill and the effects of the [Right Hand Time Out] skill proved too overwhelming for him to disperse, freezing him in place. Alistair heard a satisfying chime and wasted no time, unleashing a rapidly charged, unstable blast at point-blank range while giving his opponent an apologetic smile. Despite his mana and Qi dropping rapidly from the exertion, Alistair forced Vilagoros to remain in place, continuously charging the unstable blast that was about to explode. Finally, he unleashed the blast, connecting with Vilagoros and causing a violent explosion that tore through much of the surrounding arena buildings. Though Alistair managed to teleport away, avoiding most of the damage, he still found himself surrounded by two completely filled orbs of kinetic energy orbiting around him.
Alistair knew he had successfully upgraded his [Right Hand Time Out], though he also knew the skill would only properly upgrade once the tournament ended. But he could still recreate the effects manually if he needed to. Alistair readied himself to continue the fight as he was teleported out of the arena, standing in front of the bench that was now occupied by one of the many rabbitkin who gave him an odd look. Alistair gave a polite nod as he walked away. As he did, he received a ping from King, who had sensed Alistair was back in the arena. Alistair hurried towards the beast arena to sign up King, who wanted to go for some rounds himself. His countdown had started shortly after returning to the arena, but luckily, Alistair managed in time.
None of the subsequent five matches matched Vilagoro''s strength and skill. The most formidable opponent was a Lamia mage wielding water magic, slicing through the environment effortlessly. However, her reliance on high-pressure water streams and blades worked against her when facing Alistair. He used her attacks as a chance to refine his skills, absorbing the kinetic energy and storing it in additional spheres beyond the system-assisted two. Eventually, once he reached five spheres, he felt his focus reaching its limits. He then used all the stored kinetic energy to unleash a devastating kinetic blast from close range that blasted the lamia to smithereens.
In between the matches, Riseth called him to inform him she had managed to upgrade her race to [Body Cultivating Succubus]. He was as excited over the news as she was, as they were now ready to take on the event. She planned on increasing her levels a bit before the tournament and had made a trip to check her own new gate addresses, which she had recently uncovered from an event.
He was now waiting for his last match on a bench near the beast arena. In the distance, he spotted Enya minding her own business, signing up some of her own beasts. He wondered if she had let slip that Sol could trap him for his benefit. Was it a subverted way to let him know of the danger Sol posed? If so, why would she still choose to follow him? Did she truly speak out of turn out of overzealousness? Nessyra mentioned the possibility of spies present at the party, which might have been a factor. Nessyra had cultivated her own network of spies with Alistair''s and Riseth''s consent, some of which had infiltrated Sol''s followers. Either way, approaching her would be a bad idea. Sol had been generous and quite open, though Alistair would not presume to be able to read a god''s true intentions, as he was one of the biggest threats to them and their freedom, and they would keep him at arm''s length.
Alistair''s current plan was to grow as strong as possible as fast as possible. There were probably a lot of time-sensitive titles and events like the slayer titles, so he would push himself within the slayer world as it was the most promising instance of progress. Perhaps there was a continuation of the slayer title or other challenges and trials hidden within it.
| Veteran League (lvl 40-44) |
| First-time participation counts towards [Gladiator] title. |
| Rounds: 10/10
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| Time left to confirm: 34 Seconds |
| Opponent:
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Iatok - lvl 41
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| Do you wish to Participate?
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| [Yes] |
[No] |
Alistair considered the comparatively low level, which usually indicated high skill instead of reliance on stats. Alistair confirmed the window as he appeared in a hot and humid jungle with vines draped across the trees. He could hear the loud buzzing of insects and birds singing and smelled the wet, musty air that seemed to teem with life. He could not spot his opponent''s bubble as there was quite a bit of jungle between him and his opponent. Alistair braced himself to teleport away from his starting position as he watched the countdown tick down.
Chapter 86: Killer Rabbit
The bubble fell, and Alistair teleported to the side into the canopy above. He did not have to wait long before a white blur streaked across the jungle floor below. Whatever Iatok was, Alistair could tell it focused its stats almost entirely on power. Its energy reserves were almost fleeting compared to Alistair, who activated his [Temporal Combat Reflex] boost. There had to be some boosting skills at work as well. Alistair sensed Iatok''s high-speed attack coming and partially dodged as he received a shallow cut across his neck through his armor. Bypassing most of his defensive skill, his absurdly high [HP] pool shielded him from most of the damage as his body resisted the attack and was already in the process of healing the damage. With the help of his boosting skill, he was fast enough to see his attacker. It was a white Rabbitkin with red eyes, enchanted leather armor, and two blades about the length of a dagger, though it would be sword length for the rabbit.
"Iatok is a glass cannon, and the terrain is in his favor. A holy hand grenade would sure be handy right about now," Alistair mused with a smirk as he teleported above the canopy as high as the energy dome above the arena allowed.
The terrain was heavily in the rabbit''s favor, and he would even the odds in his favor a little. Alistair proceeded to rain down both explosive and fire blasts into the jungle below, setting it ablaze and destroying much of the cover it provided. He managed a glance at the rabbit, who dashed out of the way of his attacks, summoning small magical platforms to propel himself with a dashing skill rather than flying or teleporting. Alistair admired Iatoks ingenuity; the rabbit made full use of his [Power] specialization and low-energy pools, which meant he was dealing with a clever opponent, but there were multiple glaring weaknesses.
Alistair unleashed the full brunt of his bloodcurdling aura, and Iatok stopped at the edge of the forest, looking at him trembling fearfully as he flattened against his body with his hair on end. The Rabbitkin had focused far too much on pure offense, and Alistair had the resilience and the variety of abilities to survive the Rabbitkins lethal strikes and quite literally dominate him with mind attacks. His fear-based mental attack proved to be incredibly effective, and it would force the Rabbit to attack as hiding would only delay the inevitable as Alistair could just radiate his aura passively, which would eventually weaken Iatok to the point Alistair could finish him off without a fight. Alistair decided to use more mental attacks manually as he tried to imitate the vicious mockery skill he had not picked up yet.
"What''s wrong, Stabbit? I heard you guys are bloodthirsty beasts, but all I see is a scared little shit," Alistair taunted, levying his superior mental stat to crash down on the rabbit. Alistair could not properly read Iatok''s body language or expression. Still, his Intuition told him the rabbit kin was most likely in internal turmoil, being both put off by fear and urged to spurn into action under Alistair''s provocation and threat. Alistair scoffed at Iatok as he sent another wave of mental attacks his way, finally spurring the Rabbitkin into action as he charged at Alistair like a white and red blur even through his time-dilated vision.
Alistair unleashed an incredibly bright flash of light, which he had learned from Riseth''s light manipulation. Blinding the Rabbitkin charging at him with reckless abandon, causing Iatok to miss his attack and unleashing it on the dome of the arena, which rippled violently but held firm no worse for wear. Alistair instead grabbed the disoriented rabbit by his ears with his [Right Hand Time Out] active. Beheading the frail rabbit with one smooth motion using one of the Navih blades combined with his [Razor Slash], ending the match then and there.
