《Devolved: Path of the beast》 -1 Power scaling Hello! Author here. First, I wish to welcome all readers by telling you that this is my first nove! Yeah, kind of revealing due to my rough english... However, that''s also the reason why I am writing this story, as I hope to improve my writing skills. You will probably figure out what I mean by continuing reading. I know my english, and especially my sentence structuring, can be little twisted at times, but I always try to go back and fix past errors. Like rewriting chapters and such (I am currently doing that with Vol.1 which is the biggest mess) Again, I am trying to learn how to write a novel, so stuff will hopefully get better as time passes. But until then, I hope you can forgive my faulty and flawed writing. So, if you spot anything that doesn''t flow right, please feel free to point it out! I really appreciate! Either way, I won''t keep you here any longer. Hope my story is able to bring you all some satisfaction or happiness in any way possible! Happy reading to you all! 1 Ego death As his eyes slowly dimmed, each passing second felt longer and heavier. The once clear silver buildings formed themselves into a spiralling tunnel, with only the sky as the end of it. Dragging his eyes downwards, he took one last look at the barely discernible man in front of his body. The arrogant and aloof expression plastered on the guy''s face said it all. "Not so tough now, eh?" the slightly more viewable middle aged man let out a coarse chuckle, making the hoodie he wore shake ever so slightly. "You can only blame yourself, boy. Even though the boss''s brat is something else, you shouldn''t have layed your hands on him". A second went by, sinking the sentence in the boy''s mind. Further clearing the dizziness. ''What? What is this guy talking about?'' the boy muttered in his head whilst the concrete beneath his back dug deeper. The minor pain jolted him slightly more awake. Now trying to find how he ended up here. Slowly, the image of him saving his friend from getting beat up by some unkown thugs the other day played in his mind. As he kept reviewing the faint but vivid memory, what felt like a eternity ended in just a second. By the time he was done replaying it the thousandth time, the boy finally found something ammis, causing the luster in his dark gold eyes to grow stronger. Demanding an answer. The attacker registered this, and a smirked was formed in the corner of his mouth, furtherstrengthening his aloof expression. "Ha?" his smirked shaped itself into a triumphent smile. "You want to know, don''t you? Well, since you are a goner anyway, it wouldn''t hurt. Your friend ratted you out. We didn''t even need to question him. He gave us all the information he had. And best of all, he was smiling as he did. Ha! can you belive it? Too bad you picked some trash as your brother, Mr. Michael Wiik." As he heard the sentence, the luster in Michael''s eyes grew more radiant. Realisation came over him. Enlightenment seeped into every cell of his unmoving body. The white, lifeless skin regained some color, and his heavy, callus covered hands formed themselves into small clubs. While rapidly converting his growing loath and regret into fuel for his body, he flung his right foot in the attackers knee. With that came a heavy *crack* causing the man to trip backwards. "AAAAAAHH! S***, BOY!" the man roared venomously. his short silver hair waving back and forth a couple of times. "You really did it now!" He spat out with a hostile tone while covering his knee. Both eyes driping with resentment and confusion. However, as the attacker was shifting his surprised and pained gaze from the cracked knee to Michael, he noticed that the boy which he just mocked and taunted was now stand in front of him. His towering and powerful frame blocked the sunlight from touching his skin, from reaching the ground. The aura emitted from the boy''s body casued all the flight receptors in his brain to fire uncontrollably. The once arrogant man now felt cold sweat run down his back, and shiveres of regret invade the bone. While weakly trembling on the ground, starring at Michael, he noticed the now red knife handle sticking out from the center of the boy''s chest. As if trying to comfort himself, he formed a smirk with his lips, covering the unease. Masking the pain and fear he felt. "You should just give it up!" the man laughed. Gaining more confidence back. "That knife is not just some cheap piece of grinded metal!". Building up some of the previous domineering attitude, the man continued while letting out a shaking but fitting chuckle. "That''s what you call a Tri-Edged dagger! The wound on your chest can only be closed by a number of surgeons working together. Hell, with the amount of blood you have lost there won''t even be.." *DUNK Before he could finish, Michael glued the head of the man perfectly beetween his shoe and the cold yet slightly jagged grey pavement. The impact created a weak tremor, making the small rocks that covered the edges of the sidewalk to jolt like small dices. Unfortunately, as the power dispersed, more blood flowed out from his wounded chest. It further staining the gray cardigan he wore. *cough *cough he let out. In spite of this though, Micheal hardend is gaze and kept going. Slowly, he removed the back-end of his shoe from the attacker''s face. The once arrogant expression now shared it''s appearance with that of a crushed clay brick. Michael, feeling reasured of his victory, breathed out a sigh of relief from his mouth. Sadly, it was followed by a small river of red liquid. Despite knowing he would not stand much longer, a smile was formed on his face. "I really did it this time, huh?" He comforted himself with a slightly shaken voice. Standing there, Michael took a second the fully feel the emptiness of his surroundings. This was not his first battle, but it would be his last. Looking up towards the sky once again, he loosened his hard expression, as there was no tunel coming for him yet. "Forgive me, father.. mother.. I could not keep my promise to you, and I will also not see you again." Tears formed in his eyes as he reminisced of the times he spendt with them and his younger siblings. From the time he was but a child, to day he became an adolescent. Looking back at the memories shared with his 9 year old sister Ingvel and 4 year old brother Cinder, he felt warmth in his heart. Moving on in his mind, like a breeze, he revisited the past. Memories of when his parents divorced stood out firmly in his thoughts like bad weather. Yet, surprisingly, the one carrying the most weight, the one''s that gave of most light, was those where he spent time with his father. The times where they would go jogging in the mountains, or have small verbal confrontations. Where he would buy him games which they would play togheter. He always taught him that even though strenght is good to have, smart people get to lead the best life. That he must strive to become the best person he could ever be. He repeated the words his father told him while closing his eyes again, causing the last tear he had to fall alongside a drop of blood from the leather handle sticking out of his chest. Once again, the tunnel formed itself. His mother appeard infront of him, telling him how much she loved both him, his sister, and brother, before going to off to work. "Both of them resembled mom. Both with their brown hair and green eyes, while I stuck out like a sore thumb with dad''s dark gold eyes and goldish brown hair" he muttered with a gentle smile. However, neither did this gentle expression or stupid smile last long, as he remembered that he would never see any of them again. Once more, Michael was baptized by the strong enlightening which hammered itself beneath his skin. His eyes violently threw themselves open like a thundering storm,shimmering like a weak but a dying candle. His expression formed itself into that of an enraged direwolf. Imprinting the face of the once sworn brother inside the flickering embers dispersing in the dying gold eyes. The feeling of regret was burning up his entire body. His teeth started grinding together, making the same noise as a sawblade being pulled against old rubber. Despite being on his last breath, Michael''s entire body shook violently, his conditioned muscles convulsed and expanded, causing the now half red cardigan to rip ever so slightly. "JUST YOU WAIT CARTEL HARDLEY!!!! I WILL NOT LET THIS GO!!! EVEN IN MY GRAVE!!!" he screamed whilst shaking. The echo of his roar was the last ting he heard as a weak ringing noise laid itself over his mind. The tunnel he starred at slowly neared its end. His pupils dilated. Once more, Michael found himself in the embrace of the familiar cold concrete. His consciousness disappeared. Though he was considered dead, the ringing noise he heard before passing was emitting from the body. The rapid ringing grew louder and louder, until vibrations formed around his corpse, like a sort of cage. The ground began trembling, and the surrounding building waved slightly. But just then, the sound vanished. Disappearing, as if it got what It came for. 2 A Choice Sorry, content is lost, You ¡¯re reading Novel on Novelhall.COM, we will fix it as soon as possible, thank you 3 The Tasked "I understand" Old head replied. The lines which formed his face grew brighter, while slowly becoming less visible. Michael only stood there, waiting for the process to end. As the world around him shifted once more, he heard the voice of the old head in his mind. "The world I am sending you to is called Farleng. You may find it familiar with some games you played in your teenage years while still alive on earth. Civilization there is, from my knowledge, much less developed than the one on your planet. However, the strenght of the inhabiting races and species far exceed earth''s by a very large margin. Evolution has taken a more unorthodox turn than we are familiar with. The rest is unkown, even to me". "Although you choose a rather strange power, it has amazingly high growth potential. Furthermore, the inborn system of those worlds will intigrate with it quite nicely". Old head''s voice then slowly left his mind. As if having faith in the new champion. "good luck, Michael. I will leave you some more minor information we gathered not too long ago. Do not get caught, for I am unable to save you now. Remember the plan..". The voice then completely disappeared. The last thing Michael remembered before all went black was the feeling of his brain beeing warmed over a campfire. After an unknown amount of time.... Michael, now slowly coming back his senses, tried opening his eyes once more. However, despite his effort, nothing seemed to happen. He kept commanding his body to proceed with the feeling he was most familiar with, only to be left question why it wouldn''t work. Slowly trying to move bit by bit, he finally felt his body tingle slightly, calming him. Just then, however, as if being intensly starred upon by something equal to that of a hungry beast, he felt a shock travel trough his limbs. Throwing him awake. The once glued eyelids now let some small rays of light reach his moist eyeballs, causing the pupils to shrink. Temporarily blinded, he quickly closed his eyes again, as to ajust towards the new environment. The body gained more strength by the minute, which caused his skin to be able to feel a familiar grassy texture benath him him. He could now hear the tree''s surrounding his body as the weakly bristled. Completely confirming their whereabouts. Just then, he opened his eyes, looking around for the origin of the sudden gaze he felt some moment ago. Sadly, he was unable to find the source of it. Trying to bring himself back, he began scanning this new body which he found himself inside. Unbeknownst to Michael, as he began pondering over his new body, a voice entered his mind [System Error!] [Error dismissed...Calculation proceeded] [Calculation completed] [Adjusting body....] [Host awakened] Dumbfounded, Michael only starred into the air, trying familiarize himself with the new text appearing in front of him. Although it was easy to understand, it was continuously read out loud by the neither feminine nor masculine voice in his head. Before he had time to adjust, the voice clicked once more, and a new image was displayed infront of him. [Welcome to Farleng] Layer:none Lvl:1/10 Name:Marss Wiik Race:Human/????Age:15 Mental status:Normal (dazed) Body status:Normal (healing) Energy:100 Bloodline:??? [ABILITIES] (active) (Sprint LvL 3) (Punch LvL 1) (Trick LvL1) (Mucle control LvL 1(new) (brick breakLvL1 (new) (perceptionLvL1(new) (Hate boost LvL1(new) (revenge LvL1(new) (Baleful Aura LvL1(new) (???(new) (???(new) (???(new) (???(new) [ABILITIES] (passive) (minor regeneration LvL4) (fatigue immunity LvL2) (Pain immunity(LvL 3) (quick learner LvL4) (Impulsive reflex LvL1(new)(physical resistance LvL1(new) (Charisma LvL1(new) (Martial Aura LvL1(new) (Mindful LvL1(new) (Precise striker LvL1(new) (Engraved path(new) (???(new) (???(new) (???new) (???(new) [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/???/???/??? As Michael, or rather Marss, read trough all the new I formation shown on the translucent screen in front of him, the familier voice of the so called ''system'' appeared. [Greetings, Child] it said out loud. [In this world there exists layers of power. They are used as a tool to measure the strength of both mortal and immortals in the ''common world'']. [All the current Layers reachable in the common world are listed as so]. Divine Ascended Primordial Exalted Emperor King General Master Soldier [each of these levels are divided into ''low, middle and peak grade''] [Altough these are the names of each layer of power, the most common, and most frequently used way to assert ones rank is with the use of the numbers ranging from 1 to 9]. "Huh." Marss mutter. As he starred at the new texst which kept appearing. A slight feeling of familiarity arose from the depths of his mind, it said that he already knew some of this from before. [Abilites in this world are divided into ''Emitting type'' passive/active. And ''Physical type'' passive/active. With the exception being that of some uniqe skills and/or blessing]. [Skills and abilities can either be learned trough repeated practise, trough the use of skill books, trough the teachings of an expert or mentor, or trough the blessing of a god] it continued. [Your skills have the ability to grow and evolve, and you may find that the limit for your own growth only exists within the mind]. [''Levels'' as we call them, is a newly used growth measurer for ones physical evolution and potential. Each creature will start at a base level of 1, being the first diget. The other number, which is often shown as a value consisting of multiple digits, works as a growth limiter, making ones current potential viewable. Some beasts or humanoids may be born with a higher number, symbolizing a higher start potential. This ''potential number'' can of course increase in value or stay the same depending on each individual, and is something which we now use as a way to help ''new ones'' onto their first step]. [Tiltes are somewhat similar to your passive abilities, in that they can grant a permanent bonus. Some, however, may only appear as an earned medal or token from doing unspecified actions]. [Grow strong, young one. Grow up to become a champion of the gods, and bring glory to them as you travel trough this world]. This was the last thing Michael heard, as the voice then shut down, leaving him with only a translucent screen. Neither lighting or darkening his windy surroundings. "No kidding...that old man really knew what he was talking about.. And those question marks must be THAT." Marss pondered, further engraving his newfound knowledge into the mind of this unknown body. As his consciousness wander back to reality, the locked, yet somewhat dull emotions ignited themselves, and he found himself with a last question. "This body....its clearly that of a human male, yet is not my previous one." As these thoughts finished, Marss started moving away from the spot where he woke up. He choose to follow the faint sound of what could only be described as a river. After a while, Marss found himself infront of a small, yet moving body of water, glancing at his new appearance. "Seriously?" he said displeased. "I look rather average, don''t I?" he caressed his face. slowly running his fingers trough the now brown wavey hair. "Atleast I kept dad''s golden eyes though..And I also slightly resemble mother now." As he kept thinking of his old family, Marss''s will hardened. "Don''t have time anymore. Whatever happened to this body before, I have to begin sooner or later. There are some memories in here which definitely originate from the first Marss. I could probably view them if I gave it some tries. Time to find my way back to home." As the image of his thin and average looking body disappeared from the river water''s reflection, he started sharpening himself, remembering once more the mission he was given. As Marss kept walking, unknowingly to him, a gaze which followed his every move then ceased its activities. Disappearing from the world. In another corner of farleng... In the depths of a crowded forrest. Covered by rotting vegetation and hungry, unrecognizable mutated beasts, laid a small, luxurious cabin. Inside, although dark, an aged man could be seen sitting on a fancy jade chair. Whilst seemingly enjoying himself, he kept sipping from a glass containing what could only be described as the clearest and finest red wine. The glass rested on his elegant palm, having the center secured between his middle finger and ring finger. "How was it?" he muttered with an aged yet overwhelming tone. "Just a child walking out of the reaper''s hand. It wouldn''t be the first time something like this happened." Another murky voice mutteres, slightly nervous. "Any traces of why it malfunctioned?" The old voice asked again, seemingly more calmed down. "No, it could be the work of either a lone ghost or some sort of new ghoul." The murky voice grew more confident as he spoke, feeling more sure of himself. "Is that so.." The old one replied, seeming amused. "Now then, my lord. would you be so kind an.." as the murky voiced subordinate began changing the topic, a slight crack formed on the edge of the old man''s vine glass. "Purge the area". He muttered, as another crack appeard, causing some of the vine to spill. caught of guard, the murky voiced subordinate started sweating slightly, fearing that the vine glass would not be the only thing that cracked. "I..I will do as you ask of me, my lord". The murky voiced one then bowed towards his lord while quickly dissipating into thin air. As he left, the vine in the glass started boiling, seeming to glow like some sort of heated liquid metal. The small source of light casued the face of last remaining man to appear more distinct. A sharp jaw was now viewable, mellow toned skin which resembled that of a young tree reflected the light emitted from the boiling vine. However, as the features of what could only be found on an extremely handsome man were coming more into view, a sudden change was made. The vine, which reached it''s limit, gave a last glow, confirming the appearance of the one sitting in the chair. He had no whites in his eyes, no iris, no pupils. Only two red dots resonated in the center of his dark sockets. They gave of a dreadful feeling, capable of sinking the dead towards hell with but a glance. The place where his nose was supposed to be was instead home to a jagged piece of bone, with a hole at it''s center. It resembled that of a rotting piece of wood. The mellow skin was not covering that which was supposed to be his mouth or cheeks, leaving one third of his face in the shape of what one would describe as grinning half moon. The twisted yet forced smile was home to bronze-redteeth. Each shaped in the form of sharp metal splinters. "Oh, how long has it been since you last sent someone here.." he chuckled slightly, giving of a sound similar to that of a sharp object being dragged on a board. The once calm hut began to shake. Until the materials forming it started to violently erode and burn. The old man then inhaled a clear breath of air from his scarred mouth. Making the center of his pupils glow. Finally, the freshly inhaled air came out again in the form of a sulfuric cloud, grinding against the atmospheric gasses as it passed by them. The tissue of what appeared to once be his facial muscles then twitched slightly, and he let out a whisper which would shake the already dying cabin. Placing his elegant and well-defined hand on the brutal, old wound, he silently thought to himself. Once more remembering the disgraced he had suffered. A fanatic expression was forming when all the cells in his face started to wriggle seperatly. Almost as if trying to reverse what had been done. His whisper overshadowed the noise of the now collapse cabin, reaching all corners of the deathly sick forrest. "How long has it been since then.....Brother". 4 Practice Sorry, content is lost, You ¡¯re reading Novel on Novelhall.COM, we will fix it as soon as possible, thank you 5 First blood Traveling trough the great forrest, Michael steadily made his way inside the now growing patches of dark green grass. While kicking over the greenish hayballs every other second, he began to noticed his body tiring out. "I am not yet strong enough, huh. Even some patches of grass can hinder me in my current state." heavy breathing followed after his muttering. "I should rest here for a bit. Going over the information old head gave me won''t count as wasting time." he concluded. Sitting down cross legged, the now heavy body laid itself on a pillow formed out of grass patches. As he was accompanied by the army of giant trees, Michael ran trough the information he received about this world. "The world known as Farleng is divided into 3 continents. First is the one ruled by humans. They are at the of food chain here. Their armies made up of Warriors and Mages. Both these distinct classes branch out into several subdivisions." "The most famed one is the warrior class. Split into the three most notable subclasses known as swordsmen, monks and clerics. They all specialize in their own field, yet everything ends up in close combat. Sworsmen are the most common, using sharp blades to battle. Monks, while less abundant, focus on body strenghtening and martial arts. Lastly, we have the clerics. Most easily found following the churches serving a deity. They power themselves up trough rapid blessings and buffs granted by their god." "The Magi, although more rare to come by, is known to follow a very distinct and common path towards power. Almost always focusing on elemental mastery or other similar arts. Sweat started to trickle down Michael''s forehead. The embedded information was prying itself out, forcefully occupying the entirety of his mind. "The second continent is the one ruled by the beasts. While the last is occupied by demons and other minority races. Not much else has been gathered." Releasing the last bit of knowledge he had, Michael let out a steamed breath which escape from his now gaping mouth. "Considering what the old head told me, my previous game knowledge should be more than enough to cover the rest." The steamy breath disappeared alongside his haggard panting. Sitting there, Michael now closed his eyes. Waiting. Letting the small wisps of air travel by his wavy brown hair. As he sat there, embraced by the rustling winds, a growing yet quiet breeze began moving in his direction. Slamming his eyes open. Michael twisted his body backwards, blindingly slicing his dagger trough the oxygen rich air. As if answering his will, the system began running at full speed. [Abilities activated] [perception LvL:1] (senses are heightened) [Hateful boost LvL:1] (Damage dealt is multiplied by 2x) (Damage received is multiple by 2x) [Baleful aura LvL:1] (target''s mind is clouded) [Muscle control LvL:1] (muscle efficiency increase by 10%) All the active damage dealing abilities strenghtend his frail human body. Turning it into a tool doing whatever his mind commanded. The undeveloped mucles covering his body slightly bulged, causing a minor pain to travel up and down his nervesystem. Together with his now more visible mucles and the refind black aura which oozed out of his red skin, the boy turned into the image of a small devil. The shadowy beast that had just thought of Michael as an easy snack, quickly changed its mind, yet not its course. Still beliving it would come out victories. As both the creatures closed in on each other, Michael hammered his dagger into the chest of the descending pack of feathers. The beast, now more distinct, revealed itself entirely. What surprised Michael was not that it was still seemingly alive, but rather that it closely resembled a bird he was familiar with. "Is this a pigeon?!" The familiarity between this tiger sized behemoth and the small doves he would find scattered around the cities in his old home was too good to be true. There was, however, some small differences. Either the hardened armor made of black feathers, or the hollow eyes formin a white void as you looked into them. Before he did anything else, Michael quickly pulled out his knife from the dented feather plate on its chest. Then, as qickly as his first swing, once more flung it alongside his hand in the direction of one of the hollow eyeballs. As the old metal made contact with the eye, he noticed the skull which was supposed to be the best protective layer it had completely shatter under the pressure. Before the jet black pigeon could react, it silently fell down lifeless and now unmoving. Looking down on his thropy, a weak stream of warmth entered his body. And the familiar ringing noise played itself once more in his mind. [Host deafeted Night Dove LvL:19] [Calculating experience...] [Level up!] [Level up!] [Level up!] The ringing kept going until abruptly stopping. [Warning! max level reached] [Body reached its limited potential] [No Bloodline avaliable] [No evolution available] "What the hell? what is ''Evolution''? Wasn''t the max level just the limit for how strong your physical body could get?" Quickly answering him, the system began to play its reply with a cold, blended voice. [Human''s can grow their physical strenght through leveling. Mutated and Magical beasts however, have their evolution and bloodline tied to their physique. As their body and genes grow more powerful, the bloodline in their body matures. This process is what is called evolution] [Host has been found to possess ????] [Error!] [System restarts..] Understanding what he was told, Michael remembered the power he wished for from the old head. A wondrous smile blossomed on his face, yet his eyes were as empty and shiny as always. [System reboot done] Layer:Soldier Lvl:10/10 Name:Micheal frell Wiik Race:Human/Va??atAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal (strained) Energy:67(recovering) Bloodline:none [ABILITIES] (active) (Sprint LvL 3) (Punch LvL 1) (Trick LvL1) (Mucle control LvL 2(+1) (brick breakLvL1) (perceptionLvL 2(+1) (Hate boost LvL2(+1) (revenge LvL1) (Baleful Aura LvL2(+1) (???) (???) (???) (???) [ABILITIES] (passive) (minor regeneration LvL4(+1) (fatigue immunity LvL4(+2) (Pain immunity(LvL 3) (quick learner LvL4) (Impulsive reflex LvL 2(+1)(physical resistance LvL1) (Charisma LvL1) (Martial Aura LvL1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL2(+1) (Engraved path)(???) (???) (???) (???) [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/???/???/??? Ignoring the displayed information. Michael reached his hand towards the broken skull of the large bird while slowing down his breathing. As his empty left hand came in contact with the black and red liquid, the system ran again. [Foreign object detected] [Abilites activated] [??? has been recognized as ''Deconstruction] (deconstruct the DNA of living creatures, finding the DNA strips which enhances and empowers their body) [??? has been identified as ''Storage] (Safely Store the DNA strips and bloodlines in your own body without any side effects] [??? has been identified as ''integration] (Fuse foreign bloodlines and DNA strands with your own genetic code. Powering and strengthening your body) [WARING! This may lead to irreversible mutations and/or disfiguring] While reading the new textboxs, Michael noticed the mucles and bones in his body beginning to grow denser and stronger. Most likely the results of maxing out his current potential. Focusing his eyes on the screen, Michael frowned as he looked at the four question marked passive skills that remained hidden. "Guess they won''t show unless I force them to? Well, if that is what it takes." Liking his lips,Michael shifted his dead gaze towards the mangled feather ball laying before him. Laying the palm of his hand over the crushed head of what he referred to as an overgrown pigeon. He let out a short laugh followed by an exciting tone. "Lets see what you will give me!" 6 Va??a As his skin came into contact with the bird, the corpse began to deflate. [Absorbing genetic code...] [Passive abilites activating] [??? has been identified as ''Filter] (Filter junk DNA and useful DNA. Making sure as to not integrate with anything that will lessen host''s efficiency) [??? has been identified as ''Conversion] (Convert excess mass and junk DNA into ''experience or mass'' for the body. Acting as a medium to strengthen, mature and evolve both bloodlines and abilites) [??? has been identified as ''Assort] (Helps body absorb new bloodlines and DNA by deconstructing the already filtered strains. This will better help the body integrate with them) The notifications then stopped. Leaving Michael starring at the last question marked passive skill. "Whatever, really. I will find it out what it does sooner or later." Slowly, the sequence stopped. The bird disappeared, only leaving behind a small leaf sized blue orb in its place. [Calculating....] Waiting for the system to stop, he picked up the small orb which faintly reflected his hazy appearance. [Unfinished cracked beast core:This was salvaged out of a weak mutated beast. May fetch a small amount of money] Despite being told it was only a small amount, Michael''s interest was further piqued. "System, tell me all you know about these cores." He demanded [Cores/Nuclei: Contain a dense amount of energy. This will usually start to form inside beasts that have begun to reach the Master Layer, or RANK 2 if you prefer. They will continue to grow alongside its host, granting it numerous abilites and multiplied strenght] [Beasts are know to overpower multiple humans of the same rank thanks to this. A beasts Core/Nuclei can be considered another vital organ in its body] [It is most commonly used as a power source for numerous devices] Very satisfied with the response, he then asked, still waiting for the calculation to end. "System, how does one advance in rank?" [beep..] [increasing ones rank/layer requires the host''s body to be able to control and generate a certain amount, or type of energy] [As of now, host possess an internal energy value of 100. This is the bare minimum for reaching rank 1 or the soldier layer] [Energy can be increased trough skill practice or trough the study of a form of magic] [Beasts advance in rank as their physique grows. This may be a time-consuming process, leaving humans with a head start] Michael was intently listening to the voice of the system. Engraving all knowledge into his very soul. [Calculations finished] [Updating...] [Display engaged] Layer:Soldier Lvl:10/10 Name:Michael frell Wiik Race:Human/VariantAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal Energy:100 Bloodline(avilable):Night Dove Mass:120 [ABILITIES] (active) (Sprint LvL 3) (Punch LvL 1) (Trick LvL1) (Mucle control LvL 2) (brick breakLvL1) (perceptionLvL2) (Hate boost LvL2) (revenge LvL1) (Baleful Aura LvL2) (Deconstruction) (Storage) (Integration) (???) [ABILITIES] (passive) (minor regeneration LvL4) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity(LvL 3) (quick learner LvL4) (Impulsive reflex LvL 2)(physical resistance LvL1) (Charisma LvL1) (Martial Aura LvL1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL2) (Engraved path) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (???) [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/???/???