He reappeared in the beast arena section, followed by a set of chimes. Energy flowed through his body as the level-ups and title benefits bolstered his stats. He pulled the Notifications to check. He frowned at some of the phrasings the notifications provided. He modified it to specify the nature of the skill upgrade, realizing that knowing his kinetic grappler had evolved into another kinetic grappler was redundant. He applied a similar logic to his titles, with the exception of changing title names. As a final touch, he added Roman numerals to his gladiator title, deeming it more fitting.
Alistair also decided to finally pick up the [Kinetic Grappler] skill. He had been utilizing the technique manually for quite some time, and the realization that he hadn''t officially acquired the skill felt like a neglectful oversight. Alistair felt that turning it into a proper skill was long overdue, as it would improve his efficiency, and he was likely to obtain additional benefits and stat bonuses when turning the technique into a proper skill. He was proven right as the skill underwent an immediate linear upgrade as he picked it up.
| Notifications:
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| The Skill [Right Hand Time Out] has been upgraded to [Chrono Seizing Hand].
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| [Level 44 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available.] |
| [Level 45 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available. Skill selection available.] |
| [Level 46 reached. Stat points allocated, free stat points available.] |
| The Gladiator title has been upgraded to [Gladiator VI]
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| The Trial Tournament Champion title has been upgraded to [Veteran Trial Tournament Champion]. |
| The Skill [Kinetic Grappler] has been obtained. |
| The Skill [Kinetic Grappler] has undergone a linear upgrade.
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After fixing his notifications a little, Alistair gave an appreciative whistle while spreading out his saved-up stat points. The much more challenging opponents had provided him with a healthy amount of records based on the number of level-ups. They had not been real threats yet, but there was a noticeable increase in strength compared to the previous trial tournaments. The expert tournament should be much more challenging, especially if he managed to increase his level significantly in the meantime. He had found a sweet spot by lagging behind most of the truly strong individuals who had already reached much higher arena tournaments. At the same time, he had focused on an incredible foundation and skills for his level. Though he doubted he was the only one and counted himself lucky for not being matched up with them. Satisfied with his gains, he turned his attention to his skills.Stolen story; please report.
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| [Supreme]
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Kinetic Grappler
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The user robs opponents of their momentum at the cost of a minuscule amount of [Qi] or [MP] compared to the [KE] stolen. If possible, the stolen [KE] will automatically be used to harm opponents if connected either magically or physically to the user. The user may repurpose the stolen [KE] or store it in spheres provided by the [Kinetic Skinguard] skill. This skill has moderate resistance against outside interference by using the user''s augmented skin and body. The skill provides a moderate bonus against opponents attempting to resist or disperse the effects of this skill.
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| [Epic] |
Chrono Seizing Hand
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Your right hand can slow down time for anything it touches to an extreme degree at the cost of [MP] or [Qi]. The cost depends on the difference in grade and any other relevant resistances or weaknesses between the user and the object or individual affected. This effect can be extended through any weapon or object held within the right hand at a minimal loss of efficiency. Chrono magic requires the user to either be magically or physically connected to the target to take effect.
Your right hand has been refined, cleansed, remolded, and tempered using the large quantity of powerful chrono essence already infused into it, integrating it as an augmented body part. It now provides inherent resistance against outside manipulation.
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Alistair had devoted significant effort to refining his right hand, meticulously purging inefficiencies and harmonizing conflicting layers of chrono magic. Despite this, he was somewhat surprised by the skill''s tier, considering the chromatic magic within his hand surpassed that of any other augmented body part in magical density by a considerable margin. Alistair suspected it might be on the brink of reaching a higher tier, but its practicality was limited due to its constrained flexibility and specific applications despite its remarkable efficiency. Augmenting it with the customary layer of [Heavenly Purity] proved to be a seamless integration, synergizing unexpectedly well with the chrono magic. Additionally, he incorporated extending and stabilizing essences, enabling him to seamlessly extend the effects of his chrono magic through any weapon or object grasped in his right hand. This concept bore a striking resemblance to his utilization of the [Kinetic Grappler] technique. Alistair hoped that by combining two distinct layers of momentum-arresting abilities, he could render it significantly more difficult for opponents to resist or overpower his magic.
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| [Epic]
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Mentor
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When teaching and nurturing others, the user reduces the requirements and difficulty of skill acquisition for his students based on his understanding of the skill. There is a scaling bonus when teaching skills of [Rare] or higher tier.
Significant bonus when teaching Body Cultivation techniques.
Moderate bonus when teaching user-acquired skills.
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| [Rare] |
Arcane Energy Manipulation
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Increases the efficiency at which the user converts and transfers energies such as Mana into Qi by a moderate amount using arcane means. Reduces overall energy loss from transferring and converting energies within the user''s body by a large amount. The user''s augmented physiology optimizes the conversion process within their body, albeit at a slightly reduced rate outside the body compared to internal conversion. |
| [Uncommon]
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Sphere of Privacy
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The user generates a sphere of privacy, impeding others from perceiving or discerning activities within its confines through mundane or magical means. This shield prevents eavesdropping and thwarts any attempts at identifying or observing events occurring within the sphere. |
| [Uncommon] |
Carve Enchantments |
Increases the [Control] & [Senses] when carving enchantments into objects. Increases [Power] of any enchanted object if possible. An overall increase in the resilience of crafted objects. |
The acquisition of the mentor and arcane energy manipulation skills didn''t catch Alistair off guard. His extensive experience in manipulating energies, combined with his teaching endeavors in the [Nurturing Ward], had naturally paved the way for such skills.
The [Arcane Energy Manipulation] skill, in particular, had a lot of potential. Alistair immediately made plans to combine the skill with one of his body cultivation projects. Alistair had planned to fashion his heart into a mana engine of sorts. A physiological feature associated with dragon hearts. Which incidentally were the initial inspiration for mana engines and reactors. They were usually fueled by ambient mana. Alistair, being a body cultivator, naturally breathed in and filtered for essences, which also meant he absorbed larger quantities of ambient mana. So, why not harness all that mana to his advantage?
Molding his nose and lungs had increased the quantity, quality, and range from which he could extract mana and essences from the air. It was still quite short-range, but he presumed that would drastically change as he climbed the grades. Alistair presumed his arcane affinity had to be quite high, as the process of manipulating and controlling mana had been relatively smooth for him.
The carve enchantment skill originated from Alistair trying to recreate the consumable rune sticks just to see if he could. He had done so during one of his cultivation sessions when he got tired of reading and wanted to occupy himself with something else. He had used an old fallen branch from his ginkgo tree, and his experience in arrays had greatly helped him in the process. He had successfully crafted a barrier rune stick, though it was of rather low quality compared to the ones he had obtained from the first dungeon.
Alistair had been training to see if he could cultivate while walking and doing other tasks but found that, aside from tempering and breathing, it wasn''t feasible yet, even at reduced efficiency. Even when sitting still and carving the rune stick, he discovered the limits of his focus as soon as he attempted to imbue the stick with magic. Having crafting options was in Alistair''s interest as he would get fewer skill options once he reached the next grade, so he hoped for them to appear for versatility''s sake.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with his gains. He decided to call Riseth because he wanted to hunt in the Slayer world. Part of him wanted to go alone, but neither of them felt comfortable with the idea of the other facing the dangers there alone, so they came to a compromise to venture into that particular trial world together.