/??? Only giving the updated translucent screen a quick, unrestrained glance. Michael firmly stated his new request to the system. "System, can you integrate the new bloodline with my body now? And if so, will there be any side effects? Also, please tell me in advance if any noticable mutations are going to occur." Not even waiting for Michael to take a new breath of air, it responded with the bland voice. [Initiating Integration...] [Major possible mutation found] [Does host wish to grow wings? This process will consume all available mass and take 4 hours to complete] [note:host is left vulnerable while transforming] Not very affected by the response, as it was what he asked for. Michael gave his last command. "No. You may proceed with the integration. Only, make sure to not alter my appearance completely. Since I will need it after getting out of this green hell." [Proceeding..] [This processes does not contain any major mutations. It will finish in 4 seconds] Before Michael could finish reading the reply, a strong pain invaded every cell of his body. The pain didn''t subside even once, slowly twisting and turning his body. A burning sensation covered his redish white skin, as if he was bathed in a pool of acid. His newly formed mucles contracted and streched. Allowing an unknown substance to seep inside of the growing number of tears. After what felt an hour, it finally disappeared. Michael found himself laying on the soft yet thick grass. He began to send small signals from his brain to the freshly tortured body. As the signals kept traveling through the system, a refreshing feeling arouse from deep withing. Throwing himself off the ground, Michael was once more greeted by the transparent screen. Now accompanied by some small notifications. [Integration completed] [Calculating new data..] [Errors found] [Errors corrected] [Display engaged] Layer:Soldier Lvl:10/30 Name:Michael frell Wiik Race:Human VariantAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal Energy:120 Bloodline(integrated):Night Dove Bloodline(available):none Mass:20 [ABILITIES] (active) (+) [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (minor regeneration LvL4(+1) (fatigue immunityLvL4) (Pain immunity LvL5(+2) (quick learner LvL4) (Impulsive reflex LvL2)(physical resistance LvL1) (Charisma LvL1) (Martial Aura LvL1) (Mindful LvL1)(Precise strikerLvL2)(Engraved path)(Night vision(new) (air resistance LvL3(new) (Cellular armor LvL:1(new) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (???) [Titles] (+) After reviewing all his new passive abilites, Michael began to drag his empty hands over his skin and through his hair. Searching for anything different. Looking at his thin, yet more robust arms, he could not hold back the urge to tap his finger on the enlarged and defined limb. While approaching it with his finger, he notices that his previously average lenghted nails now were replaced with something close to talons. Growing out of the nailroot. Altough they were not long, the were much thicker and sharper than his father''s dagger. Shifting his exasperated gaze from the talon shaped nails, he then noticed the even paler skin which covered his body. The whiteness most likely originating from the callous layer which built its home over it. Further examining his tranformed body. Michael found that the hair on his head had not grown much longer, but instead thickened. Alongside a color change closely resembling dark blue. His old yellow teeth had turned towards a darker white. Taking a similar color to that of old modern walls existing back on his own planet. Along with the color, they also seemed to grow more dense and slightly sharper. Only sometimes showing themself when moving the dark red lips which sealed their existence. Other than that, not much else was different. although his dirty leather clothes tightened around the small tower which was his body, the rest remained the same. Sadly including his average looks. His consciousness once more scanned the environment. This time, identifying more trees as it continued to expand outwards. While this happened, Michael picked up the chipped dagger which laid beside him. planning on exploring the area around him. "Altough I am more than sure I could move unhindered trough this thick grass, that fat pigeon was considered as a low level beasts." Michael frowned slightly as he whispered to himself. His darkblue eyes seemed to regained a slight golden hue now. Heightening his senses more. suddenly, he steadied his stance. The blended eyes began to take in the slighlty more discernible environment. "I am sure I could handle some more of those birds, even in my unedited form. Now, I am confident that even bigger game is feasible." Michael was growing more determined as he spoke. "I will not travel any deeper than my gut feeling tells me to." Tightening the grip on the old knife, he began to walk with longer strides towards the darker and denser woods. Each step not even taking notice of the grasspatches which previously held a property similar to mud. Almost as if hemoved on the airparticles that laid on top of the ever expanding greenery. "More... I need more..." 7 An unfitting challenge In a deep forrest. Covered with building sized trees. A small gust of wind could be seen gliding through the chilly night air. Only sometimes touching the ground. Michael, who continued gaining speed, abruptly slammed his both his legs into one of the trees which appeard in his wake. "This should be far enough." He said. Exhaling a large amount of air. As the surroundings quieted down. Michael jumped of the old tree he was attached to. The black shoes he had equipped left a small imprint on the aged bark. His figure then fell towards the ground like a feather. Placing the worn shoes against the concrete like earth. "Those grass patches disappeared after travelling for a while. Not only that, my newly grown danger sensors tell me that this is as deep I should travel. Not needing to worry about ending upas someone else''s lunch." His surroundings did not change much. Other than finding less grass covering the ground, the trees he was now getting used to kept multiplying the futher inn he went. The rays of moonlight struggled more and more to penetrate the ever-growing sea of leaves resting above. Standing there in the open. Michael once more waited. Using his evolved body as bait for any passing animals. It showed how much he trused the upgraded senses. Luckily, he did not need to wait long. A thin black line was elegantly moving in his direction.Although it was much harder to sense the approaching predator than the previously clumsy pigeon. Michael was able to grasp the direction from where it came from. The shadow creeped closer. Slowing down as it moved. Allowing the now mutted surroundings to flourish a little longer. The short moment of silence was then hastily ended by a light but loud stomp. Identical to that of an alloyed baseball bat crushing some hallowed metal object. Michael instantly jumped bawkards. Causing the figure to crash head first into the spot where he just stood. Removing his footprint from the soft dirt that once laid atop the solid field. As he slowly fell back down. A detailed picture was taken by his eyes. The beast laying in front of him now completely visible. The monster, which was starring him down, spat out the ball of dirt which filled its mouth. Turning it''s glassy eyes towards the descending Michael. It was smaller than the pigeon he just slayed. Nevertheless, his senses were firing off non-stop. Begging him to run. The plated, dark green skin covered the entirety the armored body. The beast shared its size close to that of an overgrown dog. Its thin and jagged tail grew slimmer and less visible as it turned the heavy body towards him. The dry black eyes reflected the weak moonlight. A horizontally slit pupil came into existence after starring further into them. Hiding themselves from the world. Turning its head towards the place Michael now landet, it noticed how the boy starred it down. Silence once more covered the forrest. As the starring contest continued for the lizard, it stopped for Michael. Who had received the response he waited for. [Hostile target engaged] [Chances of winning:21%] [Chances of dying:31%] [Chances of escaping:58%] Turning his full attention towards the large lizard once more, Michael jumped headfirst toward its scaly head. Leaving behind two footprints. Responding to his darring challenge. The confidant lizard also flung itself towards his weightless body. Time seemed to slow down as they approached each other. Michael felt his thick hair flowing backwards. Letting the aircurrent ride on top of it. His body began to control the direction of which he flowed to. The dagger was held onto firmly as his body noticeably sped up.. The lizard began opening it''s mouth. Preparing to swallow the boy whole. Not treating that which resembled its usual prey with any caution. Right before their confrontation started, Michael''s system ran on full speed once more. Answering his will. [Abilities activated] [Baleful aura LvL:2] (Target''s mind is unfocused) [Hate boost Lvl:2] (Damage dealt multiplied by 2x) (Damage received multiplied by 2x) [Mucle control LvL:2) (mucle efficiensy increased by 20%) Michaels body expanded slightly. Wisps of black gass flowed out from the redned pores which were fused together with the callous membrane. The lizard shook a little due to the sudden unfamiliar aura. Sending it off course. Granting Michael some of it''s unprotected side. Ending up with only a small pocket of air between them, he then slammed the chipped steel dagger into one of it''s unmoving eyes. The slit pupil disappearing as the dagger jammed itself in place. The lizard woke from its unfocused state and began to frantically shake. Slamming into the ground beneath. Dirt was beginning to cover the small armour chinks running alongside each joint. Causing it to struggle more. As the lizard continued to wriggle, the dagger dug deeper. A hammering echo was generated from the armored body parts continuously hitting the ground. The loud noise alerted all the beasts close by. The lizard, now trying to stand up, forced itself still. Looking for the abomination which had done this to it. Yet, as the other eye aimed itself upwards, It caught a glimpse of that cursed humanoid bird. His eyes slowly turning fully white. Seemingly getting drunk on something. The pain began to burn. Mistaking this as a form of ridicule. Determined to have it''s revenge. The lizard contracted it''s powerful tail. Planning to breaking this young twig in one swift movement. But how could it know? Michael did not even give it enough time to flex another muscle, before starting to violently pound it further back into the packed earth. [Abilities Activated] [Punch LvL 1] (A normal punch) [Title activated:EXPERIENCED FIGHTER] [a Title given to those who have a vast amount of fighting experience engraved in their soul] (Physical damage dealt increased by 20%) Michael''s bulging body started to wildy swing its arms. However, no matter how frantically he moved them, they were both accompanied by a mysterious elegance. Causing each punch to flow beautifully. Akin to a ballerina ascending from her stage. The fists aimed themselves at the fat belly of the lizard. Sending major shockwaves throughout this less plated body part. This berzerk battering kept going for an unkown amount of time. Other animals who grew more curious of the loud drumming, later came to take a look. Wishing to find the origin of this weird noise. However, they all left as soon as they came. Noticing the shirtless human boy who kept smearing his ripped knuckles over a pasty, red and green Lizard. After an unknown amount of time.... Finally stopping. Michael, who was now both exhaling and inhaling heavily, noticing the pulp beneath his body. "I felt my mind grow hazy for a second. What was that?" He questioned while exhaling. "system, explain." [Host seem''s to be influenced by predatory instinct of ''Night Dove''] Now more enlightened, he took another look at himself. The old leather jacket he just wore was ripped and stretched. Apppearing more like a skirt surrounding the less damaged pants. Akwardly looking around, he began to feel the cold night air touch his skin. Once more looking at the pulp of skin and flesh in front of him. A proud blush smeared itself over his cheeks. Both satisfied with his progress and sorry for the ball of flesh. "I hope no one saw me while I was gone." Quickly placing his hand on top of the soft mass. Absorbing its remains. As the blob disappeared, what felt like a powerful tremor began to shake the earth. Noticeable for all who traversed the land. The trees around Michael began shaking horribly. Forcing his body into a guarded stance. While preparing himself for the worst, the dagger, which now layed beside him, began to rattle back and forth. As if a storm was forming itself around the endless forrest, the trees began to shudder more. Cracks were developing on the once dense ground. Seeming to stem from deeper within the dark woody landscape. Preparing to retreat back to where he originally came from, Michael instantly stopped in his tracks when the quakes ceased their existence. "System, do you know what''s going on?" He tried asking. Hoping for an explanation. [WARNING!] [A High Level Dungeon has appeared!] [Host advised to move from current location] However, before being able to act upon this advice, a new notification was then received. [Host is beeing teleported inside Dungeon!] [Please wait..] Dumbfounded by the reply he godt. Michael began to scream towards the translucent screen. His instincts telling him that going to such a place was suicide. "WAIT! ATLEAST LET ME GET A NEW SHIRT! ABOR.." His figure then disappeard... 8 No res As Michael woke up from his light sleep, the shirtless boy began to flare up. Trying to shake of a new lingering feeling of dizziness. Annoyed by the unexpected trip, he angrily twisted his body around. Allowing his eyes to adjust towards the lighting. As his vision cleared up, he finally got a detailed look of the foreign room. Both the walls and floor were made up of cracked stone bricks. Not differing too much from dungeons and catacombs remaining from the middle ages back on earth. While absorbing every detail he could, his eyes slowly wandered towards the wooden torches hanging on the dusty grey walls. Following the row of hanging torches, he noticed that they continued to fall back into a circling hallway. "Tsk. what the hell, System. Explain what''s happening here! Why did you send me into this place?" Impatiently waiting for the voice to respond, he began to stretch his beastly senses out. Searching for any nearby creatures. [Calculating...] Noticing the received reply left him a little surprised. Michael could only continue to spread his senses out. Surprisingly failing to find anything other than the torches. Deciding try to use his time efficiently, he shifted his attention towards the numerous messages appearing behind the lone see through textbox. [Host has defeated Leaf Dragon] [Calculating experience..] [Level up!] [Level up!] [Level up!] Watching the old notifications coming into view, he decided to skip over them. Looking for the last and most exciting one. [Host has absorbed bloodline of Leaf dragon] [Do you wish to integrate with it?](Y/N) Quickly checking his surroundings once more, Michael slammed the translucent ''Y'' button with the talon shaped finger. [Integration beginning..] [WARNING! Major mutation found. Does host wish to grow a tail? If so please..] "No thank you. Just don''t mess my appearance up too much" He silently barked at it. [process will take 6 seconds to complete] [Error!] [Already existing bloodline found] [Abilities Activated] [??? has been identified as ''Assimilation''] (A rare ability able to assimilate and combine different bloodlines together. Similar Skills/Abilities may also be fused togheter. Generating completely new ones.) An amazed feeling gripped his entire body as he feasted his dark eyes unto the newly unclocked ability. Not bothered in the least by the incoming hell. [Integration beginning...please wait] A familiar sensation flowed trough his body. Growing and conditioning his mucles. Every bone inside him began to morph and shift. Until finally stopping. As Michael once more felt the integration end, he quickly began to look at the more prevalent changes that now took place. His shirtless torso was covered by A plated chain mail. Very similar to the one found on the lizard he battled not too long ago. The difference, however, was that the much thicker plates of armour were perfectly covering each group of mucle. Causing the tissue underneath to appear more defined. The plates making up his armour also shared the colour of his dark blue hair. As if gaining it''s air manipulative qualities. The armour visibly grew alongside his arms. Framing each of the mucles underneath. Close to some sort of bodybuilder wearing a set of tight clothes. The long shirt-like scales stopped growing when eventually reaching his wrists. And if ignoring his thicker, dark blue knucles, the rest of the hand was only left protected by some thin cellular armour. His talons had grown shorter yet stronger. Taken on a much darker color than the plate armor. Other than this new layer of protection covering the once white skin, his head did not visibly change much. Both his face and throat appearing less protected. Only the hair on top of his head growning a little longer. Now covering his ears. Looking down at his shoes, they appeard more torn than previously. Both his feet now encased in scales. Also, the toenails grew into a claw shape. Fortifying the grip his body had towards the bulged stone floor. As he flexed the mucles beneath what resembled custom made body armor, surprise came once more, as the plates laying on top of his mucles twitched alongside it. Showing that they shared a connection. "This wasn''t entirely what I had in mind. But old head sure knows his stuff." Preparing to move deeper into the bending hallway. Michael shifted his transformed body towards the less visible sources of light. [Calculation completed] [Greeting host] [Display engaged] Layer:Soldier Lvl:22/40 Name:Michael frell Wiik Race:Human/VariantAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal Energy:250/250 Bloodline(Integrated):Night Dove, Leaf dragon. Mass:200 [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 3) (Punch LvL 6(+5) (Trick LvL1) (Mucle control LvL 4(+2) (brick breakLvL1) (perceptionLvL5(+3) (Hate boost LvL2) (revenge LvL1) (Baleful Aura LvL3(+1) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (minor regeneration LvL4) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 6(+1) (quick learner LvL4) (Impulsive reflex LvL 3(+1)(physical resistance LvL7(+6) (Charisma LvL1) (Martial Aura LvL1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL4(+2) (Engraved path)(Night visionLvL 3(+2) (air resistance LvL7(+4) (Cellular armor LvL 4(+3) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (???) [Titles] (+) Looking into his updated status while moving. Michael question the system. "Now, can you tell me why you sendt me here?" displeasure could be traced in his tone. ... [All inhabiting humans within 10km have been summoned inside the dungeon] [Host was originally standing 2.7km away from its spawn point] Very shocked by the response, Michael tried to find the meaning behind this weird reply. His mind not fully registering it, as he had begun to view this world as a fantasy game. Supporting himself on the idea that all would somehow end well as long as he had the necessary strenght. "What do you mean ''All nearby humans''? Does that include the village I was just cast out of?" [Dungeon called for human sacrifices] [Affirmative] Ignoring the last answer, he starred confusingly at the first one. frowning ever so slightly, he questioned it one last time. "What do you mean by sacrifices?" ..... "System?" [Error!] [Host does not have necessary authorization] "Well sh***. Thanks for nothing then." [Host is welcome] Changing his full attention to the hallway again, Michael continued. Determined to find out what this place held within. .... Deeper within the dungeon. In a room made up a black metal alloy, laid a small ball of purple light. Next to it, a hooded individual felt the eyes almost pop out from it''s head. Starring at the passing image of Michael "What the hell did that kid just do? Is he one of those crazy magus-biomancers? There was no such thing in the report! How the hell am I supposed to deal with one of those freaks!?" This deep feminine tone echoed throughout the alloyed room. Forcefully dispersing. "Well, whatever. My forces shouldn''t have any problem, even against a Half-step King layer." Calming itself down. The hooded individual waved its leathery hands. Causing the small purple ball to shake a little. The image changed to that showing a bunch of shocked villagers. Afraid of this place spoken only of in legend. "Lets see..." The voice muttered while looking through the crowd. "I will start with this one." As the hooded individual placed its gloved finger on top of the display, it zoomed in on a young lady with a head full of long purple hair. 9 Body armour As Michael kept following the torches, he eventually found another creature wandering the halls. His bestial senses were able to identify its humanoid shape. As he further closed in, the figure came fully into view. In front of him stood a lightly clothed corpse. The ragged textile leaving small patches of rotting flesh exposed. Also sensing the invader, it turned towards him. Two half-decomposed eyes glaring at his naked upper body. "Is this supposed to be a ghoul? Weren''t the games in my previously world normally filled with skeletons at the start?" [Host identified hostile target as Ghoul] [Ghoul:Humanoid undead at the initial stage of the Master class (Rank:2(low). While alive they were either cursed or later revived by a powerful Dark mage/Necromancer. They are powerful undead, recorded to be able to hold their own against human adventurers of the same rank] Seeing the system''s reply, Michael was left dwelling over why it explained the existence who was hungrily starring at him. "So if I know what type of monster I engage, the system will naturally give me a detailed explanation." With a thought, he willed it to run again. [Night Dove:The most common type of nocturnal bird found in woody areas. They most oftenly travel alone. Rarely seen in groups, other than when migrating towards the beast continent for the ???? ????] [Leaf Dragon:The natural predator of the Night Dove. Green scales cover its strong body. Allowing it to both camouflage and protect itself. The tail is considered as it''s strongest body part. Recorded to generate the power superior to a fully powered martial adept. The scales on its body defend well against quick explosive strike. Slowly crumbling under repeated hits] As he was attentively reading through the information provided. The ghoul slowly approached him. Noticing that the human ignored it, the ghoul swung it''s fist towards Michael''s unguarded chest. Aming for his heart. As the mangled hand and plate armor collided, the fist burst apart. Sending splinters of bone and meat flying in every direction. Now done reading, Michael turned his casual expression towards it. Not even considering the undead as a threat. His left hand balled itself into a fist. Following the hand movement, a familiar box appeard in the corner of his eyes. [Punch LvL:6] [Title Activated:EXPERIENCED FIGHTER] As he flung the robust hand towards the ghoul''s head, he could feel it ignore the air particles whilst rocketing forwards. The fist planted itself in the ghoul''s forehead. Pulverizing both the residual tissue and skull. the remains laid themselves on the brick walls. The impact sendt out a gust of wind. Making the surrounding torches flicker, yet refusing to let their pretty red flames go out. The headless body then began falling down, but was gripped tightly by Michael''s outstretched fist. [Beginning absorption..] The rest of the body was sucked inside the palm of his hand. Only leaving some raggs behind. [Ghoul bloodline absorbed] [Do you wish to integrate it?] Michael''s expression did not change as he began the now normal procedure. "Yes." [Integrating bloodline] [No noticeable mutation found] [Process will finish in 1 second..] The usual pain was only felt as a fast jolt. Barely molding his body. His appearance did not change. Only the sense of smell seemed enhanced, indicated by the stench of rotting flesh growing stronger. Other than this, a tingling sensation momentarily filled his mouth. "I hope there are some stronger monster''s inside of this place." Michael tightened his leg mucles, making the system answer to his actions. [Activating abilities] [Sprint LvL:3] (Uses internal energy deposits to enhance running speed) He grinned. Showing the now more humane row of teeth. Only his canines retaining their sharp edges, the rest appearing more well rounded. Formed in a shape made to chew through bones. His figure then disappeared. Leaving behind a deep blue afterimage. Increasing in lenght as his shadow further accelerated. ... At the other end of the dungeon. In a black alloyed room, a hodded individual could be seen jumping up and down. Loudly cursing at the small purple orb with it''s dark toned feminine voice. "W..W..What the hell is this supposed to mean?! He dispatched a ghoul with one swing!? But the sensor only measured his energy at the lower level of a soldier!" The black robed figure was now violently jumping swinging up and down. Revealing some sharp ears underneath its hood. Remembering the murky voice of his client, and the promised reward, the genderless humanoid calmed itself down. "No! No! I am still able to handle this. Remember, you are the best one out there, Jenkins. The best! YES!!" The hodded individual named Jenkins stopped the jumping. Refocusing his gaze onto the glowing ball. "Luck. It is all luck. Lets see you retain your arrogance after this..." ... In another corner of the dungeon, not to far from where Michael was headed, several human bodies filled the once empty hallway. Taking a closer look, the mangled bodies staining the brick floor all wore some dirty form of leather. Closely resembling the usual clothes worn by poor farmers. *Tac *Tac *Tac If you continued to follow the path which contained a decreasing amount ofcorpses, a small group of sickly pale children, with tear marks running down their cheeks would be seen. Closely followed by a group of panting adults. Both being led by an elderly scholar and a red bearded man. "Dammit." The bearded man sulked. Hopelessness was written over his face. "Calm down, Gen. I need you in front while my energy is recharging." Looking back at the old man, there was no dust on his fine robe. Not the least bothered by his surroundings. As the bearded man ran his gaze over the silver beard, he began to think of the stories spread around the village. Talking about how their elder was once a renown adventurer who retired. Raising his spirit slighty. Removing his eyes from the old man, he set them on two individuals walking further behind. The father and mother of the kid who murdered his boy. The mother looked slightly more spirited than the father. Wondering if she would be able to find her child in this unfamiliar place. Although his son, Fenrik, was spoiled rotten, he showed the most promise out of all the children. Yet, his genius son. That would one day give him all the riches of this world, was rumored to not even withstanding a single hit from the cursed weakling named Marss. "I promise you, Johnson. You and your wife will not walk out of this place. Even if I have to be stripped of all the flesh on my body. Now turning his head around, he continued to lead the group of people alongside the elder. Maybe because of the bewitching flames that lit up the unstained walls, something slowly eroded within his mind. Further pushing the insane thoughts upward. 10 Pressure The further into the dungeon one went, the more the pathway would expand. Sometimes splitting up into several tunnels. Three naked beasts were waiting in such a place. The hallway they stood in was wide enough to let each one move around freely. It was here they stood guard. Waiting for the human to arrive. The most noticable detail about them would be the grey/brown skin and head full of green wolly hair. Having a textrue alike some old rug. Followed by this was the hulking bodies and beeer gut. A long, fat nose would then come. Occupying most of their face and overshadowing the cow tail growing from behind. As they stood there, the middle one picking up a foreign scent with its massive nose. Signaling its brothers to ready themselves. Unknown to them, however, the enemy had already picked them up through the stinky smell they all shared. Standing so close to each other worked as some sort of amplifyer. Michael, who was now warily standing still in the slighlty expanded hall, gave a command to his system "Grow me a tail. Similar to the one that leaf dragon had." [Integration Beginning...] [This will take 5 seconds as host''s body is used to mutations] The tailbone slowly started to grow in length. Ejecting out of his back-end. Ripping a hole through his pants. It reaching half of his height. Stopping at 90cm. "Not as thick as the one the lizard had. But atelast it''s the same size as my forearm." After moving the rigged blue wire around for a while, he began to get used to it. Now, pointing his head towards the direction that weird stench originated from. Positioning his body in a stance similarly used by track and field runners. Michael started to charge up the surrounding mucle tissue. Even his tail was seemingly affected. Straightening out. Time slowed down as his armored body shook alongside the surrounding dust and air particles. Then, in a single instance, he dug the claw shaped toenails into the smooth floor. His shoes exploded into pieces. Leaving two asymmetrical footprints behind. Begining to exit the previous stance. His plated frame slowly rouse up into the air diagonally. Ignoring both the atmosphere and gravity as he gained speed. His body slowly took off. The air passed itself along the flowing hair. Causing him to further ascend. Finally, time began to flow once more. His moving body created a lout BOOM as it was launched forward. The small explosion blew out the bright torches surrounding his original location. Acting no different than puny candles being placed in the heart of a raging tsunami. After steading himself in the air, Michael consciously pointed the incredibly well shaped tail to his side. This action made his body, which never once stopped its surge,Spin around. The speed at which he spun at did not slow down, and also started to accelerate. Making his figure take the form of a dark blue meteorite. This constant turning would make any normal human throw up after mere seconds. But, as Michael had integrated with a flying type beast, it did not affect him in the slightest. The speed only further igniting his new fighting instinct. In the other end of the hallway. The humanoid beasts, waiting for thesmelly creature to arrive were left surprised by this unkown booming noise. Followed by the faint tremor traveling beneath their heavy legs. The middle one was the largest, and oldest out of the three. And instantly knew this was bad news. Positioning the fatty body towards the other end of the corridor, it prepared itself for the incoming danger. Sadly, it did not expect a spinning blue gust to instantly teleport in front of it''s face. Even a wink would cause you to miss it. Michael, who refused to slow down as he neared the end of his flight, extended an undiscernable piece of himself outwards. Driving it in the direction of the monsters head. In less than a millisecond, The dark blue line smashed itself into its skull. Shattering the enorumes nous. blood and snot exploded out alongside the top half of its mushy head. It was then seen flying down the enlarging corridor. Like soccerball darting towards an unprotected goal. The creature shook violently as the impact travelled through it''s body. The corpse slid across the floor after the shaking stopped. Painting the gray brick with a thick red. Michael, now descending towards the ground, was given a horrified and surprised look by the other two mounts of flesh. [Hostile target''s engaged] [Chance of winning:12%] [Chance of dying:28%] [Chance of escaping:70%] Now, looking back at the shaking meatballs, he once more flung himself away. Not giving either one of them any time to evaluate his threat level. Darting back towards the direction he came from. The two monsters, afriad of the figure dispersing into thin air, ran away away in fear. Altough their legs crossed an impressive distance each time, they could only accept the newly given fate as target practise for this blurry reaper. Flinging itself at them from who knows where. Riping and tearing bits of flesh of their visibly regenerating body each time. The tissue, however, was weakening for each regeneration. After a while, the three dead behemoths laid on top of each other. Some parts less recognizable than others. MIchael stood in front of them, Panting lightly. "Haha, altough these monsters were definitely strong, they were sadly too dumb and inexperienced." He relishing the fact that he got of the first suprise attack. Dispatching the largest one first, and sending the smaller ones into panic. "Now, lets see here.." He placed his hand on the pilled flesh. Quickly absorbing everything. [Troll Bloodline absorbed] [Trolls:Most often inhabiting quiet mountain caves, they sleep throughout the day, as sunlight significantly weakens them. Known to possess incredible regenerative abilites, they are also famed for kidnapping livestock, princes and princesses. An adult troll will usually be at the peak master class or (peak) RANK:2 if you may] As the balls of meat disappeared, one brown orb remained in their steed. [Rank 2 core:It was salvaged of a very powerful beast] Not finding any of the other two, he depressingly slid it inside his pocket. Now resting next to the bird core and life orb. As his scaly hands touched the orb, a familiar headache hammered the inside of his head. Some old memories emerged. They contained the image of two farmers hugging a smiling child. As this memory grew more defined, Michael felt his brain fall apart. He clenched it between his hands. Pained and confused. "AAAGHH!" [Warning!] [Host is suffering from ???? ????] [Does host wish to ????? so that he may ?????] Barely noticing the system as he gripped his head tighter. Slowly, the pained died down. Some blood started flowing out of his nostrils. "S..System...What was that?" [Host is suffering from ???? ????] Starring at the appearing texts with his dispersing double vision, Michael tried calming himself by looking at the other messages. [Host has slayed Troll adult] [Host has slayed Troll youngling] [Host has slayed Troll youngling] [Level up!] [Level up!] Level up!] [Congratulations!] [Host has reached max level] Level:45/45 [Bloodline detected] [Do you wish to Evolve?](Y/N) 11 Evolution [Congratulations!] [Host has reached max level] Level:45/45 [Bloodline detected] [Do you wish to Evolve?](Y/N) "What happens if I press yes?" [Host will evolve current bloodline. Advancing into the first stage of the Master layer/RANK:2(low)] Michael read that message a few times. After feeling satisifed, he asked another question. "Can you integrate the other bloodline first?" [Affirmative] [Integration proceeded..] [Warning!!] [Noticable mutation detected!] [Does host wish to enlargen bodysize? This will increase physical strength, but slow down both attack and movement speed] "No, just don''t destroy my appearance completely." [Integration beginning..] [This will only take 8 seconds. please wait] As the familiar feeling baptized his body, it did not take long for it to leave. The pain did not bother him this time. Finishing the processes, he found the body armour much denser and darker. Alongside some strands of green hair on his head. These were the only visible changes. Now, focusing onto the screen once more, he looked at the (Y) button. "Just get this over with.. my head is killing me." Throwing himself on the smooth floor, he waited for the system to begin. [Warning!] Irritated by this never ending talking, Michael was going to scream at the box, but stopped as he opened his mouth. He tiredly locked both eyes onto it. Strength was beginning to leave his body. "What''s wrong?" His eyes were slowly closing. [Evolution process will cause small irreversible mutations, and level will start back at [1]. Host will be weakened while transforming] Fully closing his eyes, he just ignored it. Losing all care for this world. [Affirmative] [Process will take 10 minutes. please wait...] [Error!] [incompatible bloodlines detected in host''s system] [Passive ability activated] [??? has been revealed as ''Hybrid''] (This uniqe ability can forcefully merge opposing bloodlines togheter. Developing a brand new one which is much stronger than the original ones. It always succeeds) As his mind was forced asleep, the body began to glow. A prominent red, green and blue color could be found on different parts of his plated mucles. Some patches of black barely visible amongst the growing radiance. Michael''s once incredible body armour retracted itself. Turning into regular human flesh and skin. Leaving behind a frail glowing body on the floor. Only accompanied by some dried troll blood which covered the more elegant brick walls. ... Back in the alloyed room, Jenkins was seen slowly tapping on his purple glass ball. A small laugh escaped his mouth each time he pressed it. The deep feminine voice continuously dancing and dispersing. "Haha, I never grow tired of randomly spawning ghouls. Expecially with that geezer madly throwing those fireballs! Mabye he also has a thing for spamming?" As he was standing there, savoring each tap, a question interrupted his ecstatic train of thought. "Ah! I wonder if my trolls dealt with that weird biomancer yet. He seemed like a tanky guy... their constant regeneration should be a pain to deal with." Elegantly waving his gloved hand, the image began to shift from one containing a small surviving group of humans surrounded by ghouls, to a blurry video. "Hmpf, getting those fatty fighters were really hard work! Considering two of them had not yet formed a specified core...Anyways, lets continue." The unfocused screen slowly showed the now bloody hallway once more. The body of a glowing human boy layed in the midst of it. Unconscious. "Yup, as expected. He exhausted his energy by constantly hitting those sacks of meat. But what is this weird glowing? Is he recharing? No, seems more like some sort of temporary hibernation." Jenkins, seemingly satisfied with the expected course of actions, stroke his gloved hand undernath the shadowy hood. Showing the sight of a small pair of golden locks. "Now, lets get this bastard in here. Those villager are also nearing this place, I should be able to introduce them to each other. Mabye dissecting the kid will make that old man throw some more balls!" However, although his attitude expressed pure satisfaction. His eyes did not move from the screen showing the resting body. "Eh?" His eyes began to widen. Revealing two yellow dots. "WHERE ARE MY TROLLS!!!!???" 