Chapter 87: Monster Pair
Fetching King felt akin to picking up a child from daycare, especially considering the wyvern''s reluctance to leave the arena where he felt most at home. Alistair pondered whether King''s creation and intended fate within the arena had forged a deep connection between the wyvern and such environments. Alistair ensured that King was not missing out on any big events. Once Alistair told King where they were headed, King grew much more excited and eager to go along with Alistair. King had been doing quite well in the arena and was one of the more well-known beasts. Though by far not the strongest, King was a crowd favorite, as he loved to show off. He was also the only one of his sub-species that had been entered into the beast arena, which helped him stand out even more. However, that did not mean much, as wyverns were incredibly diverse.
Riseth and Alistair met at the cave inside the Trial worlds. They planned to scour the mountains before heading for some glaciers in the east. They had skipped sleep as going to sleep every night was too wasteful, even if it helped with the buildup of stress.
"Should we take turns killing monsters, killing the ones trying to interfere like last time?" Riseth asked as they flew over the mountainous landscape.
"We could, though I''m unsure if it gives great benefits, and we need to ensure we don''t accidentally advance our grade before the tournament. We could team up instead and work on our teamwork. We might get different titles for that. Also, did you get the [Man Of Change] title?"
"It''s not [Man Of Change]. Mine''s [Mistress Of Change], but it functions the same way. Also, let''s team up for some monster hunting," Riseth replied, her smile widening.
Alistair returned the smile. They had been doing a lot of training together and fighting against their friends in mock battles, but it had been a while since they actively hunted and fought together against the same enemy. Riseth had improved her shield to work automatically based on threat detection. Alistair, in turn, had managed to imbue magic to avoid friendly fire into most of his spells. Riseth had followed Alistair''s example and doubled down on defense skills by developing a skill that extended a thin veil of space magic around her that reacted violently to attacks and redirected and bent attacks away from her and her allies. In some instances, she even rebounded the attacks back toward their originators. They had been testing that skill against Alistair''s blasts. They found that the more magically charged attacks were too powerful to be redirected, but the weaker blasts had hurled back at Alistair.
She had also attempted to create a laser beam based on her light manipulation skill, but it wasn''t particularly powerful yet. With the skill book she had bought in the [Nurturing Ward], she had a free skill point to develop an independent skill that manipulated space to twist and warp around her weapons and even extend to localized areas up to a degree. Her extending bone blades now caused much more internal damage than her poisons ever did. Using non-magical poisons without specializing in crafting them had lost more and more effectiveness the further they progressed in levels. Her subsequent skill goal was a potent ranged attack. Riseth had tried to replicate Alistair''s blasts but discovered that her affinities did not align nearly as well with the skill as his did.
Through the cold whistling wind, they heard a roar from nearby that drew their attention. Alistair got closer to Riseth, and they turned invisible to investigate. They found a large creature that looked like a mix between a Sabertooth tiger and a Drake. It possessed both scales and fur, which were adorned in white with gray patterns, aiding it in seamlessly blending into its surroundings. It was adorned with two thick bull-like horns, and its eyes were rather small compared to the rest of its body. Alistair wondered if it was a wyvern of sorts, though it lacked wings. So, it would probably be classified as a drake. Its scales, particularly on its back, looked incredibly thick and would likely make for some great armor. Alistair noticed that the most well-protected areas were places it could not reach with its claws, head, or long spiked tail. [Identify] revealed it to be [Griteran - lvl ?]; despite its hidden level, Alistair could tell the beast was similar in strength to the other monsters they fought, perhaps a bit more powerful.
Alistair and Riseth nodded at each other as they descended on the Griteran, who was busy eating one of the Nari they had fought before. Riseth was the first to attack, teleporting near its neck, slamming her bone blades into it, one of the few vital parts not covered in thick, scaly plates. Her blades were wrapped in space magic, flickering with a surprisingly colorful display showing glimpses of something more. The Griteran let out a mighty roar as it stood on its hind legs before violently shaking itself, trying to get Riseth off its body. It tried to crush her by smacking its head against a rockface, but Alistair intervened, arresting its momentum and storing the kinetic energies in one of his spheres. Riseth continued hacking her extending blades into the neck of the monster with the space magic wreaking havoc on its body.
It would have perished on the spot if it had been of a lower grade. Grade 9 marked a stage where the first organs vanished as the rest became much less vital; beyond crushing its brain, the loss of other organs wouldn''t immediately result in death. At this grade, beings primarily relied on their [HP] or equivalent energy for resilience rather than the integrity of their organs. This transition marked the initial step toward becoming a true magical being, as they could regenerate any lost organ, provided they survived the encounter. Losing an organ could still be impairing, some more than others.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
Alistair swiftly teleported to its legs using his razor slash to cut into one of its leg tendons to hamper its mobility. He was somewhat deep in thought as he witnessed the monster''s unnatural resilience. Alistair already looked forward to that stage as it would reduce the chance of sudden death by a large margin. However, one of the big drawbacks of being a body cultivator was that when his organs were damaged or lost, it would take him much longer to repair himself. He would also be unable to use any given effects associated with the damaged or lost organ, potentially impairing linked skills.
The monster''s roars had stopped as Riseth had cut its vocal cords. Only ragged huffs and gurgles could be heard over the cold, whistling wind. Alistair could sense the monster''s rage as it swiped its spiked tail at him, which he stopped with his offhand. He used the stolen energy to shoot a razor blast to cut up its much more vulnerable underbelly. Riseth had repositioned herself slightly and was clinging on to one of its horns, trying to get a good stab into its eyes, and it violently shook its head.
Stepping back, Alistair teleported atop its neck and seized the creature by its bull-like horns, immobilizing it. Meanwhile, Riseth swiftly drove her blade into its tiny eye, penetrating its skull. The beast went limp and crashed to the ground. The beast was not dead, but the damage to its brain had put an end to the fight.
They gave the creature a clean kill so Simons''s father could salvage the body parts and core. Thomas had become their go-to man for monster dismantling. They had purchased a study key for him to learn more advanced techniques, easily putting him above their previous specialists in quality and quantity of materials. He could even shift the concept of the core harvested based on the creature''s strongest affinity. That ability alone was invaluable to the clan.
"That was almost too easy," Riseth muttered bearly audibly over the howling wind as they continued scouring the local mountains for strong monsters.
"We do work well together," Alistair replied.
He glanced sideways at her, noticing a hint of hesitance and a flicker of determination.
"You''re itching to take them on solo, aren''t you?" Alistair asked teasingly.
"Yeah, I can only handle a few more before I hit grade 9," Riseth replied.
The last fight had put her on level 48, so fighting higher-grade beasts was already risky. But there was a bigger gain to be had.
"Go all out, hold nothing back. Show that monster who''s boss and enjoy yourself," Alistair said as he gave her an encouraging smile.
He had been tip-toeing the line of what the system would allow him to say, and Riseth looked at him curiously for a moment. She sensed he was withholding something he couldn''t express directly due to system restrictions. However, resonance revealed the sentiment behind his words. He hoped she could let go as he had and obtain the [Primal Revelation] title.
Sadly, the ability to bypass secrecy restrictions by being in a clan only worked on [Study Dungeon] topics. The system jealously guarded many of the most coveted titles, the means of their acquisition, and even their existence. However, Alistair suspected that this was also a lesson. There would be ways to bypass the restrictions, but one just had to find the means to do so. Resonance was perhaps one of these.
As they reached the eastern edge of the mountains, they spotted one more large monster. It was a Yeti-like beast with bright white fur and a gorilla-like posture. It had very muscular arms and long, sharp, and hooked claws. Its large fangs were visible whenever it made a grunting sound as it aimlessly wandered across the landscape. [Identify] showed it to be [Uxrus - lvl ?]. It felt slightly less powerful than the Griteran but also much more dangerous.
"This thing won''t be held back by its body, and you lack range options to take down a grade 9," Alistair commented over the link as they observed the creature, which had not sensed them yet.
"Unlike a human. I don''t get that big of a skill selection. If I want to improve, I must fight monsters that are a bad matchup for me." She retorted, and Alistair could sense her resolve.
Alistair paused, touching her shoulder. He did not need her to resolve herself. She needed to enjoy it and embrace it if she wanted a chance at the title. He needed her to let go. He did his best to convey his feelings through their connection.
She looked at him curiously as she felt the connection between them, a toothy smile forming as she leaned in for an intimate kiss.
"I''ll be right back," She said softly as she flew towards the monster.
As she glided towards the beast, the whistling wind hid her approach. Unfurling her tail, usually coiled around her midsection, a bladed whip materialized, its interlocking segments coming to life in mesmerizing undulations reminiscent of a serpent''s dance. Alistair knew she had been cultivating to empower her tail to better integrate with the sepaskarite-bladed whip to the point that it looked like a natural extension of her body. The body cultivation variant she had gotten with the study key had insights into refining weapons with essences, and Alistair was curious to see it in action.
The Uxrus suddenly turned to face her, but Riseth had already teleported, plunging her bone blade into its flank, where it ripped through the creature and shot out the other side. Riseths tail lashed out rapidly, and the bladed whip coiled around the monster''s neck, drawing blood. The creature reflexively attempted to strike her with its elbow, but she was shielded by a protective barrier springing up in her defense. With rhythmic precision, her bladed whip sliced into the monster''s flesh, causing blood to gush from its throat.
From his vantage point above, Alistair grimaced and absent-mindedly touched his throat, feeling some sympathetic pain as he watched the fight below. Meanwhile, Riseth had leaped onto the monster''s back, her bone blades flashing in a mesmerizing display of space magic and blood. Alistair sensed her reservations melting away, replaced by the exhilaration of battle.
"I suppose we''re both monsters," Alistair reflected, his attention wholly captivated by the unfolding fight.
The Uxrus made a futile attempt to grab her chain and yank her off, only to find that the tail and its attached weapon had turned ethereal. Frustrated, it attempted to roll, trying to dislodge her from its back, and swung its long, muscular arms wildly. Yet Riseth was always a step ahead, guiding the beast as if it were an unruly dog on a leash, gracefully dodging its attacks. The once beautiful white fur of the monster was now stained red by the ceaseless flow of blood from its throat, painting the snow crimson.
Chapter 88: Hidden Trump Card
To Alistair''s surprise, the fight wasn''t winding down at all. The Uxrus''s vitality was impressive to behold. It was riddled with holes, and its neck muscles had pretty much been sawed away at this point. It would not be long before the damage to its vertebra would end its flailings.
Riseth''s barriers had significantly weakened, and with her tail wrapped around the monster''s neck, she could not teleport to avoid attack. Relying on her nimbleness and skill only got her so far against a Grade 9 monster. Her energies were dwindling, yet Riseth was unperturbed as she continued her lethal dance around the monster. The beast clawed at the bladed whip coiled around its neck, trying to get a hold of it, but only dug into its flesh in vain as the chain passed through its claws yet stayed in place.
The Uxru''s frustration was palpable as magical energies violently unleashed from its body in a shockwave, shattering Riseths weak barrier and forcing her to let go and teleport into the distance.
The monster launched loose rocks toward Riseth at high velocity. Alistair anxiously observed her swift dodges and teleportations, evading the attacks before swiftly closing the gap to resume her assault on the creature. Riseth typically played more of a support role compared to Alistair. He had hoped her space blades would inflict more significant damage on the monsters, perhaps even enough for her to gain the upper hand. Yet, despite the intensity of the battle, she maintained an easy smile. However, that smile vanished in an instant when the Uxrus landed a lucky strike, shattering her barrier and tearing through her armor with its claws. The force of the blow sent her tumbling across the snowy terrain.
Alistair''s fury surged, and he moved to intervene, but she halted him with a firm command over their [Akashic Link], freezing him in place.
As she struggled to her feet, blood seeping from a wound in her flank and the corner of her mouth, she winced, having struck her head on a stray rock during the fall. Meanwhile, the monster charged at her in a blind rage. She gave a toothy smile, her teeth stained by her blood as a flash of light blinded the charging monster. After teleporting out of the monster''s path, she raised her hands as both raw arcane magic formed into a bolt warping space around it. Disoriented, the monster flailed where it had last seen her, but to no avail, as Riseth charged her attack. As the monster''s vision slowly restored, it turned to face her; the bolt shot from her hands, crashing into the creature in a sizeable arcane explosion that tore tiny fractures into space, creating a miniature rift that tore into the fabric of her opponent''s existence. The Uxrus tried to pull itself free, but its arm was sucked in and ripped out of its sockets before the tiny rift closed. Riseth readied herself to attack the monster despite her drained state, but the Uxrus collapsed and died, having spent the last of its life force.
Alistair was at a loss for words. He had never witnessed her use or even train an attack like this before and suspected she had been honing the ability in secret for some time. It was a terrifying display of power, especially considering their current grade.
Teleporting next to her, Alistair felt the urge to embrace her, but he hesitated upon seeing her healing her injuries with a familiar wild grin. He could sense that she had obtained the [Primal Revelation] title. Turning to him, she maintained her smile.
"Welcome to the club of monsters," Alistair quipped as he channeled mana into his armor and gently placed his hand over her wound to assist her in healing.
"What the hell was that skill?" Alistair asked, looking at her inquisitively.
"That was the skill I developed to reach legendary," she said with a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Alistair was impressed, feeling a twinge of both admiration and a hint of envy. He hoped he could advance his defensive skill to legendary tier during their trip. Alistair sensed that he was incredibly close to upgrading it and could almost taste it. He desperately wanted the title of Legendary Skill Expertise because once he left the trial, he wouldn''t benefit from the system''s perks and reduced requirements anymore. Mitania revealed that the system implemented this to compensate for the mentoring and nurturing skills available to individuals within influential and powerful groups across the multiverse. Any lowered requirements sticking around after he left the trial would be incredibly valuable.