12 Battle For Control While Jenkins was screaming into the purple orb, Michael could feel his soul slowly appear inside som weird room. Very similar to the place where he met the old head. Feeling his body ascend for each passing second, he tried to focus, as something told him going further up was a bad idea. Getting a better view of his surroundings. Michael then noticed a small figure at the other end of the place he found himself in. It was covered in golden chains made of light, each one of them were showing signs of tearing. He was unconsciously pulled towards it, and as he kept coming nearer, a small whisper could be heard. "Mom. Dad. I am sorry. Please come back." Now, only a couple of meters in front of it, Michael got a clear look of the source. It looked like his current body. Only, instead of any gold or blue eyes, it possessed brown color. "Is this the soul of Marss?" Michael, who was feeling the motivation in his mind tear alongside the continuously cracking chains, tried to talked to the blurry image of boy. "Hey, you there?" The soul slowly lifted its head towards him. And as their eyes met, Michael felt a form of resonation. "I want to see them again!" Marss began to struggle. Causing one of the chains around his arm to snap. As it broke, Michael felt his existence weaken. Hastily trying to stop the boy from doing any more damage, he attempted to talk with him. "Hey! Calm down! You want to see them again right?" Nervousness could be found deep inside each word. Hoping nothing bad would happen. ''How is he still alive? Don''t tell me that old head only sealed him? Sh*** do I have to deal with this guy too?'' However, this proved to be a wasted effort. The image of the boy grew more radiant. Quickly shattering all the chains around him. ''Why do I feel pressure? Is it because he is the original owner of this body..." "I WANT TO SEE THEM!!" Marss, who uncontrollably started to scream into the void, was now becoming more real. ''Dammit! The evolution must have weakened the chains holding him!'' As the scream echoed out, the figure forming the soul of Michael drilled itself selves into Marss''s body. Not planning on giving up against a child. ''You will submit to me!'' And so the void crumbled appart, having the glowing human figure as it''s senter ..... Inside the same alloyed room, Michael''s body was now hanging from what looked like a standing operation table. Several bolts and tools were floating close to him. They resembled some ancient torture devices. In front of his body, Jenkins was seen spinning his purple orb around while looking at the boy. He began to talk to himself while waiting for something. "*Sigh* That old man really disappointed me." Jenkin crossed his arms while shaking his head. Slightly saddened by the current event''s occuring in the real word. "Well, mabye I overworked him with all those ghouls...I mean, im almost out those things! Ha! kid, can you belive that? Sweet gods, that geezer should be at the higher end of the General level if I am not wrong. Which I never am by the way!" He then turned his full attention to the unconscious body. The previous glowing had stopped, and he now began to mumble some inaudible words. "This guy... Did he grind those fatty bastards into dust, or did he eat them? Has no one ever told him that trolls wash their bodies with..." Before he could finish his scentence, a piece of the alloyed wall slammed open like some fancy swing door. A group of villagers were beeing dragged. Steamy black chains and collars could be found on their body, all lead by some giant red horned monster. "Oy!" Jenkin showed some displeasure on his now more visible, well shaped face. Despite having the name of a male, his skin was much smoother than a womans. "I told you to be careful while bringing them here! Look! That red bearded guy passed ou.. No, wait, looks like the ''Nigthmare torches'' got into him." Jenkins then began to clap his covered hands. Getting the attention of the exhausted group of humans. Some of them lacked any luster in their eyes. Believing that they would not come out here alive. Yet, as they began to turn their heads towards the generated noise, an operation table came into view alongside the silhouette of a hooded beauty. All turning their full attention towards the operation table, a figure was seen strapped to it. Most of them had already lost all hope. But despite this, a purple haired woman immediately rose up from the ground togheter with a brown haired man. Both starting to shout with joy. "Marss! my son!" They tried getting his attention, but noticing that he was dead asleep yet breathing brought some hope back. The father, still keeping some of his rationality. stopped. However, his wife was crazily screaming louder. Trying to wake him up. The hooded Jenkins looked at this show. Amusement was written over his glossy lips. ''So this biomancer dude is their kid? No way some child can be this powerful. Mabye he is one of those reincarnated people?'' Thinking to himself, Jenkins then woke up from the running thoughts as the sleeping Marss somehow replied. "Mom.." Marss, as if responding to his mother''s call, forced out while twitching a little. The mother, who noticed her child answer her, tried running towards him. Sadly, she was instantly flung back like a twig by the red horned giant which held her chains. With a *TUMP* her body flew backwards. It was then quickly caught by her husband who threw himself in front of her flying figure. The couple crashed into the alloyed wall since the chains did not restrict them moving backwards. As they smashed into it, something similar to cracking noises could faintly be heard from each one. The father instantly passed out as his head hit the unkown material. The mother was slightly better off. And although she did not move from her husbands embrace, she still weakly called out to her son. This was seen by all the other men, women and children. A small glow of hope grew inside each of their hearts as they watched the two not yield. Jenkins emotionlessly looked at their bleeding figures. Finding this dramatic scene somewhat funny. "I wonder how the kid will react when he wakes up next to the severed heads of his parents.." Finding himself once more revisiting the twisted thoughts which filled his mind, a dagger was then formed out the surrounding darkness. Growing in lenght until it reached the size of a machete. He slowly walked towards them, passing by the chained villagers who shook from the pressure emanating from the black blade. "Since I am a kind man you will only suffer for a short while. Also! when you die, tell that fat hag that I will come for her sooner or later!" Standing in front of the couple, he could still hear some faint whispers emanate from the purple haired woman''s trembling mouth. To this, Jenkins steeled his expression. "You know, lady. Your hair is the same color as one of my soul gems, so I am thinking that killing you right out would be a waste." Before raising the weapon, his yellow eyes began to turn purple. A small ray of light hit the woman''s body. It slowly dispersed, outlining her struggling frame with some dark light. "Now, stand still for me." He then stabbed the blade into her heart. The light within her eyes grew weaker and weaker. However, still aimed at her child''s unconscious body. "Still as persistent as ever huh? Well, don''t blame me then." Jenkins lifted the machete upwards. It began morphing into a longer, more defined cross shaped sword. "Since I will be using your soul for a while, you may get a clean cut." As these words escaped his mouth, Jenkins drew the black sword in an ark towards her neck. It cut thorugh the air. Splitting space as it travelled downwards. No one of the villagers dared look. Plastering their eyes down on the cold, hard floor. Just as it was going to touch her pale skin, ending her life... It suddenly stopped. .... The black blade now rested next the bleeding woman''s neck. Jenkins, who froze up, felt cold sweat run down his back. A very weird feeling was covering the robe he donned. Altough he was familiar with the resentment, the difference beetween this and the usual would be the horrifying amount of pressure. It made him feel genuine fear. Looking down at his sword, he watched as it began to shake. The vibrations originating from his trembling body. Slowly, he spun around. Planning to face this weird feeling head on! As he began to turn, his eyes instantly glued themselves towards the operation table where the strapped boy laid. But as he fully gained the table within his view, his body stopped shaking. Not because of the lessened pressure, but because he did not dare move a muscle. The unconscious kid had woken up. Yet, as he clearly woke up a second ago, no sound was made. No begging. Nothing. As he made eye contact with the boy, he suddenly found himself slightly confused. ''What the hell are those eyes?!'' Jenkins screamed in his mind while starring into the two black whirlpools of death. Aiming themselves in his direction. He tried calming himself down. However, just as he blinked, the boy disappeard from the strapped table. The metal which enforced the shackles were almost unbreakable for those under the level of king. And indeed they were, as no scratch was made on them. ''How did he free himself? Does this kid know space magic? No, wait..did he phase through them?!'' New questions continued to fill his head. But as he ran through the hundreds of possible ways Marss could have freed himself with, he did not dare break the eye contact this time. Refusing to let his drying eyes be moisturized. After this starring contest continued for a while, Marss finally opened his mouth. "mom..?" his voice was still the same as always. This calmed jenkins down as he regained some confidence. ''So this guy only got an eye change? Sure, if that''s all there is to worry about this will continue to go smoothly'' Jenkins aimed his sword at Marss, planning to execute some kind of ranged attack. "Any last words, kid?" Jenkins was now smiling once more. Certain that he would not even need to lift another finger. However, as he was preparing for Marss to answer him, the sensation of death once more covered his heart. "mOthER....?" The previously thin voice was replaced by a sound similar to that of a broken trumpet. Marss''s body began to violently shake. Rattling like the tail belonging to some sort of snake. The now panicking Jenkins could only feel hisfrozen body quietly watch as the boy began to grow and deform. .... Inside Marss''s head.. [Congratulations! Host has successfully evolved!] [Host has begun to form a ''Nuclei''] [Nuclei:Some beasts will form a specific type of core when maturing. Those influenced by magic will have a chance of developing a magic core which strenghtens their essence mainpulation. Those who lean more towards brute strength will form a nuclei. It will largely empower ones physical capabilities. [Some skills have ranked up!] [Some skills have evolved!] [New Title earned!] [New hybrid bloodline has been created!] [Teratorn Peacock as been ingegrated with!] [Teratorn Peacock: Legend has it that this bird once really existed. Its large muscular body is covered by scale-like feathers, able to manipulate the surrounding air. Each feather can absorb an enourmes amount of physical punishment. Combined with its incredible regenerative powers, it holds the title as one of the most robust creatures. Even when fighting opponents of a slightly higher rank. Only beeing vulnerable against elemental magic. It loves to eat raw meat and can grow to the same size as a small house] [Updating information..] [Display engaged] ---------- Layer:General (middle) Lvl:1/60 Name:Marss Zell Johnson . Race:Variant human(new)Age:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal . Energy:10 400/14 000 Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll. Mass:4030 . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 8(+5) (Punch LvL 9(+3) (Trick LvL3) (Muscle empowerment LvL1(new) (Bone shatterer LvL1(new) (perceptionLvL8(+3) (Berserk LvL 4(new) (revenge LvL6(+1) (killer instinct LvL5(new) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Super regeneration LvL7(new) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 9(+2) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL1(new) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL:1(new) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL1(new) (air manipulation LvL4(new) (Kinetic dispersion LvL8(new) (damage convertion LvL4(new) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [Titles] [BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID(new)/???/???/??? . [HYBRID:A title given to those who are born with multiple bloodlines] ---------- Not even glancing at the screen, nor listening to the genderless voice in his head. Marss looked at the robed individual standing in front of his bleeding parents. His vision changed from sometimes only recognizing heat, and back to the normal one. Making ut hard to see. However, for only but a moment, he was able to see behind the armed individual where his fading mother laid. "wHaT DiD yOu Do tO MOm..G..G..eT oUt oF mY hEaD KiD!!!" His voice made a sound akin to multiple people talking at once. Or rather, it was more like two people fighting each other for control. "YoU aRe NoT mY MaTCh BoY!" As the fight continued, the body morphed at the incredible pace. Every cell in his body began to rapidly multiply. The system which usually hindered any large mutation did not work its course this time. His body temprature began flaring. Causing the last remaining clothes he wore to explode inside a growing fire. As his body began to reden, Small feather shaped scales covered his skin. Expanding alongside his mucles. His brown hair spiked backwards. Turning into small hornes which aimed their tip towards the growing tailbone. His now armoured tail split up into many smaller wires. Each growing some sort of metal texure like feathers. They kept enlarging until finally ending up with a a silver feathered moon that covered his back. The arms grew in lenght and thickness. His elbows both shot one sharp piece of feathered bone out. Trying to imitate a deformed wing. Following along the lengthened forearms, his hands and fingers were molded into talons. His knee joints cracked themselves. Twisting towards the growing feather circle on his back. After being properly positioned, they hardened. Not growing any feathers, but leaving all flesh bellow his thighs as red plates. beneath this metal plating were his transforming feet. They now resembled somthing originally found on a raptor. After his entire body was done morphing into a silver colored terror bird, his face was pulled and expanded. The lips plating themselves in some sort of flat beak while the facial structure was now more similar towards a voodoo mask. Weakly reflecting a human appearance. As his transformation finished, leaving the villagers and the large red horned beasted horrified, Jenkins was gasping for more air as he starred at the dinosaurs like harpy. Not even taking another minute to think, he ordered the red brute to attack the once small and fragile Marss. With no choice, it just charged at him. As it was at the low level general realm, the monster swung its meaty arm at the similarly sized abomination. Expecting to at least deal some damage. As the fist neared the mask shaped face, it was then caught by the talon-hand which was connected to the long and scaly arm. "YoU aRe EvEn mOrE aNnOyiNG tHAn THe KiD..." The beast that was once Marss then casualy flung the other claw at it. Connecting to the red mass of flesh and bone,the silver scaled talon punched a boulder sized hole through its chest. Instantly killing it. Jenkins''s hood was blown of thanks tothe air current generated by the punch. Showing his beautiful feminin traits. No different than a top class beauty from a noble family. But no one cared about this now. The alloyed room was silenced as the villagers freed themselves from the disappearing chains. crawling further away from the battle. Jenkings only stood there. Seeing both the red corpse laying beneath the feathered titan and the thick beak lips forming into a maniacal smile, he looked at the two orange eyes once more pointed in his direction. He did not tremble as they looked at each other. Because he had already lost all the feelings in his body. The black sword in his small hand dissipated along side the previously held confidence. Hearing the quacking breathing generated by this THING. Jenkins felt a warm feeling of running water fill the pants beneath the robe he wore. "F***" 13 Digging ones own grave Being looked down upon by this ancient beast, Jenkins didn''t even notice the puddle of water forming around his groin. For he was currently pulling all available energy into his brain. Trying to come up with a way to escape. ''Can''t just teleport him into another room? No, wait, that was only possible when I had the system. To think losing it would bite me in the a*** later on.'' He grew somwhat more fearful while remembering a certan incident. ''My level is at the middle layer of the general rank. ''Ranged dark magic'' while throwing the rest of my ''puppet vessels'' should do the trick.'' The His shaking lessened slightly as the plan was simulated. Time now slowed down. While beeing starred down, Jenkins abruptly threw his delicate body backwards. The robe shaking in the wind alongside his shoulder lenght golden hair. Answering this provocation, Marss hit the metal floor with one of his mutated legs. Denting it with a tire sized footprint. As Jenkins looked at this heavy creature fly towards him, he was both astonished yet relived. Relieved because It followed the simulation he just ran. Astonished because the air around the brute seemed to propel him forward. While rushing at him the feather plates were sparkling with a weak blue color. ''He is much faster than I expected. However..'' He aimed the palm of his hand towards the roof. A purple orb appeared in it''s center, realising some sort of steam. "EAT THIS YOU FREAK!" With his will, the ball flashed with similar purple light. As the glow disappeared, five creatures spawned in front of the ascending Jenkins. Blocking Marss''s path. Four of them shared the appearence of some bulky 3 meter tall mummy. The last beast stood behind them on its four legs. Slightly looking like a pitbull, yet much larger. Similar in size to a hummer. Its jaw was big enough to fit a table. The thin fur covering its body sometimes intersected with plates of white bone protecting more vital parts. As if reading their master''s mind, they all began to intercept the humanoid bird flying in his direction. Seeing this, Jenkins stretch the other empty hand out. Chanting a incantation in his mind. ''Dark magic: pinned void'' A dark ball of light grew inside his palm. blinking and disappearing. The flying Marss felt an unkown force slow him down. Trying to break free from the disturbance, his feathers took on a darker luster, pulling more on the air around surrounding the massive body. Jenkings, now landing near the wall, looked towards two unmoving bodies, stretching his empty hand towards the one with purple hair. ''Dark magic: black vaccum!'' As he thought of these words, the thin body flew in his direction. Catching and placing his elbow around the individuals neck. The personalities inside seemed to turn, and the large bird took a more maniacal appearence. Probably because the current host was less suites to handle the animalistic instincts, ans also had a weaker mental fortitude. This action was caught by the now freed Marss, his body trembled as his mind recognized the appearance of the body. "mOM!" Enraged by the robed woman''s action, he violently sliced the talons through the air. The part making up his fingers shone blue as it was swung sideways. Strands of air crashed into the beast''s trying to intercept him. All five easily being cut into several pieces. Not expecting him to dispatche his strongest pets so easily, Jenkins tightened his grip around the womans neck. Marss, who was rapidly flying towards them, broke his pursuit when noticing this. Stopping only a couple of breathes away from them. His mind regained some clarity, as he was afraid of the woman doing anything to his bleeding mother. ''Sh** that was close. Altough I tried to go for the guy, this woman somehow seems to still breath. If I could turn her into a puppet then mabye controlling this guy is possible. Sadly, such a thing requires time.'' He tried to share some of his energy with her, keeping her alive a little longer. Seemingly working, the woman coughed out a mouthful of blood. Making Marss take a step back. Seeing his reaction, Jenkins shouted at him "Another step and she dies!" While trying to not make his mellow voice tremble. Marss backed up further. Ending up in the middle of the room. His transformation reversed itself a little, causing the body to shrink until reaching 3 meters. The beautiful silver moon on hos back became less visible as it retracted. They both held their own ground firmly. While holding onto the continuously bleeding woman, Jenkins willed the alloyed metal wall behind him to open. It created a circling exit, containing a long tunnel with a warm light at the end. The remaining villagers, who had watched this horrifying battle unravel, all darted towards it. Jenkins and Marss did not move however, as they continued to look at each other. As most of the villagers ran through it, the figure of an old man rose from the black floor. His white beard was messed up alongside the now ragged robe. The elder had previously run out of energy. Making him pass out. However, as he woke up, he was greeted by the scene where Marss took the form of some type of bird. Removing the attention from them. He looked at the now slightly smaller monster. Remembering the image of the boy which he had banished away into the wilds. ''Did he receive the blessing of a god as he traversed the ''hellgreen woods''? If so, it must be by one of the beast diety''s. If not them, mabye one of the blood lords?'' Although he was curious, he had not grown senile yet. Dragging his exhaust and aged body towards the light. As he continued forward, however, he noticed the unconscious body of the boy''s father. Glancing at the Towering bird humanoid once more, he then picked the man up. As he was at the general level, his body would not be slowed down by carrying some malnourished farmer along with it. This was all caught by Marss. Some tears appeared in the corner of his large eyes. Two black pupils were taking form inside the orange sockets. The elder only gave a nod followed by a quick sentence before dragging both himself and the father through the tunnel. "If fate allows it, then let us meet once more, Marss." He then disappeared into the end. ... Jenkins and Marss were silently looking at each other. After all the people dissapeard, only they and some monster corpses were left behind. Breaking the silence, Jenkins began to speak. His deep feminin voice showing some tiredness while echoing through the tunnel behind him. "Kid, how about this. I will leave her body here as I exit the tunnel. Pretty fair, right?" This suggestion was made out of pure desperation. He could not hold this dying peasent alive with only some energy. After all, a punctured heart was never an easy thing to fix, even with several healing mages and pills. Marss shook slightly. How could he refuse? After beeing locked inside that cursed void for what felt like an eternity, he began to miss his parents more and more. They were the only thing in this world which he truly valued. He had no companion, no friends. Only them. Another step was taken backwards. Symbolizing that his willingness. Jenkings smiled to this, preparing to throw the woman at him while dashing away. He had already made plans for the core to self- destruct. Removing this stain from ever being seen again. Feeling a little regret as this was thought through did not change his mind. Building a dungeon was child''s play for an expert like himself, but he could not leave this horrid trash alive. Fearing it would come for his life sooner or later. Marss''s mother was almost gone. But with the shared energy she regain some temporary clarity. As her vision cleared a little, some kind of bird came into her view. Looking at this monster, she felt somewhat weird. Almost as if she knew it. A faint memory emerged within her consciousness. It was from the spoiled days she spent as a noble woman. Second daughter of the man controlling the fourth most powerful clan in the human capital. the Zell family. Her life continued to flow like a river through the dialating pupils. Slowing down as she once more saw the day where she escaped from her arranged marriage. Running alongside a familiar brown haired man. The one she had grown up with. Moving on, another sequence played. The day where her first and only child came into this world. As Jenkins began to crouch down, preparing to lay down the dying woman. Planning to kick her across the room for the mindless animal to chase, something unexpected happened. This woman, who was now pale like snow, barely holding onto life, moved her mouth. "Marss...My darling Marss..." This was the last thing Lena muttered. As her body ceased to work. Marss begun to grow impatient. Waiting for that bastard to let go of his mother. Jenkings did not react, afraid he would alert the waiting predator. ''So she finally died, huh? Luckily that guy reversed his transformation. Making him unable notice when her heart stopped'' Inside his mind he was grinning like a drunk madman. Looking once more through the flawless plan set up. ''AHAHAH! This was my win from the start!!! You can only blame your own foolishness for not accepting a quick death!! Rejecting a offered made by this great and merciful lord was your downfall!'' However, as he placed the body of the dead woman down, she unexpectedly began to emit a purple glow. Both shockingly starred at this sight. Marss was unable to figure out what it was that happened to his mother. However, not sharing this oblivious state of mind, Jenkins began to feel his foolproof plan crumble before his eyes, as he knew what this represented. ''S*** I FORGOT THE SOUL TRAP!!!!'' Sweat poured down from his stunning forehead as he tried to think of what to do. ''I need to bring out a soul gem before her spirit get claimed!'' Sadly for the miserable Jenkings, he was given no such chance. Lena''s bodycrystallized and shattered. Turning into dust. ''How could I forget such an important detail?! It''s all that giant chicken''s fault dammit! I would never make such a mistake if only I...'' As he took his eyes off the dispersing shards, he found that Marss looked in his direction. The armoured body violently began to expand as he let out a loud a mighty roar. The dungeon began to quake as the enraged being launched himself forward. Instantlysmashing through the sound barrier. Travelling in a straight line, the silver asteroid aimed itself at person who had wronged it. The unfortunate fool named Jenkins. 14 Sacrifice "gET bAcK HeRe!!!" Mars threw himself forwards like a wild bolt of lightning shooting through the heavens. ---------- [Abilites Activated!] [Sprint LvL:8] . [Berzerk LvL:4] (physical power is quadrupled) (Energy consumed per second is quadrupled) . [Killer instinct LvL:5] (Erroding specified target''s will to live) (This only works on creatures weaker than the user) . [Muscle empowerment LvL:1] (Increase''s muscle efficiency by 100%) (Will not stack with other abilities) . ---------- Marss''s body began to change color. The silver feathers were now covered by a Glowing orange color. It looked like an unfinished steel blade being heated up inside the blood of a Volcano. Feeling the sudden rise in temprature, Jenkins began to wildly spawn a combined force made up of humanoid undead and some previously seen red horned monsters. Hoping to slow down the unbreakable fortress which flew in his direction. Not even daring to look back or try to cast some debuff magic, as he knew it would not do anything towards the vengeful beast, he kept running towards the exiting tunnel. Although he did not watch what was unfolding, he could somehow figure out the result, as the booming sounds generated by the crushed flesh never ceased to resonate in the long sharp ears. ''How the hell did I end up here again?! Curse that damn snake. I should''ve know offering such a reward for some puny mortals was too good to be true! Gutting that reptile will be the first thing I do after getting out of here, Dammit!'' ''Dark magic:hastened end!'' Jenkings increased his speed with the use of an incantation, making his speeding afterimage darker. The sudden increase made his golden hair sway against the wind like a kite. As he kept running, the light at the end grew more and more radiant. It almost seemed like he would make it out. Almost, that is. He was stopped by a burning pain emanating from the follicles on top of his head. The flowing locks were now tightly held by a mighty bird of prey which stood behind him. As Marss tightened his grip, the bulging arm once more increased in size. Pushing the muscles to their limit. And with that, he threw Jenkins. When one advances in both rank and level, the body will naturally grow stronger. However, as Jenkins mainly specialized in dark magic and puppeteering, he was left helpless when the air pressure pinned his body in place. Nothing stopping him as he traveled back through the tunnel. Unable to even processes the color of the passing walls, he continued on his way like a broken rag doll. And the last thing he was able to see was the black wall mashing his body into mush. The whole room shook as his figure now was engraved into the dented alloy. The destructive impact not only marked the specially made material, but also shattered all the bones in his elegant body. Every blood wessel and organ were evenly smeard across the surrounding area. Forming a red sun. As he watched the woman who took his mother away be turned into liquid, a sense of satisfaction and exhaustion was washed over his mind. [Warning!] [Host has depleted internal energy reserves!] [body shutting down] This was all that he heard as his once giant frame shrank until leaving a naked, brown haired human boy near the exit. ... After an unknown amount of time, Marss woke up from his slumber. His body was still sore as he laied naked in the ground. Only able to move his eyes properly. As he laid there beetween the shadowy pathay and sunshined filled exit, he started to cry. "Why...mom..I''m sorry. I''m sorry I could not even make you the slightest bit proud." His exhausted facial expresion contorted itself into a despairing grimace. More tears flowing down his cheeks as the pain inside his heart strengthened. "*sniff* This is all your fault! trying to claim my body as your own *Sniff* You even killed Fenrik. And now mom is also gone! Does human life mean nothing to you?!" Marss furthered his despair as he yelled to an imaginary existence. "Did you also not kill someone just now?" Within his head, Michael''s voice echoed like a drill. Shaking his brain back and forth even when gently speaking. "Not only are you inexperienced, Marss. you are also an idiot. Unable to solve your own problems efficiently. To think a coward like you survived this long." The whispers of Michael resonated inside Marss''s head. The man could feel the angered emotions building up within. Bringing him a good chuckle. The tears falling from Marss''s eyes were replaced by snot which flowed out of both nostrils. "You are no better than me! *sniff*. What do you know..dummy! I bet you lived a comfortable life before ending up inside my head! You will never know how I feel!" Marss began to bark the air in front of him. Directing everything towards the ghost which haunted him. Michael didn''t feel like bothering this guy anylonger and just played of the life he had from earth. As Marss kept crying, a sudden jolt traveled throughout his brain. Creating a bunch of unkown memories. As he was forced to watch, Marss didn''t bother to resist, as the crying and choking had drained most of the recovered energy. The memory started with a small male child. the boy was no different than any other of his age, but was always treated as less because of his looks. As time slowly passed and he grew up, sequences played itself. Light bullying turned into brutal beatings. Harassment turning into numerous assults. The growing boy slowly fell behind in everything he did, never once able to catch up. Never listening to his parents as they tried to help and encourage him. Wasting all the given resources. Marss was shocked by this scene. His tears stopped in place as he fully focused on the memories. Time continued to pass, and the older the boy god, the more longer he fell behind. However... As he one day came home with multiple bruises, he found his mother holding two blurry images. It felt like they were always there, but he only just noticed them. Mabye because they were the first people other than his parents who sincerely smiled at him. Not carring if he was any different or weaker than others. They loved him because it was what they choose to do! Although these two smiles could not be considered much for a normal person...it ignited a long extinguish fire inside his body. It allowed him to belive in himself once more. Giving himself a reason to fight! As the boy continued to age, he slowly started to surpass those who once spat at his existence. Noticing the kid they trampled on as young grow so much, they hoped to hold him in their grasp. Using him as a tool. However, he did not allow such a thing to happen. Always remembering the smiling faces of those two. Time continued to move, and the boy began to grow more successful. Forgiving the scum who looked down on him, but never forgetting what they had done. Using the disgrace and hatred as an iron hammer to eternaly forge his mind and body. He kept moving alongside the two smiling blurres, loving them both equally. Wishing to be able to one day grant them the same kind of joy he now felt. However, his life was cut short, as he was betrayed by the only companion he chose to keep. Marss engraved all of this inside his heart. Now mocking his previously spoiled attitude. Pulling himself togheter, he tried to call out to the voice once more. "W..Who are you?" Whike waiting patiently, he finally got a reply. "Just some guy with.....unfinished business..." "Please!" Marss''s determination began to ignite. Remembering how the boy in the memories climbed up from that deep ravine using only his bare hands. He always knew deep down that his mother and father were the only one''s who carred for his well being. But was never able to thank them for never giving up on the failure he viewed himself as. "Please...Please help me become strong!" He now wished to gain power. Enough make his parents proud. Even if only once. But despite his calling, the voice did not respond to him, no matter how long he waited. "No, please!! Please come back!!" Pleading towards the brick roof he starred into, the system activated itself [Warning!] [Host is suffering from conflicting souls] [Do you wish to merge them together?] Seeing this as a chance, Marss hurriedly willed it to begin. Hoping to be able to hear the dissipated voice again. [Confirmed] [Proceeding with fusion...] [Process will take 120 Seconds] [Host will be severely weakened while unconscious] [Please wait] .... Back inside the bloody black room filled with minced monster corpses, a plump body was rising up from one of the corners. "wh..what? what happened? I only closed my eyes for a second... Hey, are you still there, elde...r? HAAAAA!