"Why all the secrecy?" Alistair asked, genuinely puzzled by her decision to hide her newfound skill.
"I was waiting for the perfect moment to unveil it. Now, shower me with praise," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
He gently lifted her chin with his cupped hand, planting a kiss on her lips despite the taste of blood.
"Well done, Trouble. I''ll do my best to keep up," he replied with a grin as she blushed.
After securing the beast to be dismantled later, they lingered for a while until Riseth had healed her injuries. A large pack of Nari, drawn by the commotion of multiple fights, attempted to attack them, but Alistair released King to deal with them as the wyvern grew restless. They had turned invisible to let King have his fun undisturbed. Despite the wyvern being at a similar level to the individual Nari, he was much more powerful than the whole pack combined. Alistair had dedicated a lot of time training the wyvern in magic whenever he taught his school classes. It was slow-going, but the wyvern had eventually learned to dispel magic, which made the Nari''s ability to dive into snow useless as he skewered them with his steel-like conjured feathers.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Alistair watched as one of the Nari tried to leap at King, only to be snatched out of the air by King''s large jaws, snapping the creature in half.
"Well, that''s gruesome to watch," Alistair commented, casting a privacy sphere around them as he watched the wyvern dispatch yet another of the feline monsters with his blade-like tail.
"At least he is enjoying himself," Riseth commented dryly.
"Despite all our titles and hard work, King still outmatches both of us in terms of stat point total," Alistair remarked with a touch of admiration coloring his voice.
"Guess he''s just a big, beastly boy," Riseth quipped, a wry smile playing on her lips as she observed the carnage unleashed by the wyvern.
As the fight dwindled to an end, they dispelled the invisibility and privacy sphere, observing King devouring the last of the monsters with a voracious appetite. Alistair stored King back in his plane before leading the way toward the glaciers adjacent to the mountains. Their journey remained uninterrupted by further encounters with monsters.
Upon crossing the border between the mountains and the glaciers, the air transitioned to extreme dryness, accompanied by a notable decrease in the whistling of the wind. Instead, the sounds of creaking ice and flowing water filled the air. At the edge of the river system, the glacier served as a pivotal point, its icy tendrils connecting to a vast network of waterways. This intricate system resembled a sprawling spider web, interlinking various local biomes and facilitating the flow of water between lakes and sea biomes. Alistair couldn''t help but speculate about the intense competition among aquatic species for dominance over these waterways. Occasionally, he had witnessed colossal beasts clashing in the narrow rivers, wreaking havoc on the surrounding area in their relentless pursuit of supremacy.
"We should be able to find some magic-infused ice and some beasts that could carry a core for Melissa''s ritual here," Alistair remarked as he landed on a somewhat flat sheet of ice. Fortunately, the passive effect of his temporal combat reflexes helped him maintain his footing, allowing him to provide support to Riseth as she slipped upon landing, steadying her without her falling.
With a grateful smile, she managed to maintain her balance. "Does it matter what kind of ice we find as long as it''s magical and the concepts match up?"
"That''s my understanding, but we should aim for quality," Alistair replied, scanning the surroundings with his conceptual awareness.
It didn''t take Alistair long to locate a pocket of magically dense ice concept deep within one of the glaciers. However, his attention was diverted by something else. The area appeared nearly abandoned, save for a massive corpse lying nearby. The creature was a [Skeljaskr¨ªmsli] according to his identify skill. A quadrupedal being entirely concealed beneath a thick marine blue, reflective coat of shells. As he touched the creature, the shells rattled and scraped against each other. Despite its mammalian body structure beneath the shells, the creature exhibited clear aquatic traits, evident in its gills and webbed feet. Strangely, its body remained unharmed, except for its damaged brain, blood flowing from its trunk-like snout, mouth, and eye sockets, suggesting that its demise came from a powerful attack targeting the beast''s mind. The surrounding ice bore the marks of its frenzied thrashing, a testament to the creature''s violent end. It had a tail that seemingly doubled as a club and a fin for it to propel itself when in water.
Its core had been extracted through its maw, presumably by telekinesis, crushing most of the organs between it and the makeshift exit. The monster had seemingly faced a terrible matchup. Alistair knew how scary mind-based creatures could be.
"It''s a mind-based monster, and it''s a scary one, too. I''m not exactly well suited to face a tier 9 mind-based monster, and neither are you." Alistair concluded after inspecting the corpse.
"We should fetch the body and the ice crystals and make our exit for now. I''d prefer to confront it after advancing to the next grade," Riseth suggested, as she began manipulating the glaciers with her space manipulation skill, causing them to crack open and eventually reveal the dense pocket of ice crystals contained within.
Alistair, in the meantime, had stored the large body of the Skeljaskr¨ªmsli left behind and kept a lookout for the monster that killed the shelled beast. As they were about to head out, Alistair and Riseth spun their head as they felt sudden bloodlust directed at them, but when they checked, nothing was there, and the bloodlust was gone.
"What the fuck was that?" Alistair asked.
"Something smart enough to know when to run and hide," Riseth said quietly.
"Damn, this might be an intelligent creature using mind attacks that makes it even more dangerous. It''s a good thing we agreed to only come here together because whatever this creature is would probably try and ambush us if we were alone," Alistair remarked, his tone tinged with concern.
"Let''s leave. There are no ice monsters here, and I''d rather not get ambushed," Riseth said as she grabbed Alistair by his arm before taking to the air.
Riseth lead him towards the north behind one of the glaciers before turning them invisible and giving Alistair a meaningful look.
"We should see if the creature shows itself. I''d rather ambush it than the other way around," Riseth said over the link as they peaked over the edge of the glaciers toward the location they had just left.
They waited there, taking a bit higher to the air concealed by invisibility. However, no matter how long they waited, nothing seemed to show itself. Alistair scanned the area with his conceptual awareness but could not spot the monster either. Riseth could not spot the monster either. Alistair even summoned King, as he had much higher senses than either of them, but after circling the area, he had not spotted any living monsters in the vicinity, only corpses showing signs of having their minds squashed like overripe fruit and their cores extracted through orifices.
"I''m pretty sure it fled or has skills to hide itself. Let''s come back here once we reach the next grade. I still need to kill some beasts, and there is a tundra to the southwest we could check for the ice cores we need.
Chapter 89: Not The Skill I Was Aiming For
On their way to the tundra, they had been intercepted by a small flock of the vulture wyverns they had encountered before. Still, Alistair, with the help of King, made short work of them as they were pretty weak, and the vultures had based their assessment of Alistair and Riseth''s strength on grade alone. Alistair used them to further practice and refine his Kinetic Skinguard skill, feeling more and more comfortable maintaining the kinetic spheres orbiting around him. Riseth had held back, only providing some distraction as she was at level 48 and wanted to leave atleast one level gap in case of emergencies. On the other hand, Alistair leveled up once more, putting him on level 47.