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!" The rising body did not belong to anyone else other than the sturdy, red bearded villager named Gen. Father of the previously murdered Fenrik. He was unable to understand what was going on in this place. Only remembering a sweet voice sending him to sleep while he and the others traversed those haunted hall''s. As he regained more clarity, he remember a order he gave himself before passing out. "Yes! I need to strangle that damn Marss in front of his parents! Either that, or hack them all togheter! I swear to do it! Now, where is that damn Johnson?" Gen looked around the smelly room, but could not find anything other than those remains. Also, that red circle covering the one wall threw him a little off. Beginning to wander towards the light emitting tunnel. Looking like the path out of here. "Whatever! I will get those filthy rats before asking about what happened in here. If I don''t kill at least one, I will never be able to sleep again." Dragging his big body whil wearing the blood soaked leather clothes, Gen continued to head towards the end of the long tunnel. "But a bath would be nice..." As he neared the end of the light, he suddenly stopped. Catching a glimpse of the familiar body which laid next to the exit. "I...Is this...." Gen started to slowly smile as he recognized the naked boy. His expression turning more crazed each time a new facial mucle moved. "Are the godesses of luck smiling at me...?" "This is too good to be true!" To think that he would find one of those bastards this soon.. The gods really smiled at him, weren''t they? But something didn''t look right... Did this kid''s hair always give of that glowing white luster?Even his eyes were now a little similar to two lanters. Did he swallow some sort of bulb mabye? ''No! that is not important now! I needed to this! Haha, this damn rat will finally be killed.'' He could now finish what that whispering voice in his mind kept telling him to. The one who started speaking while looked into those weird torches when traveling alongside the other''s. As Gen approached the sleeping child, He shortly ended up right in front of it. The whispers telling him to stomp on it''s throat were getting stronger, almost as if they transformed into a raging echo, completely shutting down every other part of his brain. It did not take long for him to slowly raise his robust leg. Even though he was from a poor village, Gen had a higher standing hanks to his son, or that is, he once had. Remembering the sight of his foolish son made the voice shake his mind more. Driving him further into insanity. He kept his big leg hovering over Marss''s throat. Savoring the sight which was about to come. Some off the monster blood he was covered in dripped off on the fragile throat. His eyes almost rolled back due to the ecstatic and triumphant feeling traveling through his body as he watched this. But, Gen was never one to savor his victories. All the available mucle fibers he could connect with activated. Causing his leg to quickly descend down towards Marss''s Adam''s apple. Just as he was about to flatten this cursed beeing, he noticed that the falling leg was.....thrown off course? It implanted itself into the brick floor making up the tunnel. Some lingering dust particle flew to the each side as his foot landed right beside the boy''s shoulder blade. What is this? Had he grown senile? ''Why did I miss?'' Not able to understand why his leg left betrayed him like this, he was planning on giving it a chance to redeem itself. I mean... his leg would never betray him for this dirt poor child? Right? ''Never! you would never go behind my back! Lets give it a new try. Or what do you say, old friend?'' His thoughts, which were more jumbled than ever, were now harmoniously flying alongside that whisper. As he prepared to once more lift his leg, something even more strange happened. It...It didn''t move? what the hell?! Had his leg really betrayed him!? ''Just you wait! I will cut you off sooner or later. Hmpf, I have no need for a untrustworthy pile of bones like yourself!'' As he kept on cursing at the leg which refused to answer his thoughts, he starter to lift the other one. The left leg still seemed to support him in this matter! He once more positioned it alongside his body. Right on top of the little boy who still kept giving off a faint white glow from both the hair and eyelids. ''I will just trample on your head until this built up tension disappears then! He imagined how all the bones in this tender face would break benath his soaking red shoes. Yet, as he planned on dropping his leg like a guillotine on this brat, his plan''s were once more foiled. For the leg did not even budging an inch as it stood above the child''s head. His two blue irises each took on a darker color as red bloody streaks swelled inside the whites of the eyes. Stimulated from his raging state of mind, unable to understand what was going on. As the redness in his eyes grew stronger, however, some type of light was registered coming from underneath his head. It did not originate from Marss, as his was not that strong. But instead from a small purple orb embedded inside his chest. "Wait... Were did this thing come fro.." Before Gen could mutter another word, he felt all his senses shut down. The whispers in his head disappeared, replaced by deep feminine tone. "Hey, baldy. You better listen when this great lord is speaking!" It''s tender voice hammered itself into his brain. The eardrums popped even though it came from his mind. "Did you know that gingers are pretty rare on this side of Farleng?" .... As the boy slowly woke up, the screams of a suffering man could be heard. Followed by some weird cracking noises. Opening his now light brown eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a somewhat familiar red bearded man having his skin and mucle stretch in every possible direction. Almost as if he was made up of several balls of fluffed yarn. ''Did I regain control? No, wait, I can steel feel the other guy.. It''s as if I only have control for the moment...'' ''I promise. I will purge that rotten piece of trash out of this body!'' Seeing this guy being pushed towards the edges of hell, he could do nothing but wait until his body regained it''s ability to move. Sometimes looking away, sometimes looking back out of curiosity. He got impatient and afraid as the waiting continued. Not taking notice of his now dark golden hair. The cold brick floor, combined with the nearby sunshine from the exit seemed to speed up the recovery. The signals from his brain started to successfully travel down the spine, allowing him to rise up, preparing to jump away from the shrinking, fleshy figure behind him. Beginning to struggle towards the wall made of light, he suddenly felt all hell break lose inside his head as the contorted screaming stopped togheter with the loud cracking. Just as he was about to touch the yellow/white surface, he felt something grip tighlty onto one of his elbow. Being suddenly grabbed like this just fueled the ringing danger senses. As the grip around his elbow tighten, he was then flung back. No different than a leaf being dragged away by a tornado. His body rolled through the air, crashing and sliding on the brick floor below. The impact ripped some of the skin on his back as his level was reset to 1 and he had no mutations. If he remembered correctly, the level of a human would never reset. After all, they lacked the ability to evolve. But, being granted the abilites he had, the power to fuse and empower the bloodline and genetic code of all beasts absorbed, made him a exception to this iron rule. The itching pain disappeared as his body pumped itself full of adrenaline. Heightening the exhausted senses. Aiming his tired light brown eyes towards the approaching enemy. Expecting to see the bald red beard man from before, or atleast something similar, he steeled his heart, but could not be more shocked as he turned towards it. It was...very familiar infact. Too familiar. Almost identical to the blond haired elf he just squashed. The slim and well shaped body still resembled that of a woman''s. Even the ears had even grown to similarly seen before length. Sticking out like sharp white thorns. The only difference between this guy and the now melted red sun starring back at him from the alloyed room, was the long red locks and the blue pricks inside his well rounded eyes. Of course, there was also the bloodied leather clothes, but they were not worth looking at, as the enimety filled gaze was unbreakable. As the alluring figure came closer, its sweet mellow voice echoed throughout the barely lit tunnel. "Never have I seen such a strong biomantic- fusion. Its too powerful in fact. Could you be a beastmaster? No... you still retained a normal human form, so mabye a living secret skill?" Marss took in what he said, but barely process it as the system ran while the man spoke. - [Hostile target detected] [Chances of winning:???] [Chances of dying:???] [Chances of fleeing:???] - ''Really? At this time?'' ''open display!'' [Display engaged] ---------- Layer:General (middle) Lvl:1/60 Name:Ma???l ???? ???? . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Tired Body status:Exhausted (damaged) . Energy:1 000/14 000 Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll. Mass:4030 . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 8) (Punch LvL 9) (Trick LvL3) (Muscle empowerment LvL 2(+1) (Bone shatterer LvL1) (perceptionLvL8) (Berserk LvL 5(+1) (revenge LvL6) (killer instinct LvL5(new) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Super regeneration LvL7) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 9) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL1) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL:1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL1) (air manipulation LvL5(+1) (Kinetic dispersion LvL8(new) (damage convertion LvL4) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [NEW TITLES EARNED!] [Titles] [BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID/GEMINI(new)/KINDLED(new)/???/??? . [GEMINI:A Title granted to those who have fused two compatible souls togheter] (Decreases energy needed to cast magic and use abilities) . [KINDLED: A Title granted to those who refuse to accept a failed fate] (Mind control immunity) ---------- ''Can I take him on with only 1000 energy available?'' Marss didn''t look at any of the other notifications exept the energy value. For he could not gauge out how much his evolved skills would use. Then suddenly, he question. ''Can I mutate my body?'' [Affirmative] [Specify mutation?] His light brown eyes lit up as he screamed outloude. "I WANT ALL OF THEM! EVERY SINGLE ONE!!" [This procces will take 9 seconds as host''s body is used to mutation] .... Looking at fear hopping inside that deflated chicken''s eyes, Jenkins was able to gain some closure. But still dissatisfied. ''Forcing me to take over this smelly, bald human was already where the limit went. BUT CRUSHING MY BODY?? AND THINKING YOU COULD LEAVE??'' The hate brewing inside his heart was boiling over. He began to imagine how opening this bird in human skin would look. Slowly figuring out what type of path it walked to gain this never before seen power. ''Could be a blessing... But cutting him would ease my anger, so lets go with that.'' He was slowly getting closer. Watching every movement the boy made while preparing his dark magic. ''This body is not compatible with my soul. Not only that, my casting speed is much slower.'' His desire to torture this wretched child grew more as he looked into its eyes. However, Jenkins suddenly stopped as the boy began to unexpectedly scream. "I WANT ALL OF THEM! EVERY SINGLE ONE!!" Looking at the panicking child, he smirked a little while thinking of why it would suddenly cause so much noise. ''Did the kid go mad? Well, there are other things I can break. So this lord shall forgive you.'' But this thought disappeared as the boy''s body began to expand once more. 15 Finale Marss''s body once more summoned forth the power of the prehistoric war machine. The feather and talons emerged once more and took the shape of the claws of a raptor and a peacock. The face changed into the previous mask while a growing silver moon began to cover his back. The primal and destructive grace would make every creature beneath the king layer fervently worship him. ''S***!! Again?! What the hell is this kid?'' Was the world really going against him? Who cares, it probably was. He chanted out loud while stretching his delicate hand. "Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!" A dark, jagged arrow was shot out from his palm. But as it traveled past his fingers, the hand began to corrode itself under some black rash. the surrounding tissue turned to crumbs and disappeared. ''F***! This body is worse than i thought. Sadly, undead have socks for brains and I am all out of lesser balrogs.'' As Jenkins tried to find a solution, he ran towards the flashy wall on the end of the tunnel. ''Whatever, I''ll find a new body and be back.'' But as he was only some steps from exiting, he stopped. Hearing an unfamiliar scream of pain make the dark, brick walls tremble "I...I aM MicHAeL DaMmiT!! GeT OUt!!!!" He looked back, instantly greeted by the sight of the silver beast now having a largebleeding hole through the left side of its chest. The surrounding feathers were darkening, eroded by the same rashes Jenkins''s hand suffered from. ''A..Are you serious? He is that weak to magic!?" ''Why didn''t I use offensive spells?! Agh, with this body I can only cast it a few more times!'' He didn''t care about this new information, choosing to escape. Coming for revenge later on was doable, now that the creature''s weakness was discovered. As he was prepared to escape through the portal, a suction force caught his body. It was like an underwater current forcefully dragged his body along with it. Behind him, Marss, or mabye Michael extended one of the giant talons towards the escaping Jenkins. Covering his wounded chest with the other. - [Passive Ability activated] [air manipulation LvL 5(+1)] (Can manipulate a limited amount of air surrounding the user. This does not consume energy as it''s a passive skill) - The feathers turned dark blue, beginning to absorb in all the surrounding air like a vaccum. ''What a persistant guy. however...'' Jenkins aimed his now rotting hand towards the location where the beast stood. "Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!'' Another bolt of darkness was shot out from the crumbling palm. Turning all surrounding flesh and bone into dust, only slowing down as it neared the end of his thin forearm. The dark bolt furthered accelerated when it rode on the suction force. Not giving Marss any chance to dodge. Trying to instinctively lean to the side, the arrow, which was aimed at the center of his large chest, hit the shoulder joint. As the darkness connected with his body. It only gave a soft ''boom'' as It drilled deeper into it. Completely ignoring the once indestructible scales. The feathers once more melted away under the rash. Jenkins landed on the floor as he fell from down due to the disappearance of the current. Now starting to run towards the exit. However, he was yet again found dragged backwards. Locking eyes with the beast who now had a pained expression plastered onto the voodoo masked face. Marss was using his undamaged hand to create the vaccum. The first one he used was now barely attached. An ever growing hole was forming around the place where itconnected to his upper body. ''This kid is really persistent. However!" Jenkings once more aimed his forearm stump towards Marss while chanting the same line. "Dark Magic: Arrow Of The End!" The black bolt fired away. This time, completely destroying his right arm. The arrow flew faster on the air current, but Marss was expecting the same trick twice. Slicing the air vertically downwards with his dark blue talon. Sending one large razor of wind towards it. The two projectiles did not crash into each other, but the vertical blade sendt the arrow off course. it plummeted into the ground. As Jenkins watched one of his most powerful attacks swallow up a piece of brick floor, he widened the gorgeous blue eyes. ''What? Is his mind still intact? WAIT! I can use ''That'' since he now has some common sense! HAHA, at least that murky fog gave me some sort of advanced payment.'' Jenkings once more made a foolproof plan in his mind, not taking more than 0,34 seconds. "Hey, freak!" He shouted at the fully focused bird. As the shout echoed throughout the tunel, he summoned the familiar purple orb out once more. Preparing something. "Try avoiding this!" As Jenkins then aimed it towards Marss''s body. A small silver needle was materialized and fired out. Flying towards his head blindingly fast. Thanks to it''s small size and speed, Marss was unable to properly react as it ignored the air shield he had formed while Jenkins screamed. It jammed itself into his forehead, Removing all color from his predatory orange eyes. Turning them pure white. When Jenkings saw his attack hit, he madly laughed at the now unconscious monster. "HAHAHAHA SO LONG SUCKER! I bet you don''t know what that is? Well, let this handsome and merciful lord explain! Since you will never see the outside again!" The ecstatic smile which covered his face then moved again. Not hiding any arrogance. "That''s called a ''Soul Spike''. And as long as that thing is connected to your body, you can forget about ever using your brain again! Your body is not only an empty shell, but it is also MY new toy! HAHA! No, wait, not toy, that sounds weird... Ah! My new trophy! YES HAHA!" He laughed so hard that the shoulder lenght red hair flew from side to side. Raising the remaining, delicate arm to the side. If looking closer, you could also see the sharp also madly twitch. He walked towards the unmoving brute, ending up with only one breath away from it. "Wow, you really are ugly. Tsk. Tsk. Despite of your appearence, I need to find out how you are able to transform like that." As he happily starred at the brute, his eyes shifted to the needle. "What? is it shaking? That''s never happened before.." Taking a closer look at it, he found a golden crack. Was this a joke played on him? A weapon that not even an emperor layer could scratch was cracked? "If you dare tell me that this won''t work I will personally go and apologize to that b***." .... As marss felt the needle ignore the air barrier he created, it stuck into his forehead with a pluck. Nothing seemed to physicaly change, until the surrounding hall turned into a white void. It was smiliar to the feeling felt when closing the eyes. ''What happened? I can''t move?!'' [WARNING!] [Host''s mind is sealed for ??? amount of time] He was terrified once the system tried to explain what happened, but then... [Title activated!] [KINDLED:Immunity to mind control] [Host''s body is reawakening] He didn''t even have time to read all the warnings as the white background dissipated. .... Marss was now starring down the red haired Jenkins who stood in front of him. They both looked at each other, not moving. Marss, however, raised his still functioning arm up in the air, curling it into a fist. He was planning to flatten the gorgeous man once and for all. Jenkings watched as Marss raised his continuously bulging silver arm. Multiple small tornados could be seen forming around it. Like a bunch of rotating saws spinning at full speed. His blue eyes sharpened. He had already run through over fifty new plans which would help solve this problem. But as he reviewed them each at the time, Jenkings finally decided what the best course of action was. Every cell and fiber in his body focused themselves into the baleful eyes of the monster. Fully preparing himself for the next move. His expression was dead serious, not even a hint of fear was visible. Then, his soft and elegant mouth started to move. Making sure to speak loud enough for the monstrosity to hear, but silent enough to not make his voice echo. "Do you want to see your mother once more?" And just as Jenkins expected, the tornados around the clenched talon dispersed. ..... The two looked at each other silently. "You understand what I''m saying, right kid?" Marss looked at the unreadable redhead. Thinking over what was said. "yOu bEtTEr sTaRT SPeAKiNg" The deep and broken voice was heard by Jenkins. It made him smile on the inside. "How about we make a deal....Marss, right?" The invisible smile could be felt but not seen. Even Marss felt the confidence laying in each word leaking out. A confidence built on top of the newly earned victory. He had lost. However, even a loss could become a victory if used correctly. ".....COntInuE" Jenkins let out a small chuckle. The red hair shook a little as he looked up at the big kitty. "Easy, you see this purple ball? Well, it''s called a dungeon core. As it contains QUITE the large amount of magic essence, and I being a great magician, creating a contract seal should''t be too hard soo..." He stratched his sharp chin with the remaining hand. Pretending to be in deep thought. "GhET tO THe poInt!" Marss impatiently barked lightly, yet still causing the hallway to shake a little. All while his body retracted some of it''s feathers. "Ok Ok! No need to get grumpy. Yes, A contract! Let''s set some fair condition. Just a second..." Jenkins placed his remaining arm on the orb. It switched color from purple to white. Shooting out a flaming white piece if paper. "First, we will from now on, help each other out. Having a similar relationship as two good buddies. No unnecessary battles where both of us lose out." "Second, we will share every ''Necessary secret'' we are In store of. Like system status and such. No need to hide anything between good brothers, am I right?" The mellow voice passed through every rectracring piece of armor. Not totally agreeing, but not refusing anything yet. "Lastly, we will help each other achieve both our goals. I will always help you when you are in trouble and vise versa!" Placing his hand on his hip, as if standing on the tip of a mountain as he looked down at the clouds. "Yes, also, all actions have to be discussed properly. If one party is not swayed by the presented arguments, the plans in making may be seen as invalid. So we won''t start anything difficult. You can refuse almost all requests I make! Sweet, right? Jenkins smuggly smiled at the silent Marss. His alluring feminine features could entrance any easily fooled man. But for Marss, he seemed no different than an evil demoness as the man ended with his last sentence. "How does this sound, kiddo?" ''If he refuses or tries to negotiate I''ll just kill him.... But I can sense that mabye the other guy inside that bird might figure me out...'' ... Marss heard and registered everything. Feeling like this was some really good swindle. His body grew smaller. Most of it restored itself back to something more humanoid, looking like half-man/half-harpy. "first, you HavE to tEll mE yOuR goal." "Ah, yes....that...Well, you see... Due to some certain circumstances, I plan on turning like let''s say...ten precent of this universe into something resembling a burnt chicken nugget. Now, Now, I know this may sound bad, but it''s for a good cause." As he spoke, another, identical voice was playing in his mind. ''Being able to break the ''Soul Spike'' told me everything. You possess an immunity towards brainwashing, right? Then forget about ever being able to live a normal life. THEY would never allow such an existence. Our plan''s almost certainly align as your fate must be cursed. Cursed like my own." Marss was planning on refusing. Trying to negotiate some better terms as he slowly crushed every bone in this guy''s body. However, something suddenly felt different. It was akin to when he spoke to that voice in his head. It was as if it told him to accept the offer, causing a slight mental battle to happen inside his head. As the slight struggle continued for a second, he felt his will be overpowered and an unwilling answer escaped his mouth. "I...I accept your c..conDiTionS!" As these word came into existence, The white piece of paper shot out two burning collars towards both the figures. Jenkins stood there with his smirk, not moving a single mucle. Marss, however, slightly struggled against it but quickly gave up as it tightened around his bulky neck. .... Inside of Marss''s consciousness, two slightly similar humanoid figures were now connected by a cord of light. They both sat there, naked and cross legged. facing each other. The one had a hair full of shiny gold hair and a set of golden eyes. The other one with head full of dark brown hair and brown eyes. They were almost identical in looks. "Why did you accept with such horrible conditions? I thought you said you were going to help me...." The golden eyes of the opposition shone brighter as he then spoke with a young, but very dominating tone of speech. ''This idiot won''t belive me if I just say I felt trying to argue would lead to something bad...'' "Let me ask you something, Marss. Have you ever read any books before?" *Silenece* "M..Mom and Dad had some back home, but I never opened them." Michael''s eyes sharpened as he looked at the boy shying away. His hair slowly became more babtized with the gold luster. "Not only inexperienced, but also hopeless. Very well. Listen to this then." "Back in my world, reading was one of my daily activities. Books are fragments of all collective minds who chose to pass on their wisdom. And in one of the ones I read, written by an incredible war general, I learnt ''The Art of War''. That man singlehandedly guarded his homeland using the founding principles he had about fighting." Michael slowly closed his eyes. Reminiscing about his past collection of hoarded knowledge. "The only thing''s you need to know is that, Firstly, all warfare is based upon deception. Never just focus about what is gained when fighting, but secure all the best outcomes. This elf is the smartest individual I have met so far. And he is now handing his head to you. Do not waste it only for some fixable grudge. "Secondly, when claiming a prize, you must always try to get the ENTIRE thing. Why all this struggle for only a dungeon core? Non of us know how to use it" "The third and last advice I will give you is this. Strike where your enemy is most vulnerable. Never simply show off just to stroke your ego. Hide your strength when needed, and shatter them when they have grown arrogant enough." Michael then open his radiant eyes once more. Looking at the cord attaching him to the previously innocent farm boy. "Our fusion is almost done, yet incomplete. I will help you as you go on. However, as of noe, you are useless. Let me handle this, I will let you do some training after I''m done." Marss did not resist. Fully trusting the one in front of him. He slowly closed his eyes, letting a warm stream of brown wind to flow from his body towards the confident man. .... ''He spaced out..? Well, this body can last for another year if I don''t amass any ''dark essence'', so I can wait'' Jenkins patiently waited for Marss to wake up, not worrying now that their contract had been signed. Suddenly, the creature completly reversed it''s transformation. Returning back to a golden haired boy with gold eyes. Jenkins nodded his head. Very satisfied. "Good stuff, good stuff." he stretched the remaining towards him. "Full name is Jenkins kra Bellioll, Should I just call you Marss, or...?" The golden haired boy stretched out his hand, similarly smiling back at the pretty man. As they connected, the memories of a building sized head played in his mind. Planning on what the best course of action would be. "An honor to be able to work with you, brother." Jenkings''s smile magnified, gripping the hand of the other indivudal. Feeling something connect their now bound togheter fate. As he smiled at the boy, he was about to ask for the full name, but was interrupted. "You can just call me Michael." 16 Preparations "An honor to work with you, Michael!" The redheaded Jenkins shook the hand back. A short silence was followed up after the hands released each other. Jenkins followed up while starring into the dark gold eyes with a dead serious expression. "I get it if you have a thing for swinging around, but can''t you at least cover up with a little...?" Michael now saw his naked body. Exposed to the darkness of the tunnel he stood within. "Ah, just a second haha. Wasn''t paying attention." Speaking out loud, clearly making sure Jenkings could see what was going on. . ''I really don''t want to show him anything. But whenever I feel like refusing, something seems to block my windpipe..'' ''Well, I wouldn''t be able to hide it for long. And not only is this guy sly as hell, he will help me from now in anyways. So doesn''t matter for now..'' ''Lastly, I could tell from his eyes. Had I asked for better conditions he would have ended my life...'' "System, grow some plating to act as my pants!" ''I could tell from his eyes. The more I had to make the conditions go in my favor, the more ways he would have created to deal with me. I think he really wanted a partner to work with. But why...'' It didn''t respond. Only fulfilling the task it was told to finish. Dark blue scales began to cover his lower region. It circled around the top of his hips, covering down to the feet joints. Both flexible and sturdy, it was both impenetrable and visibly appealing. Looking like some old denim''s from earth. Jenkins had a dumbfounded expression as he saw the transformation so smoothly proceed. His thoughts were heard only by himself. "Uhm.." He muttered, still a little shaken by the scales pants. "Can you show me your status really quick?" Michael didn''t mind, as they had signed a contract. But even so, he asked a question of his own. "Yes, of course! Can you also show me your own? And while we are at it, let''s discuss the next acions we plan to make. After all, chicken nuggets are best made with two people." Jenkings''s dumfounded expression was replaced with a touched smile. It made Michael feel a little awkward. "How do you make your system viewable to other''s again? Sorry, it''s been a while since I last used it, hehe." He came up with an excuse for Jenkings to help him. "Yes, just image it appear in front of you while looking down." Hurriedly, but understandably explained. ... [Display engaged] ---------- Layer:General (middle) Lvl:1/60 Name:Michael Frell Wiik . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Tired Energy: 300/14 000 . Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll. Mass:200 . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 8) (Punch LvL 9) (Trick LvL3) (Muscle empowerment LvL 2) (Bone shatterer LvL1) (perceptionLvL8) (Berserk LvL 5) (revenge LvL6) (killer instinct LvL5) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Super regeneration LvL7) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 9) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL1) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL:1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL1) (air manipulation LvL6) (Kinetic dispersion LvL8) (damage convertion LvL4) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [Titles] [BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID/GEMINI/KINDLED/???/??? . ---------- Jenkings had scanned through every single ability and title several times. Always making Michael ask the system for an explanation. Michael was standing still while the fragnantguy looked over his shoulder. Even though he was covered in blood soaked clothes, hus smell easily covered it. "Are you done yet? I think you have been starring into it for something close to three minutes.." Jenkins was shacken awake. His blue eyes darted around the screen once more, but slowly composed themselves. "Yes. Sorry." He then stanced himself while starring into Michaels gold eyes. "Why aren''t you saying anything? Was there something in my stat..." "WHAT THE ACTUAL F***?!" Jenkins started screaming at him, looking noticeably angered and confused. As the echoing scream dimmed down he then continued the rant. "Reincarnated people usually have some sort of incredible blessing.. But THIS, THIS IS JUST HERESY! Goddamit, who gave you this one?! Was it Hel''nor? No..that guy only works with elementals.. Could be Chayah, however, that crazy woman only cares about wolfs. Ah! Akavish! Although she is a known spider-lover, there is no one other I can currently think of who would make something like this." Michael starred at Jenkins while the rationality he had slowly left the thin body. Whispering into the brick roof which was now painted with small cracks from Marss''s previous tantrum. He wanted to interrupt him before his brain cracked open, proceeding with stretching his built arm towards the maniac. "Eh, I don''t know any of them. The god which granted me the absorption abilities never gave me a nam.." Jenkins snapped back to reality, looking into Michaels worried eyes. "Looks like I spaced out. However, I wasn''t referring to the absorption abilities. I was mainly looking at the one named ''Hybrid''. This sort of genetic fusion is really difficult for your average god, as bloodlines hailing from farleng are hard to modify and virtually impossible to perfectly combine like this. I mean, even your energy level went directly to the general layer." Jenkins once more drifted towards insanity as he continued. "Not only can you fuse opposing animal genes perfectly, you also possess the ''Assimilation'' ability! Granting you the power to combine the skills gained from the new evolution. You can also mix togheter beasts of the same species togheter! sadly, however, those combined with ''assimilation'' will never end up in same heaven defying cathegory as the ones generated by ''Hybrid''. It really only make it easier to keep track of all the integrated bloodlines before you evolve." He once more starred into the roof while mumbling.. "If..If you assimilate a phenoix and a duck togheter... No, the phoenix bloodline would overpower it... Then a turkey mabye??" Michael was once more going to interrupt him, but jumped back as Jenkins started to franticly scream at him. Starting to back away. "WH..WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ABSORB ALL THE MONSTERS YOU DEFEATED! I, I need a minute... What about a ''Fresh water Reaper'' and a Whalemonger...." He started to chew on his fingertips. The clipping sounds were heard loud and clearly. Michael figured he would just go back into the black alloyed room as Jenkings regained his mind back. .... [Already existing ''Ghoul'' bloodline absorbed] [Lesser Balrog genetic code absorbed] [Lesser Balrog: This creature originates from the ???? of the ????.A subspecie of the mighty Balrog. It is known to posses an innate ability to generate and manipulate sulfur gas, originating from it''s ancestor''s ''Flame Control''. It reaches it''s growth limit at the ''lower general'' layer.] [Bone Crusher Dog genetic code absorbed] [Bone Crusher Dog: Known to travel in packs of 20. They are usually found hunting in flat mountain land. It is known to be able to kill higher level prey using its brutishly powerful bite. Reaching the level of an attack from a ''half-step king layer. It reaches max potential at the ''lower general'' realm.] After absorbing all the piles of meat, Michael chose to wait with the integration. [Display engaged] ---------- . Layer:General (middle) Lvl:1/60 Name:Michael Frell Wiik . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:normal . Energy: 2000/14 000 Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll, Bone Crusher dog(new), Lesser Balrog(new). Mass:16 000 . [ABILITIES] (active) (+) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (+) . [Titles] (+) . ---------- Finding himself a little confused by why his body was able to turn more human like again, he asked the system for an explanation. ''System, how does the permanent mutations happen?'' [Mutations will happen when user''s physique levels up. The changes may become more and more discernible as you get stronger.] His understanding of the processes grew as he read, but it fell down the drain as the system continued. [Error has occurred] ''What error?'' [The previous mutations seem to have ''Split'' between host''s identified as ''Marss'' and ''Michael''. Allowing for a more controlled burst of change] [This ''split'' only happens because the two souls can more easily share the burden placed on host''s expanded ''Spirit''] [Mental and instinctive changes will, however, affect the host who is ''present'' while transforming] [Some ''Instinctive'' and ''habital'' changes are currently unable to be removed] "Wait, slow down! What is spirit? and what does it have to do with physical mutations?" The system was going too fast. Leaving behind several detailes unexplained. [Spirit: Living organisms have an invisible energy field surrounding them. It protects the ''soul'' togheter with the physical body. Like an egg with two shells. Both the body and the ''spirit'' are malleable, in that they can become stronger if one or both parts are trained properly. Spirit helps regulate body changes. Those who possess a strong spirit usually have a smaller physique] Things slowly made sense. He felt like a child listening to some sort of story. [As ''spirit'' and body is the same thing, one will always be affected if something happens to the other] [If body experience''s a rapid growth, the spirit will be stretched. This will affect host''s sanity level] [If spirit experience''s rapid growth, the body''s cell''s will start to self destruct and liquify. For although it is covering the body, it acts as the layer closest to the soul.] [If soul experience''s rapid growth, the body and spirit will be under pressure.] [When host suffered from ''incompatible souls'' the body and spirit was at the breaking point before ''fusion'' was initiated] "So you are telling me that mutations are more easily controlled since my spirit has been strengthened..?" [Affirmative] It made a little more sense now. For although his body grew stronger, the spirit didn''t follow at the same pace. And since he also had now begun to fuse with the original host of this body, it was all getting better. As he was closing the transparent screen, some small footsteps could be heard coming from the tunnel''s direction. Jenkins''s figure slowly appeared. Noticing the now more cleaned room, he smiled more. Not caring about only having one arm. "Oh, by the way, Michael. Just ignore the red ball you smeared on the wall. It originally belonged to a human after all." He happily started to chat about the grotesque painting which filled his chamber. Not holding a grudge any longer. "Yes, I noticed when coming into contact with it. So, mind showing me your status?" *Silence once more* "I would, but it''s gone! Forgot to tell you about it, haha, it''s a real funny story." Michael stared at the laughing Jenkins. Reluctantly beliving his words. After all, they signed a contract. "Fine, but would you mind telling me what you planned on doing forwards? I was thinking about clearing out most of the animals found in the forrest outside. But if you have anything urgent it can surely wait, as I have a easier time transforming into the Teratorn Peacock. Despite this however, it will be harder to hide the mutations as I Ievel up." Jenkins then remembered the incredible abilites Michael possessed. Thinking about the next move they would make. "Yes! well, I may need your help with something. But it can wait if you can accomplish one of my tasks." Starring at the red haired beauty who was swinging it''s remaining arm around, Michael didn''t even wait any longer to respond. "That depends. What did you have in mind?" He was a little curious. After all, the goal ''Old Head'' gave him was a little similar to the one Jenkins had. "So, first, I need you to combine all the different beast species you can currently handle with your ''assimilation'' skill. You know what I mean, right? birds with birds and lizards with lizards? Michael was growing a little interested, as this was already the plan he had in mind. "Yeah, I get what you mean." Jenkins was pleased and smiled more. His plans were building up the joy resting inside his new heart. "Combining all their abilities so that the integration will be less stressful. After that, you will throw them in with your pigeo...peacock! Secondly, level up and evolve, fusing all of them togheter. I need you to reach the upper king layer before we start the main plan. I will be getting a new body and some materials while you are out training. Here is a piece of my dungeon core, we will be able to communicate now, so keep it safe." A purple stone was cracked of the previously white orb. Flying towards him slowly. "Yes, that piece is connected to my dungeon. So if you find any good cores or nuclei then just will them to go inside. I never really liked storage rings, as a portable dungeon is much more badass." "Also, I can teleport you inside if anything happens. As it can summon living beings in but not out! The range is 10 or so kilometers away. Is there anything else? For I will be out for a while. The sooner we start the better." Michael was attently listening to Jenkins. Even though this guy was hard to trust, they were going to fully support each other for now. "Can you at least tell me what plan you are cooking up? I really am curious." He looked at the carfree individual speak while smiling. Not caring one bit for the world and it''s problems. "That''s a secret until you come back! Haha. Don''t forget to get a beast able to use magic! It is crucial!" Michael became even more curious. Wondering what the grand plan was going to be. "Anyways, kid. Lets begin! Come back here after you are done reaching the upper layers of king class. I will be here every fourth day if something urgent is to show up. The dungeon is not that big, but finding it with the piece should be easy. again DON''T lose it." Michael only nodded at him. Preparing to depart but was hurriedly stopped. "And Michael!" The golden hair brushed against the wind as he turned towards Jenkings. "Yes?" A even more profound smile was building up on his face. "I won''t forget to bring her back" Michael smiled back at Jenkins. Leaving through the tunnel, and finally reaching the golden wall, teleporting outside. Watching the golden haired boy disappear made Jenkings breath a sigh of relief. "I really struck gold this time! This great lord truly is the smartest individual to ever walk the seven plains! Was this mabye fate?" Even though he was praising himself, the smile slowly disappeared. "Just you wait, you damnable bunch of bastards." A hideous expression now covered his beautiful face. Twisting and turning. He clenched his hand as a black aura exploded from the current body he controlled. The dungeon shook even harder than when Marss was on a rampage. As the black aura expanded outwards, all the bloodstains and leftovers were turned into dust and disappeared. "I will make you all pay for your crimes....." "Pay for doing this to me...." 17 A Personal Banque Inside a certain place, residing deep within the hellgreen woods. A Figure of light slowly appeard. Michael slowly opened his eyes. Once more greeted by the sight consisting of flat grass and skyscraper like trees. Looking around his current position, he found a familiar chipped dagger laying beside his naked foot. "Sweet! Should throw this inside the dungeon shard." he picked it up and placed it next to the purple stone. It was quickly absorbed inside while the voice of Jenkins echoed in the other end. "You still there..? Ah! good. Found two beast cores here alongside some small life orb. I bet they are yours, so I placed them inside the treasure room. But that''s not why I called. Jam the core fragment into your arm. Holding onto it would be a pain while you go on a rampage. It will be easier to keep it like that, and we will still be able to communicate. Give it a try, tough guy!" Michael starred down at the purple stone. Suddenly, he slammed it into his untransformed forearm. It was both sharp and sturdy, easily penetrating the weak human tissue. He looked at the bleeding hole in his arm. Beginning to imagine a bracer made out of feathered scales to cover and seal it. the skin around his bleeding forearm changed to a silver color almost instantly, making it look like he wore a piece of armor usually found on a noble knight. ''D...Di..it....w..ork?'' a voice rang inside his head. getting more and more understandable each time he spoke. ''Nice! There is only one thing I wanted to tell you. The ruling beast of this land, or rather, the ''King'', is conveniently at the (middle) king layer. Try taking him on when you feel ready. I''ll give you all necessary information needed. Anyways...happy hunting!'' Jenkins''s voice then disappeared. As he was now alone again, he began to speak to himself out loud. "My new bestial senses can already reach back towards the village I originally came from. However, it''s surprisingly empty. Did the kingdom come to evacuate them mabye?" Letting this thought pass, some sort of man made breeze blew against his lean upper body. It began to circle around him, making his golden hair fly in every direction. A smile was formed on his face as the golden eyes gave of a weak glint. "So even without transforming I still possess all my abilites? Very convenient indeed. Now.." As the air began to flow faster, a small tornado was slowly created. After reaching its maximun level, the wind emitted caused several of the leafes connected to the sea of trees to shake lightly. While the air was sendt in every direction, Michael''s body began to rapidly expand. His skin took on a sliver luster, growing longer and thicker by the second. His face grew in both width and lenght. Shaping the recognizable voodoo mask. His joints cracked and the eyesockets opened up sideways. A long horizontal line was slowly formed, looking like a half-grinning devil. The eyes were lost inside a expanding sea of orange light which now filled the cut socket. His lips hardened. Forming a dark orange half moon. And lastly, while his legs grew claws, very much alike his talon shaped fingers, The beautiful silver sun was once more covering his back. He watched as the changes unfolded, starting to speak with the hoarse voice as they calmed down. It made the once, incredibly hard ground tremble. ''I will get rid of this kid eventually. However, until then, let''s see what uses I can find for him...'' "The rest is up to you, Marss. You know what to do." The one known as Michael the disappeared. Changing into the less hardy Marss who was slightly afraid as he saw his new appearence. "I...I hope no one sees me while in this form....But I will do my best! Its to bring mom back!" As Marss was originally a soft hearted boy, and now not being under the primal rage he was previously, he had to steel his heart while adapting to it. Finally building up the courage to continue. He then took of, deeper into the vast forrest... ... Inside a cave far away from where Marss was training, two hooded figures were speaking to each other. The first one was very tall, possesing a fitting murky voice. His hood was surrounded by some sort of dark steam, hovering around the entire body. "I heard that even the villagers escaped. Would you mind telling me what happened? after all, I paid you." No eyes could be seen behind the black smoke, but they pointed in the direction of a masked humanoid figure. The hood was covering almost the entire face, only showing an elegant mouth. Also worth noticing was that it was much smaller than the towering smoke screen. Some golden hair could be seen extending down from where the mouth laid for display. "Hey, what can I say? This world is really large. Don''t you think so?" a deep feminin voice came into the world as the golden haired individual spoke. The murky voiced man did not answer, but some of the surrounding smoke moved towards the golden haired one''s direction. "I will not ask twice, so called ''great lord''. You can talk now or try your luck while flowing through the styx." The golden haired person did not panick, and instead maintained an impenetrable poker face on top of his mouth. Slowly answering the fog. "Very good. There was one man there...rather strange actually. He was able to destroy several of my minions while only seeming to be at the lower soldier layer. He beat me black and blue, escaping while I tried to recover." More smoke began to cover his body. As it came into contact with his robe, it slowly began to burn it. The golden haired individual was seeming very dissatisfied as his lips twitch. "You belive I dare lie when in a position like this? Good! then take this!" He did not move, but instead threw a piece of silver towards the foggy screen. It slowly stopped. Hovering in front of the murky voiced man. Looking at it, it seemed like some sort of broken needle. The murky voiced man retracted some of the surrounding smoke. Pleased, but not satisfied. "Do you have a description of the one who fought you?" Jenkins smiled. Almost instantly answering him. "He donned some sort of red beard. Also bald. slightly bulky. Someone called him Gen if I remember correctly?" Two green holes began to glow within the smoke. "You did your part. We really put you in a difficult spot thanks to the lacking information. As compensation for your losses, I will double your pay." The poker face laying over the lips disappeared. Showing a smile. "You are too kind. Please, give my regards to your lord." The green dots blinked once. Representing some sort of nod. The smoke slowly dissipated into thin air, leaving behind a small ring with a pink crystal attached to it. Seeing the smoke disappear, Jenkins breathed a sight of relief. Silently cursing inside his mind. ''I hope that boy is doing as he was told. For if not, we will both end up as some weirdly shaped vegan dish in about one month.'' He slowly walked towards the ring on the cave floor. Proceeding to leave the place. ..... Back in the hellgreen woods, deep within the forest, laid a fairly sized body of water. The dark grass surrounding it was further overshadowed by the tightly squeezed leaf clouds above. But if one had some sort of light source, remains of several mutilated body parts of all shapes and sizes would be seen. Some seemingly belonging to a amphibious creatures while others were covered with some plucked white feathers. If amining said light source towards the body of water, you would see that it was filled with large red puddles. Some sort of silver peacock sat in the middle. Covered by a mighty silver circle. It''s glowing orange eyes were blindingly starring at a large bone being absorbed into his talons. Marss, who had his original thoughts currently influenced by the wild instinct residing within, was having some weirdly disturbing thoughts. "These monsters are too weak... They died because of this.... Yes, thats right!" While remembering the image of how his mother disappeared, the overwhelming feeling over rage grew once more. He rouse up from the body of water, Making the red puddles split into several pieces. "I have gotten every single animal residing within this part. The next place which emits a strong feeling is that way." Marss was further influenced by the prehistoric beast''s instinct. Now continuing on as he smashed down all the trees which were unfortunate enough to stand in the way... 18 Fodder 5 days later.... A straight pathway made of shredded trees and large holes was now being handmade by Marss as he wildly waved his large, bleeding talons all over the place. Sending air blades flying in every single directions. As his mind was further corrupted with rage, the wind razors also began shooting out more frequently. While traversing the forest like this, he met several different mutated animals. The first one was a large white crane, or better know as the [hacksaw Ibis]. Its beak was pitch black, covered in naturally formed nicked edges and resembling a top class harpoon. Combining that, and its incredible well developed neck was enough to mabye enough to challenge the rampaging Marss a little. That is, until he turned a herd of those into something looking like a salad. The second beast he found was some sort of salamander called the [Fresh Water Reaper]. It was similar to any type amphibious lizard. Being light blue in color while covered by some brown patches. The name ''reaper'' most likely coming from how to would claim the lives of it''s victim when suprise attacking them from a pool of water. Using the long paper thin fins growing out of the usal arm and leg joints to cut it''s prey into hundreds of pieces instantly. It proved a worthy opponent when surprise attacking him, but failed to successfully penetrate his feathers each time. As he slowly continued deeper, the monster''s all became stronger. This was as clear as the new rays of sunshine shining down at the shrinking forest. New challengers always appeard from the higher end of the master layer, to the lower end of the general one. Sadly, he did not get any new abilities, as Michael forbade him from integrating any of them. Wishing to wait until they had gotten ever single one, and then fused them togheter. ..... The second day he traveled, a battalion of different cat shaped monstrosities tried intercepting him, wishing to stop the hen of destruction who threatened their home. With all at the ''lower general layer'' and there being five different cat breeds with over a hundred individuals, victory was not unreachable. The self-proclaimed army was lead by the [Vered panther]. It''s body was entirely black, only the eyes and the paws were red in color. It''s pupils were shaped like some type of flower, making you unable to notice it approached. The other four were named [Gasher Cats], [Cloud tigers], [Alimer Lion] and lastly the [Rohaar leopard]. Each in possession of a weird ability, they slowly pushed him back on the ruined path he came from. Wind blades were no longer as effective against the deadly fast foes. Even when activating all skills available, Michael forced him to shut them down as they only reatreted whenever he used them. However, as things were starting to get worse, the system notified him about a certain upgrade. [Skill has evolved!] . [''Air manipulation LvL:9'' has evolved into Air control LvL:1] . [Air control: A higher level control of the surrounding atmosphere. It is a little slower than it''s weaker counter part, but one can successfully create powerful artificial tornados.] . [Congratulations!] . [Host has gained affinity to ''Wind'' element] [Wind essence:0%] When this happened, the razors of wind he flung at the evading cats stopped. Seeing that their enemy had lost it''s power, several arrogant individuals jumped at him. Hoping to get through the thick armour. But as they closed in, a stronger vacuum of air was suddenly created. Making the falling cats glide. Confused and shocked, they aimed their beautiful eyes at the hen again. The tired figure was no longer escaping, instead turning towards them with a sinister smile. Marss slashed away. Sending a much larger and thicker barrage of knifes at the suprised milk drinkers. There was not even time to grieve as all were turned into mince meat. The puddles of flesh rained down on the cut down trees. Some even fell inside the surrounding craters created by the endless mayhem. The rest of the family members could only watch as a dome shaped tornado made up of dirt and raw planks blocked their vision. Standing there, waiting, the tornado slowly disappeared.... Disappearing alongside all the remains of their brothers and sisters. Marss looked at all the filthy house cats who now wearily gazed back. He had still not integrated the new genetic codes, as he was not yet told to do so by Michael. The giant silver beast took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling it alongside his previous exhaustion. All the muscles in his body tightened. The tension made him shake. It was all released with a horrendous scream. "I wILl KiLl yOU AlL!!!!!" Then flying at them again... ..... In a rundown bar, at an unknown location in some human city, Jenkins was currently discussing something with a well built, black haired individual. The man had a sharp nose, sword like eyebrows and two black dots were stifted in the midle of his eyes. His facial features could be considered very good looking. All this packed with his black robe made him all the more mysterious. "Haha! Senior-brother Jenkins, I would never have imagined that you would start this so fast! What? it hasn''t even been 5 years since last time you took this up!" He began to laugh back at the blond haired humanoid, resembling some elf. He wore a dark brown hood, similar to the one he used while dealing with the murky voiced man. He deeply smiled back at the man. answering him with chuckle. As the atmosphere was growing more friendly, a well dressed maid came with two bottles of booze. She quickly placed them down and left. The black haired individual did not wait another second, picking up his already opened bottle and downed it down. After swallowing half of the liquid, he placed it down, looking at jenkins who was not even glancing at his bottle. "Haha" He laughed weakly. Knowing that his old friend would not drink unless they made some sort of expensive bet. "You are still like this, senior-brother. Fine, fine, lets begin then" He loosened the stiff smile while reaching his hand into one of the pockets behind his robe. "So, who is he? To make you come here four hundred years earlier than originally planned." The dark pupils slowly extended outwards into the whites inside his sockets while the skin paled a little. Jenkins did not answer, but his smile magnified itself ten times over. His beautiful dimples were exposed to the world, not even some of the royalty could compare to him! The black haired individual saw this and took his drinking hand out of the pocket, retrieving something similar to a fancy ticket. He softly slammed it on the table, making the booze in his bottle shake. Small bubbles rouse towards the opening. "Come on! Tell me already!" His eyes were now pitch black, like a deep and empty void, yet still holding Jenkins''s figure in their view. He did not let go of the ticket, reaching out for his bottle with the empty hand which he used to rest on the table. He slowly lifted the brown bottle, preparing to take a sip as he then began to speak. "So you are sure he can do it? Really, why are you not giving a name at least?" Jenkins finally answered the man with actions consisting of picking up his own bottle. He raised it a little, waiting for the man to reply. "I see...you are this sure." The black eyed man answered the toast, showing the ticket towards his good brother''s side of the worn down table.They were then slowly dragging their bottles over the table once more, preparing to drink while finishing up the conversation "Yes, old friend. I am." They broke eye contact. Proceeding to take a sip each. Placing down the bottles, the young man stood up, preparing to leave as his eyes returned to normal. "To deal with an emperor..." He mumbled while walking away, leaving the tab to his friend. ..... Not even glancing at the other individual, Jenkins, looked down at the bottle, his thoughts were only know to himself. ''I haven''t heard anything from that boy in some days now... But the dungeon is filling up with all sorts of cores and nuclei, so I''m sure he is good. The kingdom also seems to have noticed it. Adventurers shouldn''t arrive before next week.'' he closed his amber eyes while thinking deeper. ''I''ll try contacting him in three days. Some sort of update would make it easier to follow.'' He the stood up, walking towards the exit. ..... Night time - same day Back in the forrest, Marss was drenched in blood, covering most of his cracked silver scales. His dark surroundings were filled in several slices of bones and mucles. Even some body parts remained, still holding onto their dense fur. As the clouds let the moon fully shine through, the bloody grass patches became more visible. As more light came, small chunks of what seemed like ideal firewood would be seen, they were filling some of the newly formed craters. Marss was breathing heavily out of his beaked mouth, resting on top the voodoo mask face. Altough the only skills he had used was the free air control and the most basic ''punch'', it still tired him out. After all, he had not stopped to even sleep or rest for several days now!His orange eyes seemed somewhat weaker, mabye the exhaustion had let the wild instinct filling his body temporarily leave. It gave him some time to view his current progress via the system. --------- . Layer:General (middle) Lvl:32/60 (Level Up!) Name:Marss Zell Johnson . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal . Energy:13 100/14 000 Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll, bone crusher dog, lesser balrog, Hacksaw Ibis(new), Fresh water Reaper(new), Geyser toad(new), Begger centipede(new), sable clapper(new), ground wanderer(new), winking serpent(new), Sparrow brander(new), clavel singer(new), Cloud tiger(new), (Gasher cat(new), Alimer lion(new), Rohaar tiger(new), Vered panther(new). . Mass: 110 900 Magic Essence : Wind:0% . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 8) (Punch LvL 9) (Trick LvL3) (Muscle empowerment LvL1) (Bone shatterer LvL1) (perceptionLvL8) (Berserk LvL 5(+1) (revenge LvL6) (killer instinct LvL7(+2) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Super regeneration LvL7(new) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 9) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL3(+2) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL 4(+3) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL 5(+) (air control LvL1(new) (Kinetic dispersion LvL9(+1) (damage convertion LvL6(+2) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [Titles] [BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID/???/???/??? . ---------- Looking at it he felt both proud yet confused. ''W..Why is the level not going up faster? I have surely defeated more than hundreds of times more enemies than when I was stuck in the dungeon..'' [Some experience is being absorbed by ''foreign object'' inside host''s arm] He looked down at the slightly less shiny forearm. The one where the core shard was implanted. ''So that''s why I also didn''t level up after smashing all those puppets. The core absorbs experience if you are close enough. Also, mabye the size also affects the amount taken.. Explains why I didn''t level up after killing those lesser balrogs and undead.'' Looking around, there was still more trees further away from him. Completly dark and untouched by the battle. While starring at the current non-viewable area, he noticed some shiny yellow dots look at him from the darkness. Some sort of werebeasts started sticking their long snouts out. Knurring in his direction. Some lines of sharp, uncovered teeth were visible. He slowly stood up. Because something withing him said that getting his mother back would be far more challenging than this. ---------- [Abilities activated!] . [Berzerk LvL:5] (Physical power is Quintupled) (energy drained per second is Quintupled) . [Killer instinct LvL:7] (erodes targets will to live) (target must be weaker than user) . [Muscle empowerment LvL:1] (Muscle efficiency is increased by 100%) . ---------- His body began to heat up and the black pupils slowly disappeard. he opened his encased mouth slowly... Whispering something before the voice contorded. It made some hiding beast''s reatret their snouts into the woods. The powerful echo was sent away for all to hear... "I...must finish this." . ....Explenation for all new animals.... . [Hacksaw Ibis: A common water bird travelling in packs of 50. They have long and sturdy beaks covered by nicked edges. This helps them hunt their favorite prey, the ''fresh water reaper''. They are not known to be very strong overall, but it is best to not antagonize lone individual, as they almost always travel together. An adult will be at the higher master layer] . [Fresh water Reaper: A blue salamander covered in dark brown patches. It hunts all types of beasts who come to drink from it''s home. They do not have any legs or arms, but possess long and sharp fins which can slice through most beasts at the same level. It was once named ''Smiling reaper'' by commoners. Because, if you stand close enough to the water they live in, the last thing you may see is it''s ''smily face'' features before dying. An adult will be at the middle master layer] . [Geyser toad: A type of amphibious creature known to be able to cause all nearby water to cool down due to its innate ''ice affinity''. An adult can release a substance which will cause the water to not freeze, making the pond they stay in look like some sort of boiling liquid nitrogen as the temperature peaks. An adult will reach the middle master layer.] . [Begger centipede:A rare type of snake covered in a sort of centipide shell. It will rattle its entire body as predators close in, sounding like a coin shaking inside a metal cup(hence the name). It usually strangles its prey while shoving the barbed shell into their body. An adult reaches the middle master layer.] . [Sable clapper:A type of bird, similar to a football in both size and color. It stings prey with its needle shaped beak, trying to bleed it to death.] . [Ground wanderer:A type of barrel sized coyote, renowned for its almost limitles stamina when moving at walking speed. They only ever tire out when chasing fast prey.] . [Winking serpent: A small water reptile which only ever blinks while eating. It can swallow large prey, slowly killing them with its highly corrosive stomach acid. If you ever see one starring at you, then run. An adult will reach the lower soldier realm.] . [Sparrow brander: This sparrow is only the size of a small glass of water. It emits a type ofchemical from its beak which slows down regeneration speed. They travel in packs of 60.] . [Clavel singer:A type of fox which can make creatures who have not yet reached a ''layer of power'' see almost life like illusion while it makes noise. It does this with a compound released when exhaled. It can be controlled or broken if the user becomes aware they are in an illusion.] . [Cloud tiger: A white tiger without stripes. Reaches the size a horse when fully matured. It has the ability to stand on surfaces dense enough in water. The density has to be similar to that found in a very thick cloud. An adult reaches the lower general layer.] . [Gasher cat:A type of large grey cat covered in yellow stripes. It will reach the size of a dinner table. The cat can continuously move its body for a day even without a supplies to oxygen. An adult reaches the lower general layer.] . [Alimer lion:A green lion with a mane formed of leaf shaped haires. It can turn invisible when surrounded by dense greenery. It reaches the size of some normal cattle. An adult reaches the lower general layer] . [Rohaar tiger:A small type of leopard able to generate powerful soundwaves when roaring. The roar can cause the air vibrations to reach a destrictive level, capable of turning stone into sand. This, however, draines stamina fast. An adult reaches the lower general realm.] . [Vered panther: A very large, completly black type of feline reaching the size of a carriage. It has red, rose shaped pupils, able to draw the opposing side into a trance. In it, the cat will seem to always stand still, while slowly moving towards it''s prey. all its paws are covered in this rose petal shape. It has an ''enhanced physique'', meaning it can generate more power than expected for its level. An adult reaches the middle general layer.] . 