Watching King fight made Alistair feel bad for Fluffy, who was still too weak to participate in any of their fights. The snake''s limited mobility prevented it from participating in the Slayer World''s fights without exposing her to a lot of danger. Luckily, the snake''s participation in the arena and being a summon allowed Fluffy to benefit from Riseth''s records, as the snake would reach the next grade sometime after Riseth. Alistair hoped Fluffy would undergo a racial evolution, helping the Snake to fight better, whereas Riseth hoped the Snake would continue being her cute companion.
As they traversed the tundra to the southwest, their eyes caught sight of a formidable creature roaming the sparsely vegetated plains. It bore a striking resemblance to both a bull and a gorilla, with hind legs ending in hooves and front limbs resembling thick gorilla arms. Its fur, a blend of black and brown, covered a body that possessed the posture of a gorilla but the bulk of a bull. The creature''s head, resembling that of a bull, was crowned with two imposing curved horns jutting forward. Identify revealed the beast to be a [Krulte Minotaur - lvl ?]
"Oh, It''s a Minotaur. Don''t they go around stealing women to hide in their temples? I thought they were an intelligent species," Riseth questioned as they observed the beast.
"I don''t know. In Earth''s stories, they are usually portrayed as monsters guarding labyrinths. I''m not sure about the stealing women part, but it does ring a bell," Alistair retorted.
"Are you going to fight it?" Riseth inquired.
"Yes, its build is almost tailor-made for practicing kinetic magic; I don''t sense much mana or any other energies besides the incredible life energy," Alistair explained as they approached.
The Minotaur spotted them in the air as they approached, presumably sensing their energies approaching as neither of them tried to suppress their energy or hide themselves. It showed no hostility, but its gaze was fixed on Riseth, which bothered Alistair, who landed in front of the creature, staring it down, slowly seeping out his bloodcurdling aura, which got its attention.
"Are you smart enough to communicate?" Alistair asked just as he detected a surge of hostility.
As the Minotaur''s fist surged forward with remarkable speed and force, Alistair deftly intercepted the attack with the palm of his hand. Simultaneously, an incredibly condensed sphere of kinetic energy erupted out of his body, starting to gracefully orbit around him. Alistair had tried to refine the quantity each sphere could hold without increasing the sphere''s size, and this particular sphere was compressed to a near-breaking point. This forced Alistair to divulge more focus on the sphere in order to maintain its stability.
"Too condensed for now," Alistair reflected, redirecting his focus to the imposing figure of the Minotaur before him.
"I''ll mark this one down as a ''maybe''," Alistair quipped, meeting the Minotaur''s intense gaze head-on.
Alistair felt the rage emanating from the Minotaur, reminiscent of his own emotions when he faced Anzeth, the final dungeon boss. "A rage skill," Alistair realized, recognizing the familiar intensity. Alistair still had the Rage skill in his skill selection himself. However, he had not picked it up because Riseth had requested him not to use it again, as she would experience his unbridled rage over their resonance. Additionally, the skill''s side effect of clouding the user''s judgment and pushing the body beyond its limits had deterred him.
"If only I could temper the rage skill to not mess with my state of mind," Alistair mused as he blocked an unhinged barrage of punches from the minotaur. With practiced precision, he channeled and redirected the kinetic energy, transforming it into densely packed spheres. As the stored energy surged beyond containment, the spheres began to expand. Alistair felt excitement surge within him as a chime rang out, prompting Alistair to eagerly check his notifications, hoping his [Kinetic Skinguard] had finally upgraded.
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| Skill [Calm Mind] can be upgraded. |
"Wait, what?" Alistair said with a baffled expression, looking at the notification.
Alistair was quite sure it implied he could combine his unselected [Rage] skill with the [Calm Mind] skill. This would inherently change how the skill worked. Alistair lacked good defensive skills when it came to [Mind] attacks. This could potentially upgrade his defense against mind attacks and allow him to use the benefits of Rage without some of the usual drawbacks. For a moment, he was worried he would be unable to extend the calm mind magic to his allies anymore, but he thought better of it. Not having the skill would not prevent him from casting the magic manually. Would the skill appear in his skill selection again after being combined into something different? There was still so much Alistair did not know about the system, and this could potentially answer some of the open questions.
Alistair contacted Riseth through the Akashic link to detail the situation. He made it clear that he wouldn''t convert one of his skills into a rage variant without her consent first, but she gave him the go-ahead.
"Thank you for asking, but don''t restrict yourself on my behalf. With the calm mind aspect, it should be quite fine," Riseth reassured him.
The Minotaur''s fury intensified as Alistair''s seemingly laissez-faire approach to the fight provoked it further. Alistair was reaching the limits of how many spheres he could control and expand without losing focus. Seizing the moment, he directed all the collected spheres to turn into powerful blasts. Launching them in a rapid yet graceful arc toward the Minotaur. The blasts struck their target one after the other, propelling the Minotaur across the desolate landscape until it crashed through one of the sporadic lichen-covered rock formations.
Alistair confirmed the skill upgrade and checked his new skills descriptions.
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Cold Rage |
Enter a state of controlled cold rage, shielding you from all [Mental] attacks by a large degree. When active, the skill increases the user''s resilience by a large degree. It also increases [Power] & [Control] by a large degree while continuously draining the users [Qi] by a moderate amount based on the energy expended and damage taken.
After extended use, the user becomes weary and exhausted, and all affected stats are reduced by a moderate amount for a duration based on the duration the Cold Rage skill was used.
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[Calm Mind] had been his lowest-tier skill before the upgrade. It wasn''t the skill he had been looking to upgrade this fight, but he was pretty happy with the result. The Minotaur was battered and bruised but was already charging at him again but was still some ways out. Alistair worried that increasing the number and compression of the spheres was insufficient to push his [Kinetic Skinguard] into the legendary tier. The only alternative would be to make use of his arcane affinity and attempt to convert different forms of energy into kinetic energy to store them. This approach would prove more efficient than extracting kinetic aspects from various energies or attempting to store multiple energy types simultaneously. Managing different energy types would demand significant focus and control, depending on their nature, particularly if he had a low affinity for them.
Alistair watched the Minotaur barrel towards him like an oversized mass of muscles tipped with horns. It was an intimidating sight, but Alistair had seen worse. Drawing upon both Cold Rage and Temporal Combat Reflexes, he aimed to synchronize his actions for optimal timing. A chill, numbing rage surged through his veins, fueled by the memories of the glances the minotaur had given Riseth and the violence it wished to unleash upon him.
Alistair reined in his rising anger as he grabbed the bull by its horns, effortlessly lifting it off the ground. The stolen kinetic energy surged, transforming into [Power], which he channeled to slam the bull into the nearby protruding rock. The impact shattered the rock, and the force tore into the Minotaur''s flesh, eliciting a gasp from the beast. Chimes rang out, which confused Alistair as they were not the slightly altered chimes notifying him of a kill. A quick check of his notifications revealed what happened.
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| The Skill [Kinetic Grappler] has undergone a linear upgrade. |
| The Title [Supreme Skill Expertise] has been Upgraded to [Legendary Skill Expertise]. |
"That''s not the skill I was aiming for," Alistair said with slight bewilderment.
The Minotaur had taken lethal damage and took a few heavy, ragged breaths lying on the ground, the rage seeping out of its shattered body before dying from the accumulated damage. Alistair ended his boosting skills as he felt a wave of feebleness wash over him; he had not been using the Cold Rage skill for long but already felt its effects. He would need to use the skill sparingly or in a short burst when facing opponents using mind attacks. After his initial bewilderment and excitement over his skill upgrade, Alistair glanced down at the Minotaur''s body. The familiar realization of who the real monster between him and the Minotaur was came creeping back, but he shrugged it off, pushing the thought aside.
Riseth landed beside him, her hands resting on his shoulders as they exchanged a knowing glance. He knew she was aware of what he was thinking about due to their connection. Alistair was self-aware enough to realize that he had been calling his opponents monsters, beasts, and enemies interchangeably in his head as a way to distance or justify himself from his own actions. Alistair stepped toward the body, putting it in his storage.
To divert his mind from the gloom, he considered how he had unintentionally upgraded his grappling skill. The answer was instinctively, he converted the kinetic energy from the charge into a temporary power surge. Utilizing magic with strong affinities on instinct or in instinctive ways was a very common way of utilizing magic. It was frequently observed in beasts and individuals who struggled with spellcasting. The first time he had done so himself was during his first day of the trial, where he instinctively learned to disperse kinetic energies through his body and transfer them into the ground. It had formed his first steps into magic and provided his first and most valued skill. Alistair pulled up the skill window as he felt a tinge of disappointment that his kinetic skinguard had not become his first legendary skill.
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The user robs opponents of their momentum at the cost of a minuscule amount of [Qi] or [MP] compared to the [KE] stolen. If possible, the stolen [KE] will automatically be used to either empower the user with a short burst of [Power] based on the amount of stolen kinetic energy or harm opponents if connected either magically or physically to the user. The user may repurpose the stolen [KE] or store it in spheres provided by the [Kinetic Skinguard] skill. This skill has moderate resistance against outside interference by using the user''s augmented skin and body. The skill provides a moderate bonus against opponents attempting to resist or disperse the effects of this skill.
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Obtained for upgrading a skill to Legendary Tier while still in grade 10.
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Alistair finally obtained his first legendary title and skill. he smiled ear to ear as he read the description.
"Your emotions are all over the place. What''s going on?" Riseth inquired as she stood beside him, a slightly worried expression on her face.
Alistair''s smile was tinged with a hint of surprise as he confessed, "I just received my first legendary skill and title, but it''s not the one I had been expecting."
A gentle chuckle escaped Riseth''s lips as she shook her head in fond disbelief. "You always manage to surprise me," she teased, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his cheek. "Well, it looks like you''ve finally lived up to your title, Mr. Legendary," she added with a playful grin.
Chapter 90: Chrysolite Glacier
Alistair and Riseth scoured the rocky and lichen-covered tundra for a while longer, though there were no monsters or treasures to be found. To the far west, an otherworldly landscape stretched out, resembling a colossal chunk of angular, yellow-greenish ice akin to a giant piece of Swiss cheese. Jutting out from the surface of a vast lake, this angular plateau stood out like a surreal monument, its surface riddled with gaping holes of varying sizes. From some of these holes, a peculiar greenish water flowed into the surrounding waterways, tinting the pristine blue waters with its alien hue. They decided to refer to the biome as provisionally Chrysolite Glacier upon Riseth''s suggestion.
Riseth and Alistair were discussing whether it was worth risking crossing the handful of biomes on the chance that the glistening landscape in the distance was indeed ice or something else entirely.
"We''d have to traverse those teal canyons infested with spiders to get there. I''m not convinced it''s worth the risk," Riseth argued, while Alistair checked their map of the slayer world.
"It''s the closest thing to a cold environment to our position. We can fly over them with Invisibility. It''s not like we need to get into their webbed-up canyon," Alistair countered.
"Fair enough. I still think we should not get too far from the center. It''s a lot of open terrain, and if there are things able to bypass my particular brand of invisibility, we will have quite a long fighting retreat ahead of us," Riseth added.
"So, let''s just check if that stuff is actually ice. If it''s not, we''ll play it safe and pull back. Now that I got my legendary skill, I''ve ticked off all the boxes for the next grade. No need to take unnecessary risks now." Alistair concluded, glancing at the alien landscape in the distance.
As they flew over the teal canyons adjacent to the Chrysolite Glacier, they found that the canyon had been entirely converted to a spider den. Alistair could sense hundreds of lifeforms below; however, none of the spiders were grade 9. As they flew over the canyon, they spotted webbed-up monsters and egg sacks near the entrances. A sense of unease crept over Alistair, and he considered that they should return to eradicate the spiders once they reach the next grade before they multiply and grow out of control.
"We really should burn that nest to the ground," Riseth commented as they flew past the canyon.
"I agree. It''s too bad we have to wait with pest control until we reach the next grade. I sense enough of these things that killing them now would put us both into the next grade. Plus, I have an appointment in the [Traders Market] before the tournament, so I''d rather check the Chrysolite Glacier and leave, or I''ll be late," Alistair explained.
Riseth gave him a curious glance. "What kind of appointment?"
"Nessy set me up with a smith to replace my poleaxe," Alistair clarified, which satisfied her curiosity.
They had also been looking into magic items, but few crafters could create worthwhile, affordable magic items, and quite a few of them were incompatible with body cultivation. Riseth''s cultivation topic helped as they now knew how to refine magical equipment and weapons. Alistair couldn''t help but feel a bit guilty; they owed Mitania a lot of gratitude. She continued to watch out for them, and her recommendations helped them out considerably.
Upon reaching the Chrysolite Glacier, it became evident that it was indeed ice, albeit crystallized due to exposure to magic. Alistair sensed monsters dwelling within the glacier, utilizing the tunnels as entry points. He observed a massive shrimp-like creature entering the glacier through an underwater passageway beneath the surface of the water. The air was cool, and screams and roars could be heard echoing out of the tunnels of the glacier, which seemed to be strongly contended.
Exchanging a knowing look, they nodded in unison before venturing into one of the larger entrances positioned high above the water''s surface. Their chances of finding an ice-based monster were reasonably high; the whole environment was so magically infused that the whole glacier could be best described as a large natural treasure that the beasts used to progress their advancement. If left alone, they would naturally adopt ice aspects into their forms. Luckily, the chrysolite ice had a natural glow, which provided visibility within the glacier.
The monsters'' roars were distracting as they bounced off the many tunnel walls, making it hard to figure out where the monsters were exactly. They decided to head for the center for now; surprisingly, the crystalized ice was not slippery at all, providing them with stable footing as they stalked the tunnels. They came across the occasional large chambers, some of which functioned as a resting place for monsters, where they found improvised larders and nests made of bones and shrubbery brought in from the outside. The chamber''s mana density was slightly increased. Alistair suspected it to be inhabited by some kind of bird or other flying beast as he found occasional white feathers strewn about and worked into the large circular nesting.