19 The Assimilated "Dammit! where is he?! It has already been five more days, and the soliders of the kindom are getting here earlier because the commotion in the forrest! I bet those happy go lucky adventurers will arrive with them..." Jenkins, who wore a large pelt robe, was donning it with some sort of cross shaped crown and a bronze staff. He was currently inside a fancy room made up of radiating golden brick walls. Laying on a large pile of dark coloured marbles of all shapes and sizes. "Well, as he is not picking up, I can just leave another message.. In the mean time, i need to prepare some more puppets." He then stood up from the small sea of orbs, grabbing a handful before and trotting in the direction of one nearby wall. "I have to get him something nice for collecting me all these. Never would I have imagined possessing so many low level cores and nuclei." A door shaped out of light appeared in front of him, seeming to lead to somewhere else. "Hmmm... l''ll get a bunch of eggs! Mabye hatching some will brighten his mood. If not that, then something like...." closing in on the door, he suddenly came up with something. "Wait.....yes! I GOT IT." He then disappeared into the glow. ... "HAHAHAHAHA!" Almost physically and mentally broken, Marss was standing on top of some large gorilla while hysterically laughing towards the morning sun. After a fight which had gone on for almost ten days, he had finally absorbed every single creature with a useful ability. Preparing to sort them all out with ''Assimilation''. As for now, he was relishing in some sort of battle trans. Most likely generated by the Teratorn Peacock''s instinct running lose. His transformation had changed much as he had leveled up, but was more under control thanks to his strenghtened spirit. Marss had now become larger than when last seen, reaching 15 meters in height. Several of his silver feathers sometimes shot out of the bulging, metallic body. The tiki mask shaped face was ejecting a out, almost as if he began to imitate the skull of a real bird. The encased mouth was also forming into a real beak. As for his arms, they had now taken the shape of some damaged wings. Feathers and bones grew out of his triceps and forearm. On his hands, the once ten talons, were now redused to seven. Several of his scaly orange fingers had cracked off, leaving only a limited amount on both hands. The dinasour legs did not look so powerful and intimidateing now. Some parts had been shaved or biten off. The silver moon on his back was ripped in some places, but still stood tall throughout the endless assault! bathing in the rays of light. The once large forrest was now a barren, red and brown wasteland. Covered by bloody sawdust, pieces of sliced bark and animal remains. The morning sun shone down on all the dried and broken bits. Although it illuminated the sea of death, there was something wrong. Dark clouds started starring at the barren landscape.Limiting the access to light. Grey clouds began to cry over him. Encirceling the mysterious prehistoric bird with the unjust tears of pain originating from the dead. The ones it had absorbed. However, marss did not care about such a thing. Only crazily starring up towards the blackening sky. Remebering each noteworthy battle that was fought. After those weird, yellow eyed werebeasts, or better known as [Night Hound''s] had been utterly devoured, not standing a chance as they were at the ''peak master layer'', Marss proceeded further into the forest. As he went in, some sort of combination of grey gorillas, weird baboons possessing thick dark fur with green stripes on their chest, and black furred chimps with white eyes and tails appears. They were all looking down at him from the trees which still stood. They all had one thing in common. Being at the ''Lower general realm''. The gorillas were named the [Iron hide konger]. Most likely because of the evolved earth affinity, giving them the power to turn their hide into something resembling metal. They were good at taking hits, but were trampled to death when Marss activated his ''Berzerk''. The green baboons were very strange. Named the [mandrill clickers], they would make a sort of clicking sound while charging madly at you. Despite jumping to their death, the clicking sound would make you more and more dissy as your heard it. This was how they firdt gained leverage on Marss, until he created a small tornado and cut every single one into medalions. The chimps were called [Death dealer apes]. As they looked scary, he figured that was the reason why, but the truth made him reatreat back to the open area he had cut down. For these primates were able to shoot out some sort of pressurized spit bullets. Only spit would not kill him, hell, not even damage him. But it made wounds heal slower for some reason. This was a slightly horrifying thought, as being continuesly fired upon from all directions while battling the rest? He tried to easily solve this problem by just throwing more air razors, but the chimps were both small and very acrobatic. They moved at a speed which left behind blures, and as it was already night, spotting them was rather difficult... Until ''Killer instinct'' ran its course, making them somewhat slow down. After cleaning up the monkeys, he was then ambushed by a variation of strong grizzy bears who were all at the ''Middle general layer'' and almost his size. The first he fought were called [Sunder bears], and for a good reason. Looking like your average brown bear if neglecting size, and the fact that each time they took damage, their physical strenght would grow. They were very resistant against his air blades and punches because of the thick, dark brown hide. So he had to continuously dig his claws into them. Ripping them open while getting bitten all over his silver body. The second type of bear he fought called themselvs [Purgelers]. They were somewhat cute looking. Having a similar appearence to a colossal sized panda. Only with a completly white upper body and a black cover under, making it look like they wore pants. However, despite looking like this, they were a real nightmare. Their ability seemed to be a form of ''Reversal''. Better explained like sending all the energy generated from an immediate impact back into the body part used. He tried shoving his claw into one while having muscle efficiency'' activated, since he did not dare run out of energy with ''Berzerk''. But, when he hit it, half of his talons broke like glass! If not for the super regeneration, he would have been in a tough spot when always battered by the [Sunder bears]. To deal with them, he combined his air control and strenght together, flinging them into the clouds, and letting their massive, fatty bodies slam into the ground. The ability only worked on a limited surface area after all. He could probably just punch them, but his.mind was already cracked at this point. The last teddy''s had some crystal blue fur, but were nothing when compared to his feathers. There were many more battles fought. Mainly consisting of other mutated animals he found while cutting the forrest down. Like some kinds of eagles, croocodiles, deer and more cats. Sadly, they never lasted as long as the first two bears and spiting chimps. ..... After laughing for a while, he seemed to calm down. His transformation shrank to a more humanoid bird form, five meters in height. Something had forcefully focused his mind, planning on doing the last task. "System, show me my status." [Error] [Multiple updates are happening...] [Update complete!] [Display engaged] ---------- . Layer:General (middle) Lvl:60/60 (evolve?) (Y/N) Name:Marss Zell Johnson . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal . Energy: 7 000/17 010 [increased from skill practice!] Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock. Bloodline storage: Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll, Bone crusher dog, Lesser Balrog, Hacksaw Ibis, Fresh water Reaper, Geyser toad, Begger centipede, sable clapper, ground wanderer, winking serpent, Sparrow brander, clavel singer, Cloud tiger, Gasher cat, Alimer lion, Rohaar tiger, Vered panther, Night Hound(new), Iron hide konger(new), Mandrill clicker(new), Death Dealer ape(new), Sunder bear(new), Purgeler(new), Crystalit wolf(new), Cordfanger(new), Nailbiteler(new), hammerhead swine(new) Stone tradder(new), Hedhgehog mauler(new), handle bat(new), tarnish vandler(new), Tolt cat(new), Nail snapper(new), Lemure flarer(new), panser gecko(new), dismemberer elk(new), karileer(new), Frogbuld(new), Terrboar(new), Four winged hern(new), Alpacross(new), wood eagle(new). . Mass: 1 020 000 Magic Essence : Wind:0% . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Sprint LvL 8) (Punch LvL 9) (Trick LvL3) (Muscle empowerment LvL3(+2) (Bone shatterer LvL4(+3) (perceptionLvL8) (Berserk LvL 5(+1) (revenge LvL6) (killer instinct LvL7(+2) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Super regeneration LvL9(+2) (fatigue immunity LvL7(+3) (Pain immunity LvL 9) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL4(+1) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL 5(+1) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL 5(+4) (air control LvL1) (Kinetic dispersion LvL9) (damage convertion LvL7(+1) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [Titles] (+) . ---------- Looking at his maxed level, he tried to turn back into a human to see what kind of mutations he would have. However, after shrinking to a height of 2meters, he was still found to look like a humanoid reptile, replacing the scales with feathers. ''Wow, I hope it will get easier to revert. Even when I reach a higher level.'' Marss was now not scared when looking at the deformed appearence, as he had literally battled for ten days while in the form of a peacock in shining armor. ''I don''t remeber much, as things get hazy sometimes, but I feel like I got a little better! so that''s good, I think!. He looked back into the grey sky with a determined look. Preparing himself for the next that came. "System! I want you to use ''assimilate'' on all the animals that can fuse together. Michael said it would be easier to work with them that way!" [Affirmative!] [Calculating....] [List over compatible bloodlines made!] [Reptile: Leaf dragon, Fresh water reaper, Geyser toad, Begger centipede, winking serpent, nailbiteler, nail snapper, panser gecko, frogbuld.] [Bird: Night Dove, Teratorn peacock, hacksaw Ibis, sparrow brander, four winged hern, alpacross, wood eagle, sable clapper.] [Wolf: Night Hound, crystalite wolf, sunder bear, purgeler, stone tradder, Hedgehog mauler, cordfanger, ground wanderer, bone crusher dog.] [primate:Lemure flarer, Iron hide konger, mandrill clicker, death dealer ape. ghoul, troll, lesser balrog.] [feline: Cloud tiger, Gasher cat, Alimer lion, Rohaar tiger, Vered panther, handle bat, Tolt cat, clavel singer, tarnish vandler.] [Other: Hammerhead swine, Dismemberer elk, Karileer, Terrboar.] [Do you wish to begin Assimilation? This will fuse all codes togheter, granting one weaker beast with a strengthened and combined arsenal of all available abilities.] Marss was looking at the list with his mutated, brown/orange eyes. Very excited. "Y..Yes! Please do!" He was slightly worried as he starred down the screen. Hoping for the best to happen. [Procceding...] [Assimilaton beginning!] [Loading...] [Loading...] [Loading...] Marss felt some sort of stomach ache as it was constantly loading. It felt like someone split up something inside his body, and then stuck it somewhere else. [Loading....] [Loading....] . [Congratulations!] . [Host has successfully fused different samples togheter!] . [Do you wish to view them?] (Y/N) He was very happy that it worked. Immediately smashing the (Y) with his human finger/talon. . [Reptile variant created!] . [Feline variant created!] . [Canine varian created!] . [Primate variant created!] . [Aves variant created!] . [''Other'' variant created!] . [Edel Drake: A type of large reptile resembling a smaller dragon without wings. It is covered in turquoise scales and black spikes. Able to control the temprature around them with the innate ''Ice affinity''. They can digest almost any kind of animal with their incredibly powerful stomach acid. It is renown for possessing almost unbeatable close combat abilities with their spiky and super fast claws. Not even leaving room for counter attack. Their bite and tail strike are also very powerful, if not stronger. Even some higher level monsters fear them. An adult reaches the ''middle master layer''.] . [Kabir tyrant: A large type of tiger with a dark orange pelt, followed my some black markins over its face and tail, similarly found on a raccoon. They can traverse almost any environment, even reaching up in the sky if the clouds are dense enough. They are able to creature illusion for opponents of a lower level than them by only looking them in the eye or by emitting a certain soundwave when speaking. The kabir can deal explosive damage in a single, heavy strike. Andd if that doesn''t work, then they can create a small sonic boom by roaring. If anyone is close enough while this happens, they will most likely be turned into a steamed vegetable. As the vibrations emitted around it can turn stone to sand. Also able to survive two days without oxygen. An adult reaches the ''lower general layer''.] . [Recusant Condor: A enourmes type of birdsimilar in appearance to a black eagle and small mansion in size. Only difference is the black and silver armor plating which are it''s feathers, and the incredible regenerative abilities. The feather plates make it almost immune to blunt damage, only ever leaving magic as a weakness. They have an innate ability to control the atmosphere arround them to an outstanding degree, even being able to battle an adept wind mage to a standstill. Their talons are able to latch on to prey with the retractable nicked edges surrounding it. An adult can reach a speed nearing mach 2. It maxes naturally out at the ''lower general layer''. . [Gerwulf faunal: A type of wolf possessing a almost limitless stamina pool if they do not exert themselves too fast. It shares many traits with both bears and wolfs, looking very much like a more muscular and slimmer ''Sunder bear'' with black fur and red lantern eyes. The defense is it''s most prized weapon. Able to not take any damage at all if the surface area of said attack is not wider than a meter. If a physical attack covers less than the required surface area, and is too weak, it will be reflected back, damaging its attacker instead. If pushed to a corner, however, it can turn its fur into dense spikes. Or use it''s incredible bite to hurt beasts of a slightly higher layer. An adult will reach the ''lower general layer''.] . [Asmite Nephalem: A combination between a half demon and a primate. It looks similar to a ''Death Dealer ape''. Appart from the powerful body frame and shape, they have slightly more black/red fur, and two sharp white horns sticking out fo their forehead. However, despite having the body shape of a death dealer ape, they are far from the same. Reaching a height of 7 meters and a width of 4 meters, they are renown for their incredible tough hide. Able to turn some of it into a intense radiant armour, as if wearing newly hammered steel. They do not run fast, but can swing their body in any direction at unbelievable speeds. They can spit out pressurized clusters of poison which will slow down blood clothing and cell regeneration. Alongside this, they can generate and manipulate sulfur gas at will, adding it to their attacks if willed. They also have an innate connection to the ''Metal eccence''. A purer type of energy found in the earth. Some only describe them as iron bending demon monkey''s. An adult reaches it''s growth potential at the ''Lower general layer''. . [Cernunnos strider: A type of deer originating from a fallen god. Growing to the size of a house and possessing golden brown fur, alongside some stary amber eyes. It has the ability to influence those around it heavily. The weaker the surrounding people, the stronger it affects. It can travel five hundred kilometers in one single jump and land just as elegantly as it takes of. Their most renowed detail are the long and majestic antlers, reaching one third of its size. That, and their incredibly powerful spirit. They can shred all incoming dangers with only a swing of the sturdy horns, as they possess a hardness similarly found in ''Soul spikes''. They always reach their limit at the ''middle master layer''. . Marss was starring at them with his demi-human mouth gaping. He never imagined that the power Michael had would be this incredible! He began to feel confidant and relieved. Knowing that he mabye would succeed for the first time in his life! ''T..This is far better than I ever imagined!'' He began to clear his voice, prepairing to ask his last question. "S..system, can you do the ''integration'' thing?" [Affirmative] . [This process will cause several irreversible mutations. Are you sure you want to continue?] . ''Won''t they go away if my spirit gets stronger or my level resets?'' "Yeah, they will if I remember correctly. System, you can continue! Also, make sure to make all of my available skills assimilate with what they are compatible with." . [Proceeding] . [Integration will take 1 hour, as host is fusing many bloodlines of unkown origin and several abilites.] . [Host will be left unconscious while this happens due to several altercation needing to be executed at once] . [Please wait...] . Marss felt his vision darken, making him fall asleep in the middle of the destroyed battlefield he had created. .... Far away from Marss''s postion. In a massive dark cave which radiating an unkown energy, there sat some type of humanoid mutated beast cross legged. Meditating. However, it suddenly opened its massiv bronze eyes, turning them towards one of the walls. "My bretheren....My children...." The voice was very deep. Just the slightest whisper almost made the cave collapse. It felt something was wrong, as he could not feel any lifeforms there any longer, exept some foreign beeing. "No....You who sleeps, this must be your doing." The voice became more deep and was contorted slightly, small rocks fell down from the ceiling as the cave was breaking appart. "You...You must pay..." It then vanished. Disappearing into thin air. Preparing to do it''s duty as both a father.... And a king. 20 The Ruler Inside Marss''s mind, two very similar individuals covered in light, and attatched by a golden cord, were currently having an argument. "Why do you have to be so immature and impatient? Why not just go back to the dungeon now that we have what we came here for? HOW did passing out in the middle of a slaughter you started sound like a good idea?" Michael was looking down at the slightly shorter image of Marss. Still retaining his brown hair and brown eyes. "I...I just got a little into it.. And, besides, I took all of the monsters out, didn''t I?" he was timid, yes. However, some anger and reluctance was present on his face. "Did you check with your beastial senses?" *Silence Michael replaced his calm facial expressions with that of strong disgust, looking down at the slightly shorter fool in front boy him. "This is why I dislike people. If you ever want something done correctly, then you must do it yourself..." Although Marss could feel every piece of the disappointed and angere, he still snapped back. Not liking how he was treated despite this being his body. "Hey! Can you stop? Why are you so mad suddenly? I bet Jenkins would have scolded you instead for not doing anything...hmpf!" The now angered Michael was going to answer, but his sharpened eyes seemed to focus on something else. "Marss" he hurriedly ordered him, the anger was replaced with a urgent tone. Seeing Michael like this, Marss took him a little more serious, quickly replying. "Y..Yes?" Michael looked down at the cord connecting them, then ending his sentence. "The assimilation is completed." He stopped arguing because of this? How weird... Marss wanted to ask him why it mattered as he wanted to get out a point, but he quickly understood what was meant by it. "And we have company..." ... Marss slowly woke up from his slumber. Once more greeted by the dark clouds hovering over him, and the sawdust dessert of ripped dirt and remains. As he stood up, something felt different. Almost as if he was lighter. He hurriedly began to examine his new body, hoping for an increase in power. As he stood up, he noticed the decrease in size. Now only being close to 9 meters when standing straight, and 4 meters wide. It felt like he could somehow grow bigger and bulkier if wished, but a smaller size was nice. Looking down at his body, he saw the large hoof/paw shaped feet. Both black in color, they slightly resembled those belonging to a T-rex, only more well rounded. As his eyes traveled upwards, he saw his shins and thighs, now having the shape of a human''s. The two bulging pieces of mucle were mostly black, but had a faint silver color vividly laying on top of the scales covering them. Thicker plates of smooth yet spikey sheets covered all mucle group found. It had the same black/silver color of the exposed hide. He tried moving one leg a little, and was astonished by the explosive speed and power only generated by a simple move. He estimated that they would pulverize any sort of living being which was under the layer of a king. As for the very well shaped and bulky upper body, it was covered in the same type of black sclay fur. However, patches of thick, jagged scales of the same color covered all the mucle groups. Each armour chink was outlined by a visible silver stripes. Looking like an armored warlord having some sort of tribal tattoo. The next were his just as dark arms. Both outlined and plated as the upper body. However, what was special about them were the ability to both shoot out sulfur clouds and the cold aura emitted. He tried to punch one of the slices of wood laying on the ground, but tok a step back when one single punch was both faster than he could follow, and caused the plank to be turned into frozen dust. His hands had some sort of retractable hacksawed gloves covering them, able to send every piece of kinetic energy created from a hit into an object if it was small enough. His black knuckles all had silver circles around them. there were no nails or claws on the tip of his fingers, as they had turned into spikes themselves. Over the plated shoulders was finally his head. It took the shape of a helmet, exposing all facial features on the outside. No longer did he possess any lips, only having a giant row of sharp, bone white teeth. It made him look like a grinning devil lord. As one went longer up, there was no longer any nose there, only leaving the large, horizontally cracked sockets. He did not have any whites in his eyes, leaving a black void with a vertically slit pupil in the middle. It shone with a terrifying orange/red glow. He had some rugged red hair on the top, reaching doen to the top of his spine. But four white horns were also growing out. Two from his temple, and two from the back. It looked like a sort of unfinished crown. Actually, each one seemed to have separate spikes growing near the edge, but focusing on this would make them look like small antlers. After looking some more, he finally found out he had some sort of retractable wings. They were shaped like those on a dragon, fitting his body size with a wingspan around 5 meters. The hide was pure black on the one side aligning with his armored back, and white on the side aligning with his chest. The last detail was the striped black tail. It was similar to the one on that [Vered Tiger]. Some deep red petal shaped markings were flowing around it, all the way back to his tailbone. Togheter with all the physical changes, came also some mental ones. "Show yourself to me. Let me view this grand physique through your eyes" Marss was no longer there, or he was, but faintly. [Several updates made] [Display engaged] ---------- Layer:General (middle) Lvl:60/80 Name:Marss Zell Johnson . Race:Variant humanAge:15 Mental status:Normal Body status:Normal . Energy: 25 000/25 000 Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock, Edel drake, Kabir tyrant, Recusant Condor, Gerwulf faunal, Asmite Nephalem, Cernunnos strider. Bloodline storage: (all integrated) . Mass: 300 000 Magic Essence : Wind:0% Earth:0%(new) Metal:0%(new) Ice:0%(new) . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1(new) (Ruler''s Iron fist LvL1(new) (Deception LvL:1(new) (Muscle empowerment LvL:8(+2) (Immortal slam LvL1(new) (Bestial sense LvL9(new) (Berserk LvL 8(+3) (revenge LvL6) (killer instinct LvL9(+3) (Core shield LvL6(new) (Venom cluster LvL3(new) Voice bomber LvL7(new) Singularity denter LvL4(new) (Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL3(new) (Lasting stamina(new) (Pain immunity LvL 9) (Understanding LvL 1(new) (Persuasive LvL9(new) (Ruler''s aura LvL 2(new) (Accurate LvL5(new) (Engraved path)(Thermal vision LvL 9(+4) (air control LvL1) (Metal control LvL1(new) (Sulfur manipulation LvL7(new) (Kinetic dispersion LvL9) (Damage empowerer LvL4 (new) (Kinetic reflect LvL4(new) (Acrobat LvL7(new) (combat dancer LvL5(new) (Strider''s step Lvl1(new) (breathless LvL4(new) (Ice immunity LvL8(new) (Blood blocker LvL7(new) (Burst movement LvL 7(new) (Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid) . [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/HYBRID/GEMINI/KINDLED/WATCHED BY ???(new)/???/??? . [WATCHED BY ???: your actions are being watched by ???] . ---------- He looked down at the screen beneath him, fully focused before the system once more notified him. [User has taken shape of [King''s Vessel]. Next evolution will be in the shape of a [True king]. He already had a stiff smile on his face, but a hoarse laugh escaped it. "Very good, my servant. So for me to reach the ''layer of a king'' I must first finish my new potential. Devouring the one residing in this place should allow me to do so." He switched his slit eyes towards another direction, looking at the barren wasteland. "So you have come...." "Come to dethrone yourself, that is." He effortlessly moved a single of his paw/hooves, but it sendt him flying towards the direction he looked at. ... Jenkins was once again laying in the pile of nuclei and cores while wearing an royal garmament and a small prince''s crown. His hair was laying spread out into the pile. "The kingdom is waiting outside the exterior of the woods, and as I prophesied, those brain dead adventures came along." He closed his amber eyes. Thinking about something only he could. ''I have left nine messages for that brat. I have refilled this entire place with only general level beast puppets, and I have sharpened all my knifes.'' He stood up and walked to a door of light which once more appeard. "Haha, I hope that egg doesn''t hatch before he gets back. Also, he will love the..." And he dissapeard once again. 21 Kings Migh Marss landed in the area where he first started the massacre. It was near a dried up pond with different bone fragments laying in some uprooted dirt. As his large body elegantly landed on the ground, some dust and bone particles were thrown into the air, circling around his dark and well shaped frame. As he, the new ruler, finished his entree, he set his eyes on a slightly larger figure on the opposite end. It looked at all the destruction and death which was finely written over the land. There were no longer any large green trees. All the sawdust and blood had made it look like a yellow and brown dirt desert, mabye with some patches of debree. The beast looked like a large humanoid monkey. Its fur was clay colored. However, it wore some sort of old bronze armour which took it''s appearence from what a chinese warrior would wear. Although it had a sort of rustic feel to it, while seeming to also be attatched to the rest of it''s body at a cellular level, If comparing the king''s and Marss''s body armour, Marss would be nothing more than a poor beggar. The tail of the monkey was of course, not armored, but shared the same glowing copper color as it''s very humane, yet intimidating eyes. As the Monkey King had yet to speak, a small drop of rain fell down between them, Slowly followed by many more. "Are you the one...who has done this?" It''s voice was very deep. Even marss felt the eardrums inside his shell-like skull ring a little. However, this did not destroy his arrogance. Only making him further fall to the newly created instinct. "Indeed, monkey." The monkey king turned towards Marss, looking at this abomination which clearly lacked many part of its body. Like exterior ears, a nose and lips. "Tell me, why did you kill all my bretheren?" The stiff mouth seemed to smile more, as the facial micles furter twisted. His voice became somewhat contorted as he spoke. "Because there was no faster way to grow." The monkey king closed his eyes. Bathing in the downpour that had arrived. ".....I see...." When it opened it''s eyes once more, the once copper pupils had turned into a bright gold. Turning his gaze towards the murdered, they locked gazes. Marss began to feel a little pressure, but was suddenly overwhelmed by a dazling light which blinded him. When the light died down, he opened his twisted eyes. All the previously clay texture armoar had turned into a weak colored golden color. It gave off a sort of indestructibilety. The ground began to shake beneath it, giving rise to more holes. Marss did not notice this, for he was too busy looking at the system. [Hostile target detected!] [Chances of winning:0,7%] [Chances of dying:99,3%] [Chances of fleeing:0%] "THEN YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!" The loud voice echoed into the surroundings. And when it dissapeard, the golden monkey sendt a casual palm strike in his direction, making Marss fly away into a lump of broken trees ..... Outside the dungeon, a small team of adventurers had gathered. Hopeing to get the treassure inside. The party which had choosen to try and challenge it first was quite regular. It was made up of a green haired man wearing iron armour, a gorgeous blond haired, blue eyed woman, wearing a sort of grey robe, a bulky woman in full iron armour and a shorter, more slim girl, very similar to the other one in grey robes, only that she wore a sort of lighter leather than the young man, and had a small robe with a hood. They were happily discussing what they would do with the treasure inside, as the all came from poor families. Actually, they were all here to heal several of their sickly family members, since a sudden epidemic had sweeped through their village. Together, they all used the help of the ''system'' to teleport inside. As summoned dungeons could be entered freely. Now finding themselves inside a large empty hall, alertly looking around into their new surroundings. While they were on guard, Jenkins was starring at them from a purple screen inside his cleaned, black room. Before his graceful frame laid a large purple keyboard, filled with different buttons. Some looked like wolfs, while some looked like drooling humans. He was going through all the figures, occasionally shifting his amber eyes from it, to the monitor. After a while, he finally letting his deep feminine voice out. "Hmmmm.... Thanks to Michael, I now have several mutated beast puppets. However, I don''t want to make them lose hope all at once. So, as I am a kindhearted lord, I will shall let them fight one zombie for now." He still wore his red robe and crown from previously. It looked like all the nuclei and cores were selling quite well. Jenkins now reached the delicate hand towards a human shaped button. Wanting to test the adventurers. However, a sudden shake made him fall onto the solid, purple board. Hr gripped onto it while swaying back and forth, causing the crown to fall off and rolled away. The robe was better off, only loosening a little. Slowly, the shaking died down and he stood up with a surprised expression. "WAAAH, oh good days, what the hell was that?" He looked towards the crown on the black floor, picking it up and placing it back where it belonged. Right on his head. "Sounded like an idiot lit a match while wandering inside some gas filled cave.." He straightened the crown and looked back to his purple and transparent setup. Clicking on the button with the zombie. Very happy with himself now, he savored each momentas his gaze went up to the monitor, until... Jenkins didn''t focus on the several desperate screams. Only watching the four adventurers being mauled to death by a troop of some large brown bears with stitches all around their skin. After the bears had eaten them all, a zombie suddenly spawned in. They all threw themselves at it. Giving the true release of death. The crown once more rolled of his head, leaving him starring at the purple screen for some time. "Aiya, seems like I need to wait for the next party..." ..... Marss crashed into the pile of wood, now having a palm imprint covering his slightly dented chest. Looks like his armour was rather tough, even agains a causal attack from a king. The sudden suprise had given some rationality back. "Ow...Mabye I should run back to Jenkins.." While thinking of that guy, a sudden feminine voice appeared in his head. ''Hello kiddo! You never answered, so I left some voicemails behind for whenever I cross your mind!'' He wanted to try and contact him, but several more began to play. ''Soooo...how is it going? I see there are some nuclei filling up inside the treasury. Just contact me if you grow tired.'' .... ''Yeah, I notice you really don''t like to rest, as 3/10 of the treasury is made up of marbles. Anyways, you seem to handle yourself pretty well...Jenkins out.'' .... ''Dammit Michael, what are you doing? Well, whatever... I went out shopping, and we have some cool robes now. Lets try some on when you get back.'' ... ''Aaaand look who it is! There are some rather urgent news for when you stop with the core farming. Contact me as soon as possible.'' .... ''Hello again, Michael! The plan is mostly finished preparing for, so when you hear this, know that I have several details about the king inside THIS voicemail!'' ..... ''You are rather busy these days... But I have also been working! As two presents which are gifted by this great lord lay underneath a golden tree I bought at an auction!'' ..... ''Just wanted to tell you that the kingdom has arrived. Also, If you wanna bet on which adventurers who will reach my boss room first, then you better come quick!'' ..... Marss was only listening to the stupid messages out of hope, now wanting to hear more about the king before his mind was gone. . ''Ah! Yes, the king. A rather crafty fellow. He used to be some sort of metal bending gorilla, but slowly combinded the essences of earth and metal, making a type of gold. He can really deal a hit by the way. However, the guy is slower than a king should be, but don''t fight him before you evolve. Kings are different for several reasons.'' . ''Luckily for us, he has not understood the ''gold essence'' fully. You can probably tire him out stamina wise, but don''t rely so much on physical damage. If you hear this then good luck.'' . Marss was happy he finally had some information on the enemy. However, before he could even stand, something within his mind cracked open, as he was too mentally fragile. His arrogance arouse up togheter with some anger. The king was now standing in front of the abomination. Looking down at the piece of fragile glass. Feeling the berating energy emitted from those eyes fuelled his fighting spirit and anger. All the fibers in his abnormal body started to shake and swell, increasing his size to 10 Meters, only slightly shorter than the Monky king. ---------- [Abilities activates] [Immortal speed LvL 1: triples existing traveling speed while using energy.] . [Berzerk LvL 8: Octuples physical power. Octuples energy drained per second.] . [Mucle efficiancy LvL 8: Increases muscle efficiency by 800%.] . [Ruler''s Iron Fist LvL 1: A punch able to fully send all generated kinetic energy into area hit. Will make weaker targets unable to see user attack.] . [Killer Instinct LvL 9: Erodes targets will to live. Does not work if target Is stronger.] . [Singularity Denter LvL 4: Sends a small vibrations through objects hit. Will turn surrounding area inti mush. . [revenge LvL 6: Will send all absorbed damage back at the attacker.] . [Core shield LvL 6: Turns surrounding cellular armour into a heated type of metal with higher density.] . [Passive Abilities activated] . [Acrobat LvL 7: Attack and dodging speed is multiplied by 3.5x every time.] . [Combat dancer LvL 5: Attack speed is multiplied by 5x.] . [Burst movement LvL 7: Single move attacks do 3.5x more damage] . [Strider''s step LvL 1: User can fling himself a hundred meters into any direction. Travelling speed is affected if abilites are used] . [Blood blocker LvL 7: releases a chemical which greatly slows down regeneration speed and blood clothing if in contact with an open wound.] . ---------- The monkey king looked while Marss''s body expanded and warmed up. The armour plates around him were now glowing with a shiny red, like warm metal. It caused smoke to rise from the ground he stood on. Even the rain that fell on him evaporated. From Marss''s point of view, the rain was moving a little slower. He locked down his eyes onto the golden ape, jumping at it wildly. The usual ''elegant step'' which would be emitted by Marss''s jump turned into a sonic boom when he flew at the king. All nearby sawdust, planks and remains were shot out into the sky like some sort of firework. In not even an instant, he connected the boiling fist. A large explosion occured, sending all physical matter around them away. A new crater was now formed without anyone inside. Marss was waiting for the dust to clear, nervously looking for where the king was. Also listening to the system. [Host has 22 200/25 000 energy left.] After the rain removed some, he saw the golden monky once more after taking a full fledged attack from him. Standing 30 meters away from where he originally was, the king refused to fall down. A very powerful individual to say the least. As he got a better look, he saw the area where the punch landed... There was a dent in the golden armor, a small drop of blood could be seen. The king starred at the wound which now existed and did not instantly heal. Slowly putting back a weary expression on the challenger. "....Very powerful indeed....." The deep voice reached the now frightened Marss. "...It is to bad this is your limit....." Suddenly, Marss lost track of the king as he dissapeard. Looking nervously around as he could not find it anywhere. A sudden sense of urgency claimed his back. Instantly, he fired out his wings and movement abilities to successfully dodge. As he flew from the original position, he suddenly crashed to the ground as his wings had been completely pulverized. The king stood behind his original position, one of its large golden hands were implanted into the ground. He smiled a after seeing that Marss was able to dodge his attack. Lifting the palm strike from where he hit, a deep hand shaped tunnel was formed, leading to who knows where. Marss began to sweat while wearing a horrified expression on his deformed face. This was the first time he had ever felt so close to death''s door before. "You are very good, Challenger. As a sign of respect, I shall slowly beat you while making the ground fertile once more. Fertilizing it with the blood and flesh ripped of your sinful body." He then disappeared again. 