They did not have time to wait for the creature to return, so they headed deeper inside. As they progressed down the tunnels, the echoes of battles faded, leaving behind an eerie silence beside the sound of a distant rush of flowing water and the occasional whistling of the wind. Eventually, they managed to navigate the tunnels undisturbed, reaching the central chamber. As they entered the chamber, a gruesome sight greeted them: roughly a dozen lifeless monster bodies lay strewn across the crystalized icy floor. At the center of the room stood a huge spherical crystal connected to both the ceiling and the floor by chrysolite ice. The crystal radiated an incredible amount of ice magic that made the chamber feel like a freezer compared to the rest of the glacier. The crystal itself had a much deeper shade of green, and Alistair could make out swirling energies within. It exuded icy water that gave the sphere a certain sheen that reflected the natural light of the chrysolite walls. The water pooled at the floor, creating small waterways flowing down some of the lower tunnels.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
Riseth was about to step inside and take a look at the bodies, which had seemingly been left alone and preserved by the cold environment, adding to the mana-rich environment. But Alistair stopped her. Without his [Conceptual Awareness] skill, he would have missed it as well. The natural treasure was guarded by a huge ice elemental that had blended into the upper pillar connected to the treasure. Alistair could make out its outline as it was much more mana-dense than the walls and had a direct connection to the treasure itself. He suspected the treasure maintained the environment, and removing it would eventually cause the Chrysolite Glacier to collapse. Alistair explained his thoughts to Riseth as they considered their approach.
"So, our options are to fight the elementals, take the treasure and bodies, and let this place collapse on its own. Alternatively, we return periodically to face monsters that either adapt to the environment or perish in their attempts to claim the main treasure, risking that one of them will eventually succeed," Riseth summarized.
"The Ice elemental would also most certainly give us the core we need, but odds are one of the dozen bodies here does that, too. Also, the ice elemental is quite powerful and linked to the treasure, empowering it further. I doubt any of the roaming beasts are powerful enough to take it yet," Alistair added as they continued to discuss their approach.
They decided to steal the bodies and return later; they had plans to eradicate the nearby spider den so that they would return to this area either way. The ice elemental was by far the strongest monster they had encountered. Luckily, it ignored them as long as they left its natural treasure alone, even allowing them to pick up the bodies uncontested.
Their journey back to the gate was uneventful, as none of the local beasts had spotted them while using invisibility or were unwilling to mess with them. Alistair handed over all the collected bodies to Riseth, who would deliver them to Thomas for processing as they went their separate ways.
Upon arriving at the [Traders Market], Alistair decided to take a more leisurely route, walking past the numerous shops and establishments. The air was filled with the enticing aromas of various foods from the bustling food stalls, wafting into his nostrils as he observed the myriad races going about their business. People were haggling for prices, and the market was alive with the vibrant energy of commerce and culinary delights on offer. Due to his focus on foundation, he had a level that helped him blend into the masses. Unless somebody shared the [Primal Revelation] or had similarly high senses and intuition, people would mistake him for one among many. He knew this would soon change, so he would try and enjoy himself.
He made a quick stop at a place selling wraps that Simon had recommended to him; the stand was run by an overly friendly green lizardkin that looked like Gex. On his way to the Smithy''s shop front, he noticed near countless fliers plastered across the walls, most of them from different factions and planets looking for their own people, one of them being a call to arms from Sol to the people of Earth. This was impressive in its own right as millions of worlds tried to do the same, which meant that Sol''s followers were on the ball regarding their propaganda. He had passed multiple groups from other planets preaching in the street, mostly ignored by the masses. Knowing what awaited them once they left the trial had spurred many into action. There were a lot fewer people begging for scraps or wallowing in their misery as they had been picked up and recruited by one faction or another. Nessyra had told him of rumors that less savory factions like slavers, pirates, and their gods from the multiverse had already begun trying to recruit people of the fresh universe to get a foot in the door. This was in line with how all the other integrations had gone, as they would try to establish a black market network soon after the end of the trial.
During their preliminary talks about what kind of planet they would be looking for, Riseth had made it clear that their biggest competitors for planets would be those exact factions, particularly pirates, other clans, and emerging factions. They would also seek to distance themselves from the three bridges. The fact that they were aware of there being three bridges was already an advantage. The criteria for a suitable planet would be mana density, environment, and location, as they wanted to avoid settling near major factions or potential major trade routes, as both pirates and natural gods would seek to expand their domain onto these planets. Ideally, they would find a concealed planet within a nebula. With the introduction of mana, nebulas have become quite mana-rich, making navigating them difficult. They also were a hotbed for astral fauna like space squids, whales, turtles, and more dangerous creatures, making traversing the area with a fleet risky.
He knew there were many things he was not aware of yet, and Riseth had promised they would discuss them with the clan once the trial was to draw to a close or they became relevant. He stopped his musings as he reached a shopfront that said Stoneheart Armaments. The flyers had been torn, leaving only scraps of paper still glued to the walls. He knew the shop was run by Resni Stoneheart, a female dwarf who specialized in magical weaponry and enchanted accessories. Interestingly, he had found that not every dwarf species descends from mushrooms, and multiple similar-looking species sometimes fought over the same species name. There was also a species of dwarfs that traced their origin to living rocks. Resni was what he would consider a more classical dwarf, as their base form was humanoid without the need for the polymorph skill, though he had no idea what her origin species was.
After knocking, he entered and was greeted by a well-organized fantasy-like armory. Weapon and armor racks lined up on the walls, and shelves filled with jewelry, both enchanted and some just primed to be enchanted. Luckily, the system prevented theft, which was necessary as none of the jewelry was secured. The most common enchant was one that increased resilience and hardened the user''s skin, which was incompatible with his body cultivation as his skin would reject the effects of the magic items. Resni Stoneheart was nowhere to be seen, and he presumed he needed to knock on the door directly leading to her [Crafting Quarters] workshop. Some crafters hired personnel to maintain the shop front and haggle with customers. Nessyra had offered to provide Resni with some workers, but Resni was hesitant to accept. Nessyra had asked Alistair to try to leave a good impression on her, as she was the most promising of the craftsmen Nessyra was trying to sway.
Chapter 91: Lucky
After knocking on the large wooden door, Alistair didn''t need to wait long before Resni materialized right in front of him. Alistair had to use Identify to be sure it was her [Resni Stoneheart - lvl 51]. She was stocky, roughly a meter tall, and had a gray braided beard and hair. She had a short nose decorated with a delicate gold chain connecting to her pierced ear. Her skin was pale, and she wore a wide assortment of magic items, both clothing and jewelry. Surprisingly, she did not possess a comfort array enchantment array and inspected his armor with great interest.
He felt a Identify hit him in return, and she nodded before walking behind the counter and placing a moderately sized chest on top of it. The counter rose to Alistair''s height, and Resni started to levitate, putting her arms crossed on the table before addressing him.
"Mr. Ryser, I have been expecting you. I received your letter, and both commissions have been completed." Resni said in a surprisingly soft and distinctly female voice before she continued to inspect his armor.
"Alistair is fine. I know most dwarfs prefer more personable and direct interactions, and I am the same," Alistair said, giving her a welcoming smile.
His words piqued her interest, prompting her to stop inspecting his armor and scrutinize him more intently, curious about the man standing before her.