22 The last March *BOOM In the same barren wastelans where they originally started, a figure could be seen smashing into different places. They had been going at it for almost 8 hours. And Marss kept getting pummeled each time. He had been hit and damaged so much, the once incredible defence was now nothing more than a lump of rubber. He stopped screaming after a while too, refusing to let Michael try to persuade him to switch. The king would always wait for him to regenerate and then crush him. Letting the blood flow everywhere. This cycle would repeat itself every time he staryed to move, completely shattering his will to fight. The golden monkey was now standing in front of the completly broken corpse which was Marss, looking down as it twitched. He had already covered a large part of the surrounding earth with the beasts blood. Now, he was waiting for it to regenerate again. ... Inside Marss''s head sat a golden eyed boy next to a fading figure. It seemed to once have possessed brown hair. Looking down at the almost broken Marss made Michaels heart twitch a little, as they looked very alike. "Why did you not switch out with me? I already told you I can win.." only half of Marss''s body was stilk there. The rest was turning into hazy golden fog as they spoke. "I...I wanted to...Bring mom back..myself" "I...I don''t want to be weak anymore." Michael looked down at the pitiful boy, continuing to question him. "Letting your instinct take control only means you are weak, Marss. Besides, we will eventually get her, so you don''t have to.." He was planning on continuing, but a small tear fell down from the more translucent Marss. "I...Whenever mom asked me to help..(sniff)..I would sometimes tell her no, and we would argue...(Sniff).. One time, when Fenrik and the others hit me, she came to help...but I also screamed at her then..(sniff)" Michael looked down at the boy, not interrupting. "I....I feel like we are somehow the same..Even before the fusion...But...I am much weaker than you..(sniff)...I bet mom would want a son like you bringing her back..." A strange feeling began to fill Michael''s heart. Something he had not felt since the time he was very young. "I...(Sniff)...I don''t want to be here anymore...I was the worst child a parent could ask for...I never had any friends...and no one cares about my life. I don''t even think dad would miss a failiure like me." A heavy stream of water ran down his remaining brown eye. Turning into gold light as it hit the bottom of the shiney void. "I hate myself, Michael. Now that I know how pathetic and weak I really am. How much of a disgrace I have always been. I probably persisted because I wanted to apologize sooner." A weak smile formed on the remaining half of his mouth, he looked towards Michael while his leg started to fade. "Hey, Michael..." He still had his trademark poker face on, but a deep wave of mysteriousness kept waving in.his heart. "Yes, Marss?" The bubbling feeling kept getting stronger as he sat there. "I....Can I leave saving mom to you?" His mouth trembled, starting to smile back at the dissipating boy. "Sure you can. Isn''t that what good brothers are for?" Marss smiled even wider. Wanting to say something before he was gone. "Knowing that you did not hate me in the end makes me kind of happy...." The boy faded, sending a white glow into the body of the sitting Michael. This small glow ignited a small dead sun which had laid dormant within him. As he sat there, something which had not happened in 10 years of his life once more showed. The spark of his emotions lit up. ''What is this...trembling feeling in my heart? It is familiar, yet I cannot seem to completely regiser it.'' ''This boy. He was someone just like me. Was he not? Consumed by self loathing. However, he did not fight back. He gave up...'' ''He gave up....'' "Killing yourself only because you feel guilty.." Michael felt himself starting to sob. "...That''s not a choice you get to make..." Inside him, a usual indifferent anger suddenly spiked up to an inhuman degree. Worse than the day where he was brutally murdered. Able to properly understand it now that the sun had risen, he felt the desire to burn this world to ash. "Child....I will not forget this promise.." ... The king looked down at the fully regenerated body. Seeing that the abomination was unconscious, he began to talk to himself. "I am getting rather tired of this..I will let you say your final prayers before ending this." But unexpectedly, the black monster said something back. "...Michael..." He heard this, showing a very questionable expression when the monster tried to crawl up again, while slowly shrinking it''s body. "Michael? Is that the name of another weakling like yourself?" The black body started to shrink, turning into a well buildt, two meter tall humanoid monster with black spiked hide as skin, human facial features, and thick red hair with four horns sticking out. As for the hoves and claws, they were all still there, only looking more humane now. The armour and silver linings also looked much more noble while like this. "...No, you shit throwing chimp..." It answered? So he still was sane after all. The monky king smiled, letting it shine like the golden armour. "Then who is it then, beast?" The human shaped black devil opened its regularly shaped eyes. Shoving two red vertically slit pupils resting in a black sky. "It''s the man who will beat you half dead." ... 23 Brain vs Brawn "Beat me half dead you say?" The golden monkey king chuckled lightly as this was most definitely the dumbest reply it had ever gotten. This had been a one sided battle where he had crushed this fool for who knows how long, and now it said it was going yo beat him? "Creature, or should I say, you look more like a demonic human now. How are you going to do so?" A silent breeze blew by them. Letting the golden armour of the king whisper in the air towars the black scales humanoid. "Do you know why humans are the rulers of this world?" ''What? Did it say humans? So this thing really was one of those wretched creatures!'' The king hardened its gaze towards him a little, continuing this round of cat and mouse would mabye calm him down. "Tell me, brat. Why are those filthy humans so strong in your eyes." The jagged hide covering michael began to release some sort of black smoke. As it covered the area, some sort of wind came and manipulated it to surround the entire body of the king. The monkey smelled this weird gas, and found out it was rather unpleasant to breath in. After all, he had reached the max evolution of the [Iron hide gorilla] and was mostly proficient in defence. The smoke now began to senter around his body, blocking the golden rays emitted by his armor. A weak echo covered all of the now hidden surroundings, the black scaled human seemed to answer his previous question. "Because we are the smartest.." A weak wind blew towards him from within, seeming to charge forwards at full speed. Noticing this, it swung its arm at the incoming object, trying to crush the beast and blow away this disgusting toxic mist. However, as the king threw his fist with all his might, the wind seemed to follow alongside his movement, circling around him more in order to not disperse. As for the pressure coming towards him, it seemed to just be a pocket of air? Where was the demon? But as the king wished to find the abomination and dispel this dark mist, he felt a sudden shock travel through his throat. Michael was more proficient in the air control and sulfur manipulation than his younger twin, able to bend it in any direction effortlessly. He had used the suprise attack to shatter the more unprotected throat of the king, making him unable to use his powerful scream to send it away. As it was not prepared for this, a chocking containing both suprise and blood followed. "Aahh...''*cough... Do you think this will achieve anything?" The king smashed it''s golden hands togheter, trying to forcefully disperse this nastiness. Yet, again, it only focused back around his body, now even more concentrated too. He tried to jump away, hoping the brat would not follow. But each time he landed, the boy would be seen flying in the air with some black wings, looking down with his red eyes. He was never able to take a rest, as Michael continuously harassed him with clusters of [Blood blocker] Spit and sometimes fully powered attacks. Finally, when he had gotten a wound enough from the relentless assult, the king found out that It would first, not heal no matter how hard he tried, but some of the surrounding smoke started to press itself into his bloodstream. Every time he dispersed it, it came back thicker. Whenever he tried to run away, michael would always follow. However, there was one time he charged at Michael when the smokescreen dissapeard, planning to instantly kill him. Sadly, as Michael had shrunken his body size, dodging seemed to be much more effective, as he never let the king touch him. After doing this for 23 hours, the king finally felt some need to escape as his vision was getting a little blurry. This, and the amount of toxic gas he had breathed in would mabye spell his doom. Too bad that when he planned to jump, Michael smashed in both his weakened knees. The golden luster dimmed as the damage accumulated. When seeing the tired king try to run, he fully charged forwards. Although his hits didn''t do to much damage, when striking the same spot three to four hundred times, it would definitely show results eventually. The hunter was now the prey, never given a single moment of rest for the next four days. When the fifth day came, the smoke finally disappeared. Showing the once mighty king again. The haggard monkey now looked like the true begger. There were several cracks and dents in the dim golden armour. Some places had large black wounds with a dark liquid dripping out. Most of his joints were bleeding heavily, as Michael would mostly focus on them. The now broken ruler looked towards the still standing humanoid before him. It did not even seem to have grown tired after such a long fight. "I....I admit...Defea..." As the king was about to give up, a sudden pain came from his eye. Michael had increased his sulfur manipulation to level 9, now able to form solid weapons of any shape or size. He had jammed one such spike into its eyes, not planning to stop even if it admitted its loss. "You can die when I have grown tired..." The fomer king did not answer, only feeling another set of giant needles dig into the worn down body. .... "Dammit, must I go fetch that guy myself?!" Jenkings was walking back and forth inside his alloyed room. Wondering what Michael was doing for the last sixteen days. "The marbles stopped comming...Mabye he is taking a break?" But as this thought crossed his mind, a flashy purple light appeared in the corner of the room. What came after....was a sight to behold. Some sort of black scaled humans with red hair and red eyes was sitting on top of a badly mutilated, 13 meter tall monkey. There were several spikes sticking out of every single hole found on the dead ape''s head. It looked like it once wore some sort of armour, but no one would know for sure, as more black nails were hammered into every body part. Some longer than others. Jenkings looked at this weird scene. Suddenly feeling his core shard resonate from withing the demonic human which stood there. A short silence laid itself over them as Jenkins took of his crown, locking eyes with the tall demon. "Oh, you are really good." The demon only smiled back, happy that this fool still was the same. "Of course I am." ..... Jenkins was now looking through Michael''s status with the system. Wanting to check where he was strenght wise. "You look very well of Michael. However..." Michael was still transformed into the monster covered in hide. Only listening to what Jenkins said. "The title saying you are followed is nullified in here, as my dungeon is not some cheap shed. Still, this is the worst possible outcome we could had gotten." "Why is that so?" Jenkins massaged his soft temple, wanting to explain in the best way possible. "Sooo, someone is now on your tail, as a human having such a power is really not something possible in this world. Let me make it easier, Michael. Do you know what''Denovo'' means?" "If I remember correctly, it means ''Coming from nowhere''?" "Yes! very nice! Well, you see. The beasts originating from Farleng originally come from the seven ''First gods''. They were the ones who created everything alongside the universal will." "As each god made their own little playground, the universal will made the system, so that all living creatures had a ability to improve. Buuuuuuut..." "The first gods attacked it. Wishing to gain something I am not familiar with. The battle was eventually lost, which caused the system and the first gods to not work that well together." "And now, as I have guessed that your power originates from one of these gods, the system has recognized that you may be associated with them." "So what do we do then?" "Well, just let papa Jenkings fix your system. I have a feeling we will need it as we go on." Michael could only trust Jenkins, as he had no more knowledge about it than this guy. "Yes yes, give me a second." He began to randomly press on empty sides of the screen, making it seem like a crazy person tapping on some sort of glass. However... [ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR] [HOST''S RACE IS UNKOWN] [RESETING RACE] A red glow was emitted from his eyes, wanting to question Jenkins what he did. But before he could, something else happened. Jenkins was pulling the monkey king torwards him "ABSORB THIS GUY BEFORE YOUR BODY GETS DESTROYED" He only did as he was told, having faith in the man in front of him. Michael absorbed the defiled ape with his arm, and the system once more let out a response. [HOST IS PERMANENTLY FUSING FOREGN DNA AND ASSIMILATED DNA TOGETHER WITH OWN GENE POOL!] [CREATING NEW RACE!!!] His body slowly melted into a pudle of water. 24 Start Of A Plans - End of Volume 1 - Michael slowly regained his consciousness, finding himself starring up into a familiar black alloyed wall. He wanted to stand up, but both the nausea and dizziness kept him down. Not allowing his body to move a single bit. After after an unknown amount of time, he finally managed to atleast sit properly. Looking at the new body, something seem to have...changed? His feet were in a normal human shape, if you ignore the part about the black hide he now had, replacing all the skin on his body. It was very similar to the one he had while transforming, only that now, there was no body armour. The silver streaks outlining his mucles were still there though. His eyes were also now more normal, only now having a dark void inside them, illuminated by the same slit tint of red. His hair was also, still red. Very rugged, but without any horns sticking out anywhere. Also, his body was now...smaller? He felt like a child again. A very scary child from the darkest corners of hell. ''What the hell did that guy do?'' "System, if you are there, show me my status." [Display engaged] ---------- . Layer: King (low) Lvl:1/10 Name:Michael Frell Wiik (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race(new): Variant PrimateAge:15 Health(new): 100% Energy: 100k . Physique(new): None Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline . Genetic Combo(new):none Genetic storage(new):none Magic Essence : Wind:0% Ice:0%Gold:0%(new) Dark:0%(new) . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1(new) (Muscle empowerment LvL8(???) (Bestial sense LvL1) (Berserk LvL 8(???) (Mind Breaker LvL 1(new) (Cellular armour LvL1(new) (Tremor bomber LvL1(new) (Skill Assimilation(New) (Physique theft(new) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL1) (Lasting stamina) (Understanding LvL 1) (Persuasive LvL1) (Engraved path) (Sulfur manipulation LvL1) (Fear feeder LvL 1 (new) (Kinetic reversal LvL1(new) (Battle Acrobat LvL1(new) (Strider''s step Lvl1) (breathless LvL1) (Blood blocker LvL7(???) (Genetic Drain(new)(Endless Evolution(new) . [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/HYBRID/GEMINI/KINDLED/???/??? . ---------- Michael starred at the screen, both the vertically slit eyes were beginning to shrink. Most likely from the shock he felt deep down. "Wh..What did Jenkins do?! And who the hell is he?!" Michael moved his eyes from the screen, now seeing that weird elf silently starring at him from the other side of the room. Hiding behind some sort of glass wall while wearing some stupid cape with a matching crown. Oh, yeah, he also had a copper staff, but it didn''t make him look less like a deranged pimp. "Ah! you are finally awake! Good, it means that I am still a genius after all. Hahahaha!" What was that guy laughing for? this was serious! "Hey, don''t look at papa Jenkins like that.. Yes, I was calling you a baby." Michael looked down at his small body covered black hide again. Wanting more than ever to know what he did. "Wait a sec, I gotta get rid of this glass." As he willed it, the glass was absorbed into the floor. "Good! now, I am sure you have questions, seeming as I just played four rounds of chess on your system.." "Well, I am planning on telling you everything after we are done with our plan, now that you are at the king layer." Michael stood up. Walking towards the blond elf with his baby sized body. It seemed like it genuinely made him freak out as he backed off. "Begone Demon! I will explain! Your body and skills risked sending the ENTIRE world against you, so I did what you humans call ''Pressing the randomize button''... You may thank m... HEY! what''s that look? I made sure that you kept those absurdly powerful skills like ''Berzerk''!" Seems like Jenkins was getting a little too scared from seeing Michael come closer, so he spilled something useful. "NO STOP! IT WAS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! h..hear me out, you remember that dungeon shard you had in your arm? Yeah, it fused with your new body. Now allowing you to send all stuff you find into the treasury. Now, let me check what skills you got." He lost his fear, remembering that they currently were partners. He went over and made Michael open his system. Of course, making sure that they did not touch each other After starring at it for a while, Jenkins seemed to calm himself. "Looks the skills that barely randomized were your previous ''Absorption'' ones. They did change, yes, but now you are more like a beast which can infinitely evolve. No problem by the way." He was an animal now? A real mutated beast? "Don''t look so sad, Michael. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Remember, animals get stronger each time they evolve. You now basically have infinent potential for growth. Also, those ''genetic'' things are new to me. But that ''Physique Theft'' is not something which is necessarily worse than what you hadbefore." His mood brightened a little as he listned to Jenkins''s comfortable words. Even if this was a little new, he still had things to do. "Another thing, remember when you went rampaging in the woods? I absorbed some of the experience through the shard. I''ll give you some back now so you can see what kind of evolution you will get." Jenkins summoned his purple orb in the palm of his delicate hand. It gave of a weak glow and then dissipated again. After it was gone, he got woken up by the system''s notifications. [Level up!] [Level up!] [Level up!] And then came the familiar box up once more. [Host has reached max level] [10/10] Max Do you wish to evolve?] (Y/N) Very happily, he pressed the (Y) button. Hoping for something better than this demon baby form. ---------- . [You have 3 different evolution choices!] . [hel''dreper demon: A type of human which is known best for their physical strenght and pride. They possess an innate affinity to dark magic, and are extremely talented in mind manipulation.] . [Devil Half breed:A sort of human shaped devil. They known for their ferocity and wrath. All who anger them will never be able to rest in peace, as they will rip the soul out of their victims.] . [Nehalem Infant: A newborn Half demon/Half human hybrid. It looks no different from a normal human, except for its strikingly red, glowing eyes and sulfur colored hair. They possess an innate connection to fire.] . ---------- Well, this was new. He was going to pick one, but Jenkins interrupted him. "Pick the demon on top. It would make our plan flow smoother." Not hesitating anymore, he clicked on what Jenkins recommended. As the screen blurted out, he felt his body change. Slowly, it grew in lenght. Stopping on his previous height at 1.85cm. As for the black hide which previously covered his body, it had turned into a fancy set of clothes. Looking like he wore a sort of smooth leather armour. The feet were naked as they only displayed a normal human foot with some slightly sharper nails. All his previous red hair had turned black, and his eyes were now a fitting dark gold color. His body was now a little muscular to, making his average facial features somewhat tolerable. Once more, he noticed that on his display was now [Dark essence:0%] and... What was this? [Hel''B?lger Form] He was planning on trying it out, but Jenkins found out as he watched every move he made. By stopping him, he began to wildly scream and run away . "DON''T YOU DARE TURN INTO THAT THING IN MY DUNGEON!!" "Can''t I just try it outside? Why all the.." "PUT THAT FINGER DOWN THIS INSTANT!" He didn''t want to anger the lord of the dungeon any more, as he had helped him a lot with this. So he lowered his finger again. he now looked at his level, which was [1/15]. Was it because this demon had low potential? "Ah, yes, I made it so that your potential is practically inacurate. In my term, it means that your potential number is set to lower than it should be. Releasing you from the part where it''s needed to grind levels forever. Thank me by not transforming here." "Oh, yeah. All the bloodlines you had integrated with have been absorbed into your genetic pool, so as you level up, some may affect your future evolutions. Again, don''t transform in here." Michael listened happily to the new news he had been given. Now, hoping to finally initiate the plan. He turned towards Jenkins with along with the new clothes he wore. Looking into the amber eyes of the blond haired elf with his own golden ones. They starred at each other for a while. "Were you going to tell me something? For your eyes are kinda scary looking with the sharp slit inside the gold." "Yes, can you tell me about the plan you talked about?" Jenkins was now starting form a well known smile on his beautiful face. Beginning to explain what he had been doing. "Yes. Well, our plan is now on the first part, as you have reached the king layer. I have made preperations for you to go somewhere, as we are in need of a specific type of material for the next one..." Michael smiled back at him, eager to hear what he was going to say. "Where am I going then, good brother?" Jenkins pointed in his direction as he said it very loudly. "You are going to the fifth best magic academy in the entire human kingdom!" WHAT?! Magic? His smile stiffened, hoping to get more out of the carefree jenkins. "W..what?" "YES! You heard right!" He felt some uncontrollable anger fume out of the bottom of his heart. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ''magic academy''??!?! To do what? Learn magic? Get a harem?! No way in hell." Jenkins closed his eyes while massaging his temple. Wondering when this guy began to get so emotional. "Listen Michael. You can do what you want about the harem stuff, but thats not why you are going." He was eagerly waiting for Jenkins to finish, interrupting him a little while trying to calm down. "Then what are we going to do then?" Jenkins placed his hand down, opening his eyes alongside the rising smile once more forming on his face. His deep feminine tone reached michaels redend ears. "We are not going there to learn magic.. " He paused, making sure Michael looked him in the eyes while he finished. "We are going there on a Heist!" ..... -End of volume 1- 25 Two Gifts "Think of it like robbing a bank, only now, the bankers can shoot fire." "Yes, I get it, Jenkins." Although that weird elf kept talking, Michael was having some fun while doing so. Rather weird, as he was a renowned lone wolf on earth. "And Michael. I have the gifts ready! Just follow me!" For the first time in many years, Michael was able to feel genuine happiness when speaking with someone else. He followed Jenkins into another room that open up.Hiding behind a piece of the alloyed wall. As he entered, he noticed that it was set up like a sort living room. A large brown sofa which covered the one side of the wall, tightly leaned against it. The floor had a massive grey rug on. However, this waswhen compared with the giant gold tree standing in the middle of the room. Sharing its appearance with a pine tree usually used when christmas arrives. Hell, there was even two tightly wrapped gifts underneath it. Jenkins threw himself on the couch, waiting for Michael to unpack the presents. With little to no choice, he picked up one of the white boxes, planning on opening it up. Inside..... There was a small white egg? "What is this?" Michael turned towards the eager Jenkins, wanting to know what this was. "It''s a duck egg!" ... "But why?" "Y..You ungrateful bastard! Did you know how many merchants I beat up in order to get that?!" The atmosphere got a little awkward, so Michael only gave a stiff smile and thanked him. Stretching his hand towards the last box. Inside it was no egg, luckly. But a small naked creatures? It had some green skin followed by some rather ugly looks. "What is this? And why is it moving?" Jenkins smiled, imagining how Michael would be eternally grateful for this one. "It''s a goblin I caught! Still lives too. After all, I am a great magician!" .... "How long has it been here?" "Two weeks!" He reached his hand inside the box, placing the small creature on the rugged floor. As it woke up, it noticed Michael and began to bark some unkown language at him. However, when seeing Jenkins there, made it hide behind the one it screamed at. "Wait a second, Michael. I''ll help you with this one!" Jenkins chanted something in his head, and a black chain shot into the head of the goblin and then onto Michael''s arm. The small creature passed out when it happend. [Host has formed a familiar contract] [Goblin added] [Do you wish to name it?] "What the hell?! I didn''t ask for a goblin!" Jenkins was now a little dissatisfied, snapping back at him. "Just name it! Goblins are known to have a very diverse evolution chart. I bet you''ll be able to get something out of this." "what should the name be?" They were both in deep thought. However, Michael then decided on something. [Goblin name: Nemesis] After the name was given, the goblin woke up. Looking at it''s new master. "Why that kind of name?" "It''s a name belonging to the god of vengance on my planet. And as it really didn''t like you, I bet you are going to have a bad time later on." He then picked up the duck egg again, and letting Jenkins shot another black chain at it. [Unborn Duckling added to familiars] [Do you wish to name it?] "I''ll let you choose the name this time, good brother." The elf jumped of his couch, running towards the screen Michael had in front of him. "You are a good man!" "Now, lets see here." [Duck name: Drac''yuk The Destroyer] "Pick another one..." "Hmpf! Fine.." [Duck name: Jingwei added] Michael had never heard such a name before, so he also asked Jenkins about it. "Thats quite the name.." "It''s the name of an old friend I had." He wanted to ask which one, but stopped when seeing a sort of depressed and exhausted expression shadowing over his good brother''s face. Michael tried changing the topic, asking when they were goin to leave for the academy. "When are we deparing then?" It luckily snapped him out of the depressed trance, bringing him back to reality. "Oh, we are going now. I have already dealt with all the adventurers who came here.." A golden door of light appeared before them, Jenkins walked In front while signaling Michael to follow him. The goblin only looked at them disappearing. After they were gone, it went and laid next to the duck egg. Falling asleep. After going inside, he now found himself in a room covered by golden brick walls. Circling around them was a small river made up of beast nuclei, cores, gold ingots, gold coins and several types of royal garmaments. There was even a golden mannequin inside the pile, formed in the shape of jenkins. While Michael was looking around in the sea of treasure, Jenkins was tapping on his purple ball. It gave off a weak flash, summoning five different items which hovered in the air in front of him. "Michael, look at these." He made them fly next to his face, beginning to explain what each did. "The first one is a ''shapeshifter pill''. It will make you look and feel like a human. When you evolved before, I sensed that the nuclei you previously formed had gone back to its ''forming'' stage. This is good, as it will later become much more powerful. Mabye even reach...." "Anyways, the second one is storage ring. It''s only there so that you can keep some reliable items with you along the way. If something were to happen, just send it back into the treasury. I mean, you fused with my dungeon core, so you can send inanimate things on a one way trip from an unspecified distance." "The third is you academy invitation. I found out that your name used to be ''Zell''. It has a noble name in it, so you are going in as one of them." ''What? its a noble name? Weren''t they farmers?'' Michael wanted to know more, but Jenkins did not stop with his explanation. "The fourth one is that ''minor life orb'' you clinges onto. Something told me you really liked it, so I made a black chain to hold it. This way it will be easier to carry around. Such things are held close, so I figured you wouldn''t want to throw it into the ring." "The last one is a black robe I took a liking to. Its made out of ''Vered Panther'' leather, and has some nice rose petal markings on." He was given all the items, now looking back at Jenkins who he felt very grateful towards. Jenkins smiled a little while seeing the grateful face Michael made at him. "Anyways, I will pack the dungeon back down. A carrige will arrive outside the forrest in three hours. I have made a room for your familiars, so that they can stay togheter like this. However, at the academy entry exam, you have to show your familiars, so that they can note down that they are yours. Yes, you will be taking them with you this time." Michael once more wanted to say something, but another door of light appeard. "I have filled that ring with some of the fortune you made while battling. Some necessities like clothes and such are also inside. After you get out, just head straight in the direction you face. Also, here, let me max your level once more before you go. Don''t evolve yet please. We can discuss what evolution would be best for the heist." Michael quickly said something to him before exiting. Now leaving with a sincere smile. As Jenkins watched him leave, the depressed expression he had previously resurfaced. Finding bismelf muttering something only he knew what meant. "I wish I could let you live, Michael. But as things are now, I cannot be sure that you can be trusted in the end." He then left through another golden door. 26 Tests Right now, the lightly robed Michael and Jenkins sat opposite to each other inside a very well made carriage. The wood it was sculptured of truly some of the finest quality. Not even losing out to any used by nobles. On Jenkins side was a bunch of luggage. However, it only containted some things he wanted to auction off. Bringing them like this would make the bouncer more happy to receive him. As for Michael, he had a small goblin sitting on his lap, currently eating some sort blue fruit. The egg was inside an incubator Jenkins had made with the help of some lesser balrog core. They were currently discussing what types of skills Michael should assimilate togheter with ''Skill assimilation''. He was starring into the screen, while Jenkins kept talking. [display engaged] ---------- . Layer: King (low) Lvl:10/10 max Name:Marss Zell Johnson (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race: Human (Hel''dreper demon) Age:15 Health(new): 100% . Energy: 100k Physique: None Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline . Genetic Combo:none Genetic storage:none Magic Essence : Wind:0% Ice:0%Gold:0% Dark:0% . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1) (Muscle empowerment LvL8) (Bestial sense LvL1) (Berserk LvL 8) (Mind Breaker LvL1) (Cellular armour LvL1) (Tremor bomber LvL1) (Hel''B?lger Form(new) (Skill Assimilation)(Physique theft) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL1) (Lasting stamina) (Understanding LvL 1) (Persuasive LvL1) (Engraved path) (Sulfur manipulation LvL1) (Fear feeder LvL 1) (Kinetic reversal LvL1(new) (Battle Acrobat LvL1) (Strider''s step Lvl1) (breathless LvL1) (Blood blocker LvL7) (Genetic Drain)(Endless Evolution) . [Titles] BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/HYBRID/GEMINI/KINDLED/???/??? . ---------- "So which should I fuse again did you say?" Jenkins looked towards the screen, answering him slowly so that he got what he said. "Fuse all the abilites which will overlap to create a stronger one. You can just try and see which go together. Only, don''t end up with less than three skills in the end." "You know this the best so.." . [Muscle efficiency] + [Berzerk] [Proceeding...] . [Mad dance of power LvL 1(new): Lets user increase physical strenght by 200% for each second passed. It will stop when reaching 1000%. Can increase users power in a single attack by 1000%. This will reset timer. It will not strain the user] . "O...OH LORD!" Michael almost felt his heart jump out. How was this possible?! "Yep, keep it up like that. Remember, only passive skills go with passive and vise versa" He kept going with it. Slowly fusing all togheter. . [Blood blocker] + [Kinetic reversal] . [Damage reversal LvL 1: If hit by a weak enough attack, the impact will travel back into the attacker, destroying his body/weapon and slowing regeneration. Physical attacks also have same effect on metal/flesh . [Battle acrobat] + [Lasting stamina] . [Repeat blink: User does not consume energy or stamina when dodging attacks for 12hours.] '' [Understanding] + [Persuasive] . [Mental Master LvL 1: Gives user a increased understanding ability and strengthens all vocal skills] . After combining the skills he could, he stopped. Now viewing his new status again. ---------- Layer: King (low) Lvl:10/10 max Name:Marss Zell Johnson (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race: Human (Hel''dreper demon) Age:15 Health(new): 100% . Energy: 100k Physique: None Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline . Genetic Combo:none Genetic storage:none Magic Essence : Wind:0% Ice:0%Gold:0% Dark:0% . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1)(Bestial sense LvL1) (Mind Breaker LvL1) (Cellular armour LvL1) (Tremor bomber LvL1) (Hel''B?lger Form) (Mad dance of power LvL1(new) (Skill Assimilation)(Physique theft) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL1) (Engraved path) (Sulfur manipulation LvL1) (Fear feeder LvL 1) (Strider''s step Lvl1) (breathless LvL1) (Mental master LvL 1(new) (Repeat Blink LvL 1(new) (Damage Reversal LvL1(new) (Genetic Drain)(Endless Evolution) . [Titles] (+) . "That was all the skills you could fuse? I bet you''ll get more after evolving. We are almost at the academy now, so you can check the evolutions you have available after passing the tests. Just make sure you DON''T evolve without me." He smiled towards Michael, or Marss for now. Hoping he would heed his advice. "I don''t want to evolve into a satanic pig by accident. So you can rest assured." Michael looked down at the goblin, still chewing on the blue fruit. ---------- [Layer:non] [Race:GoblinAge: 26 days] [Level:1/10] [Name:NEMESIS] [Skills:Non] [TITLES: FAMILIAR OF MICHAEL] ---------- "What gender is this thing? There wasn''t anything on the familiar screen..." Jenkins looked down at the ugly thing, now wearing some piece of his red king''s robe tied around the body like a rag. "It''s a boy." Michael removed his gaze from the creature, looking towards Jenkins. "Why didn''t you max this guy''s level out?" "I forgot to." *Silence "Any notes I should take before leaving?" "Yes! I am glad you asked. I don''t know which world you come from, but here, the strong rule. Although society is not unfair against those who lack power, the ones who have get more. So show a little off when you get there." "Thanks, i''ll remember that. Also, in those voicemails you left me, there was something about ''bad news''?" Jenkins did not move. Standing still for a second. "Oh yeah! that! Well, I got them off our chase for atleast two more months! You may thank me now." "Atleast tell me what happened?" *Dunk "AH WE ARE HERE! GET YOUR STUFF!" The carriage stopped after having travelled for three days straight. The Academy wasn''t too far away from the ''Hellgreen woods'' Michael had just cut down. It was often used for a place where students would go train and practice. The average layer one had to be to enter was the (High) soldier layer. The more energy one had, the more spells one could fire off. And of course, the stronger ones could be mastered. Michael was currently hiding his layer with something Jenkins made. For now, he was considered a (middle) layer Master (rank 2). All the teacher were at the (peak general realm) or (Low) King realm, whilst the vice principal was a (High) king, and the principal was a (middle) emperor. When he exited the carriage, Michael was met by a crowd of people with their own traveling carts and horses. Seemed like many were planning on getting in. The one thing these people had in common was the weird symbols which were engraved on each individual vehicle. And of course, all those handsome and pretty noble snobs. Most of the surroundings were empty, only a town could be seen further back in the distant, while a massive grey castle stood before them. The whole place was covered by a large flatland mixed between some fresh grass, and dried light brown soil. After waiting for a while, some flying old man in a robe flew out from the gate. Proceeding to take all of the ones who wished to join. The gate was very large, letting all fit in and move on. The wizard took everyone to some sort of grass yard, with several different test dummies and bags. However, first one had to be tested for any ''Magic affinity''. Having such a thing was considered very rare, so everone who had it could be called a genius in some way. A long line was formed, however, it quickly shrunk, as many found out their aptitude was too low to be able to train properly. Michael was nearing the end, standing in front of some white haired and blue eyed teens. Was they all from the same family? Well, the two boys looked close, but the girl on their side was not that welcoming. Noticing the one behind them, one instantly began to berate his average looks. "haha look, Sister Gwen. Is that a commoner who wishes to try his luck?" The tallest one spoke. Seems like they all were from the same family. "Ignore such shameful creatures. Our ''Snow serpent" family does not need to bother with trash." The girl gave Michael a disgusted glance, not even viewing him as more than an ant. Usually, Michael would ignore them. But now, he found a weak flame of anger burning inside his belly. Wanting to say something back, he stopped. Remembering that he was more disciplined than this. Seeing that the commoner ignored him, they turned their attention towards the examiner who was waiting for them. Each one placed their hand on a large blue bulb. When the boys came into contact with it, a weak white light glowed on top of it. As for the girl, her was much more blinding. The tallest boy once more spoke, looking at Michael with a mocking look. "Truly, my sister is the most blessed here. You should give her some face and bow down to her, commoner." However, Michael only stood there. Having a hard time believing that such trash existed outside the books he had read. Seeing that the black haired boy refused to bow, he was planning on pushing him into the dirt, but the examiner interrupted. "Boy, I do not have all day. Let me test your affinity." Seeing this, the white haired boy wanted to say something, but was interrupted by his younger brother. "Talin, why don''t we just watch as that guy makes a fool of himself?" A weak smile blossomed on the handsome face. Now waiting there with his brother. The sister just stood behind, not caring one bit about such weak trash. Michael walked towards the examiner, placing his hand on the cold globe. After a second, it turned into a grey color. "Wind, huh? Looks like even trash have some ability." The white haired teen by named talin did not admitted he was wrong, only wanting to walk away. However... Several voices began to get louder. Including that of the examiner. He turned around together with his siblings, wanting to find out what this commotion was about. The sight that greeted him almost turned his brain into soup. "MY GOD! HE HAS FOUR ESSENCE AFFINITIES!" The examiner was the first to act. Throwing open a book he had on desk. "L..Let''s see.." He turned page after page, finally stopping on one. "Young man, you possess a strong affinity to Wind, Gold, ice and Darkness. Gold is one of the rarest elements too! This combination is something else... Please, wait here as I contact the vice principal.." The blue robed examiner stood up, wanting to bring someone with more authority. "No need, grel. I have seen all of it." Above them was a middle aged man. He was floating in the air while looking down on all the student. He was completely bald. Not even having eyebrows. The eyes were purple, seeming to hold a mysterious power behind them. He lowered himself in front of Michael. "Kid, state your name." Michael looked at him, feeling the strong gaze penetrate his soul. "Marss." "Very good, Marss. I see you are at the Master layer. Your talent is rarely seen, so I wished to ask if you would you be interested in becoming my student?" The surrounding people were astonished. Was this the vice principal? Personally asking if he wanted to be tutored under him? For most, this was a shocker. But for the boy named Talin, he felt his ears bleed. Had he offended some future big figure just now? "That would be pretty nice, However..." The vice principal sharpened his eyes. Looking deeper at the golden eyed boy. "However what?" "I wouldn''t be able to study while seeing the face of that white haired boy." Michael pointed his finger at the dumbfounded Talin who was sweating like a mad horse. ... "Very good. Grel, throw that trash out of here." The bald man instantly looked towards the examiner named grel, piercing him with the purple gaze. "B..But sir, he is from the ''Snow serpent'' clan. Shouldn''t we atleast..." "No, just throw him out." After giving his order, the wizard just sendt a gust of wind at the boy, making him fly back behind the large gate. The brother and sister wished to argue with him, but seeing the purple eyes made then stop in their tracks. "Marss, after you are done with tomorrow''s class, come to my office." He then flew off, deeper into the academy. As for the two remaining clan members, they only starred daggers at Marss before going their own way. Vert satisfied with how things went, he continued over to the next task. He arrived near some sandbags. Several of the students who wmhad passed the first test were looking into their skill and energy efficiency. It was basically just punching some bag whike using a energy or some ability. Marss walked up to one such bag. An examiner was standing there with a small orb. Seeming to measure how strong he would be physically. "You may begin now!" Michael turned towards the brown bag. Jenkins had helped him mask most of his skills on the way inside, waiting for him near the last registration area. ''I should hide my strength as not to attract unwanted attention....'' He now smirked at the sack, making the examiner feel a little weird. ''That is what an idiot would say, I mean. Haha'' . [Ability activated] . [Mad dance of power:Increases physical power with 1000% for one strike!] . [Title activated!] . [Experienced fighter: All physical damage increased by 20%] . Michael grinned like a crazy person while flinging his punch at the bag. As the two object connected.... *BOOOOOOMMM The examiner was thrown back, and several students looked in his way. It was as if a set of explosive barrels had gone of, creating a large ten meter wide crater. The examiner stood up, looking at his power measurer which had shone an [Error] message. He was thoroughly beat. Only looking at the boy like he was a sort of demonic titan. "Y...you can just go to the registration center..P..Please." Michael inly nodded at the traumatised examiner. Walking towards the direction he pointed to. As he walked away, several of the students took note of hid appearance. Makin sure as to not anger him in the future. ... As Michael arrived at the place where he needed to register his familiars, he was greeted by Jenkins and his massive amount of luggage once more. "Excellent timing! Here, I have already registered that goblin and the duck, so just take them to your dorm room." He handed Michael a small card with a number on it alongside a bell shaped badge. The card was probably connected to his room, while the bell was asign that you were a student here. Every academy had different badges, our they would rather be considered as student id''s, perfectly able to identify that you had passed the entrance exam and was fit to study. "Anyways, if you need me, just call!" He smiled while picking up his luggage along with some speed. Running back towards the carriage he had paid for. ''That guy....what a nut case." Michael looked down at the little goblin and the duck egg, picking them up and heading to his room. While walking, he kept looking at the small bell, sending a strand of his beast senses into it out of curiosity. However, as he reached it, something looking like a runic pattern was found inside. ''Oh? Interesting.'' ... The castle was very large and old, all the walls would remind him of Jenkin''s dungeon. I mean, they were very similar interior wise! After arriving in the more fancy part of the academy, he found the place. Michael looked at a small door in a lenghty hallway, swiftly entered along with the familiars. The room was not that bad. Looking like a place you would usually find at a fancy inn. There was a bed against the wall, and a table with some writing utensils. As for the rest, there was a locker and a small stand. It is where he threw of his robe and proceeded further inwards. "Damn, this feels really weird." He placed the duck egg incubator on the table. Letting the goblin crawl on top of the bed. ''Classes don''t start before tomorrow.. Looks like I get to waste my time by looking at those evolutions I currently have." He threw himself next to the small green creature. Laying there as it started to doze off. "System, Show me all my current evolutions." [Evolutions Displayed] As the screen appeared once more, his eye''s widened to an astounding degree, not sure anymore what was going on. "I....OHH F****!! WHEN DID I GET THIS?!" 27 Essence Michael was currently on his way to class. Unable to focus as he remembered the sight choices given yesterday. He had gotten his student identification card, and a sort of badge which worked similar to a school uniform. Showing that he was studying at this academy, or better known as the ''Bell Academy'' ..... [Evolution choices displayed] 3/3 [Hel''Morder: Unlike their weaker cousin, the Hel''Morder still possess a human appearance, only with minor demonifications like horns and sharper nails. It is said they have the ability to twist and bend their body in any direction. Their ''Hel''B?rger'' form is also improved.] [Starlit mer: A majestic humanoid being with a blue hide covering them. Also it has the head and horns of a male stag. It''s eyes shine like two yellow starts, able to emit a blinding light which will temporarily paralyze those who see it. Amongst the most well known abilities, is a holy breath attack capable of corroding everything it touches. Not only this, its said that it''s hooves can effortlessly jump through the air.] [wraith:Slightly less bulky than a human, the wraith has a black body and white haunted eyes. The rest is easy to follow, as it resembles a human without any face. It can turn transparent, negating all attacks not having enough energy imbued in them. Besides this, it can also turn invisible. Their claws are also quite deadly, as they can suddenly materialize when transparent. They have an innate connection to shadow magic.] ... "A stag? So I can turn into a deer or maybe an elk too. Tsk, should talk about this with Jenkins." As he arrived in class, no one seemed to take any notice, so he just threw himself down in the far corner. Luckily, there was no need to wait. Class began at once. Their old male teacher began to explain different things about magic while all listened intently. Not letting this information go to waste. when he talked, he would show different tools used when practicing. "When we talk about magic essence and energy, they are two different things, yet still support each other. When one is able to increase their ''Magic Essence'', it will be easier to convert energy into the spesific element they practice. For each 10% reached, the body will begin to atune itself towards that which you study." ''God, this is valuable. But I really want to start the heist..'' He only looked at the grandpa which was tutoring them. Paying attention to all the eager students refusing to even blink. "For example, one who has increased their magic affinity to 50% in fire will have a higher ability to command the energy in their body and turn it into heat." "One that has high essence in water will have an easier time conjuring it up. Very similar to fire." The teacher kept going, but was interrupted by one student. Blond girl with green eyes. She looked a little shy, and the professor noticed this. Making sure that he try exposing her more to the attention so that she may get more confident. "So, if one can use water magic, do they have to worry about drinking water from regular sources?" "I am very glad you asked! Miss...?" "Firnel of the ''Earth boar'' clan." Hearing her name, Michael gave her a quick glance. Taking note of this girl he may meet again. "Very good, miss Firnel." "No, the elements we summon with our energy could be compared to a sort of construct. They have the same effect as the real, but don''t function in the same way." "B..But what about earth? I have seen elders in my clan use elements to strenghten their bodies and such.." The tutor smiled at the girl. Happy that he was being asked. "Well, earth magicians, or mages if you would, also have the ability to conjure up stone and dirt. Only, they have a easier time using the one around them. Especially if it has a higher ''magic radiation level''." "What is magic radiation then, professor?" "You see, mutated beast are different from our usual magical beasts. Magical beast have their own group. However, mutated beasts used to be normal animals. They changed because of exposure to large amounts of the essence naturally found in the surroundings. It can make weaker creatures experience a growth in size and strenght. Sadly, this will affect their intelligence too." As the professor was done, the girl called Firnel gave Michael a quick glance. The turning back to their tracher, asking another question. "What if someone has a rare element like gold or Ice-Fire? Can you tell us more about that?" The teacher was getting a little psyched up by all the questions, so he happily continued. "That is when one has fused two affinities togheter, making them able to sense a rarer element. Such a thing is hard to achieve normally, and the ones who possess it should try everything to expand their essence in it. After all, these kinds of elements are much stronger when combined togheter." Michael saw that the girl looked at him again and gave her a light smile. She now saved him the trouble of asking. Seeing Michael''s smile made her blush, and she instantly went back to talking with the teacher. ''Dammit, what was that?'' He did not bother paying attention to her, as the teacher was finishing up his lecture. "Yes, students. Now I am going to teach you how to increase your elemental essence!" ''After this I''ll go to check with that vice principal..'' "To increase your essence is a matter of enlightenment." "You must meditate on what element you study, understanding its properties and power. This is usually easier in environments where the element you study has a high radiation level." "That''s all for today class. Tomorrow, we will talk about energy manipulation." Michael was the first who left the classroom, darting towards the vice principal''s office. Not even knocking on the door, he just showed himself in, once more locking gaze with that purple eyes man. The same usual principles office with a large desk, some books, and bookshelves. Looks like this guy liked to read. "You are here Marss! Wonderful." He just wanted to get to the point, not wasting more time than necessary as he had work to do. "I''m going to make this quick. To become my student, I need to know that you can handle yourself, as I do not tutor those who are weak. I currently have seven other students under me, and I will be sending you all on a hunting mission." "oh?" Michael lifted his eyebrows, not expecting this kind of answer. Even his black hair shook a little. A hunting mission? Well, it was better than sitting here all day, so he might as well. "What are we hunting then?" The principal only smiled back, happy that this boy was so enthusiastic. "It''s a magical beast. The farmers in the area have started to go missing, and we are suspecting that it may be a type of undead. You will follow my oldest apprentices, meet them at this location later today. Caleen will give you more details. The principal sent him a small note throigh the air. Sending him off. "Damn, that was quick." He looked back at the wooden door. There was a sort of sign there which said ''Vice principal''. Only giving it a short amount of time, he then left. Hoping that he would find something interesting while doing this mission. Unknown to Michael, after he left the office, the vice principal could be heard talking with someone else. "This boy, there is something wrong with him. Why is his energy so....flexible?" This was of course, the vice principal who was talking. The shadow behind him only grunted, then following up with what he was here for. "Who cares about that. I came here to talk about something else." The voice of this person resonated thorughour the room, not leaking out nor through the walls or the door. The vice principal looked at it. His purple eyes dimmed, like two controlled bulbs of light. "Are you saying ''THAT'' person is here?" A hint of fear was accompanying the sentence. Not knowing what fate they would suffer if such an individual chose to act against them. "Yes, but do not worry. I will act if needed." The shadow only stated this line, then disappearing again. Only the vice principal was left, now sweating profusely while holding his head between his wrinkled hands. The purple eyes had lost more of their already dim luster, leaving him alone. "This guy... His voice is so murky, yet there is a hidden excitement residing inside it. Almost as if he has been waiting to deal with it." ..... Michael quickly left the academy through the stone gate. Following the grassy pathway that led to the town nearby. He left his familairs in his dorm room, as it could not be opened without his energy. Quickly, he arriving inside the peremptory of the town, entering it. "I bet Jenkins is somewhere here too. Doing god knows what..." He began to walk towards the destination he was given. While passing the old wood buildings, he recieved many different looks from the villagers and merchants he passed. The ground he walked on was some sort of very smooth rock. Almost like concrete, yet it would be counted as a stone road. This place was most likely well of, as the academy was near it and all. The people who glanced at him sometimes had some sinister expressions, seeing a kid walk around here alone. But when noticing his badge, they all backed off. ''I was kind of hopeing to try out my transformation ability. Looks like I have to wait until reaching the apprentices.'' He kept passing the buildings until reaching a sort of bar. It had some sort of cowboy theme to it, with the swing doors having a opening on the top and bottom. Not hesitating anymore, he walked trough the door. Planting his feet on the wooden floor which led inside. The bar was mostly made out of wood, very much like the exterior. It looked like this place was paid quite well. However, when entering, he was met by the most strange thing yet to happen. There was not many customers here. For they would most likely have been scared away by the two people currently brawling it out. Being encircled by some black tables. The one fighting to the left was a nicely dressed man. Looking something like twenty or so years old. Head was full of green hair, and his looks were quite good. Behind him were most likely his friends. Three girls and one guy. The guy had white hair and blue eyes. Clothes were pretty similar to the ones that ''Talin'' guy had. Did he perhaps come frome the same clan? The first girl was a sort of half elf with long brown hair and short, sharp ears. Her eyes were more blue, and her clothes were no different than some heavy leather armour. The second girl was definetly a human. She was currently screaming at how shameless the contestant the guy friend fought was. Both her robe and long blond hair waved back and forth. combining this with her good looks and the blue eyes, she would almost look like a crazy princess. The last girl wore some round glasses. Not bothering with the fighting in the least as she looked into a thick book. She donned a brown bowl cut, looking like a big cap which was covering the entire head. Even the neck was hidden. Her looks were most average, but was better of than himself. Other than the robe she wore and the rack which was clearly visible underneath, there wasn''t anything else which would catch your attention. Having looked at every single one, He saw that they all had a ''Bell'' shaped badges. Most likely his new fellow apprentices. Sadly... The one who was fighting against his new senior brother was a familiar, brown robed nutcase...And It didn''t take long before he was recognizes. "HAHA! You should be honored that this great lord personally imprinted his fist on your jaw! It''s the most honorable gift one of your status could have ever recie....Oh, hey Marss! How was school?" Everyone there stopped doing what they did. All looking at him. The first one to speak was the blond haired girl who was just screaming. "Marss? You are the one we have been waiting for? Not only did you take so much time, you even know this damn elf? She was visibly angered, her expression quickly contorted itself, seeming to charge up for something. But before this could happen, the half-elf stopped her. "Stop it, Linza. We are not here to bicker amongst our own. The task he has at hand is already considered difficult, so lets just go." The elf woman was clearly the leader. And as she spoke, everyone rouse up and exited the place, leaving only her, Michael and Jenkins. "Good, I am the one responsible for the mission. It seems you have something to talk about with your friend here, so I will wait outside with the others." She then marched out leaving, leaving the two brothers there. .... "How did you end up in a fight with that guy again?" "He said I had a ''nice ass''." "But was there a need to hit him?" "should I have vaporized him then?" "Yes, for then I wouldn''t have had to deal with this." .... "So anyways, Michael. How were the evolutions you had?" He looked at this hopeless yet stunning guy. Wondering who he was. "Here, just take a look..." He showed Jenkins the screen trying see through his facial poker face, but failed. "Yeah, as I thought...." He began to knit his togheter brows and slwoly run the palm of his hand across the sharp jaw. "Your evolutions are too weak. Tsk. Tsk." Too weak? wasn''t he scared of the Hel- something transformation? "What do you mean ''too weak''? what should I do then?" Jenkins looked back at him through the transparent screen. "Your new body is much weaker now that you are only at the second evolution. Previously, you could just integrate all the beasts you killed with your body, but now... I figured you should just try and evolve." "If you don''t like what that ''genetic combo'' skill does we can try some of my tapping and fuse them togheter. Other than that, your evolutions are very unike, but not very strong." He wanted to try and say something back, but Jenkins only picked up his robe and waled towars the door. "Don''t think about it Michael. I bet they will get better in the future. You can try to evolve into anything you want, as I have made more shapeshifting pills. Feel free to use all of the ones in the ring on you." He then left, leaving his hair and robe fluttering in the air. ''Dammit, they are weak?'' His head began to hurt while hearing the echo of Jenkins''s voice saying it. ''Fine, I''ll just try evolving after seperating from these guys.'' He walked out of the cowboy themed bar. Seeing the other apprentices talk with each other. When they heard him exit, the green haired boy, Linza, and the white haired guy looked at him with some hostility. "Good, you are here. Let me introduce everyone. The green haired one who just got a round is Geled, The bookworm is Selin, The white haired one is named Telmod, and you have already met Linza. Just refer to me as Caleen." He gave everyone a weak nod, but they did not respond. "Come, we are going to the last place our prey was seen." Caleen took the lead, proceeding towards the direction leading out of town. As everyone followed behind, they each took a silver cloak out of their rings. As such, Michael also equipped his ''Vered panther'' robe on. Walking furthest behind alongside Selin who had her bowl cut. Every step resonated when hitting the stone ground. small rocks kept sticking through their shoes. As Michael kept walking, deep within his mind, something began to crack. A sort of desire which should never exist in a human being. ''If...If all that counts is evolving further.....Then it wouldn''t matter what happened to this world after all....'' His dark gold eyes shone for a second, before going back to normal. .... Back in earths universe, two large figures could be seen talkin with each other. Non were visible except one. "Any news about what happened with the one we sendt over?" The one who was overshadowed asked the question. Her voice made the space around them shake as each word travelled out. "No, the signal he had stopped answering some time ago. Mabye the system figured it out...." The answeing end sounded a little weak. Almost like that of a old man on the verge of death. "I knew he would fail... Tsk. Send another one over then, I don''t have time for this.." The womanly voice barked back. Once more shaking the empty space surrounding them. "You worry too much.. We will succeed one day. And when that happens..." The facial features became more visible, seeming like the excitement held deep down had boiled over. "We will not be sealed here any longer..." The appearance of the aged voice could finally be perceived. If Michael had seen this face, he would have recognized it clearly. For it belonged to the one who sendt him into Farleng. It was The Old Head 28 HelsB?rger Sorry, content is lost, You ¡¯re reading Novel on Novelhall.COM, we will fix it as soon as possible, thank you 29 The strongest survive Michael had wandered through the withering forrest of grass until finally arriving next to some sort of underground complex. On his three day travel, Michael had butchered a total of five wendigos, raising his level to 15/17. The reason he had entered this place was because the end of the cave wall seemed to be some sort of hidden door. However, instead of figuring out the secret behind how to open it, he just walked through. The inside of the tunnel he traversed was rather well polished, the floor was very smooth, almost better than the one in the academy. The walls were perfectly hollowed out, accompanied by some sort of old light bulbs. Who could make such things in this world? Who set this place up? Did the maneating beasts originate from this place? While walking deeper without even making a sound, some sort of old stone door appeared as he neared the end. It took the shape of a vault, almost as if to lock whatever was imprisoned inside to stay there. Never see the light of day. ''This place... What happened here matters not. I have a feeling that completing this transformation is achievable if I bust down that door.'' Still in his [Hel''B?lger] form, Michael went up towards the vault. Graesing his scaly hand on the material. Although it was rather smooth, It felt incredibly solid. ''This is no mere metal. Perhaps Jenkins would know? I will bring a piece with me back when I leave.'' Michael steadied his stance. Not in an advanced way, only standing before it like he would stand any one bellow him. ''How many seconds will it take me to pry it open?'' He grinned once more, extending one of his hands forwards, planning to push it down. As the flat of his palm leaned against the old metal, he let out a sudden grunt. "HAAAH!" The energy in his body shook, enhancing his strenght. This was something he had learned to do after trying to find another way to use it other than on his skills. The door bendt under his frightening physical power, slamming into the ground. Michael watched the once unbreakable iron plate, laying before him like a carpet, only there as to not disrespect his presence. This, however, did not make him feel different. The grin disappeared, and he continued inwards. The longer he walked, the more he felt a werid sensation in his stomach. The previous stone walls had turned into some sort of black metal, containing mysterious red carvings of different people worshipping some sort of man. There were several sequences were there laid people on an alter before this ''God''. Being impaled with crazed smiles on their faces. ''What the hell is this?'' Finally arriving at the end of this place, there was another door. Much smaller than the one he smashed down. ''Tsk. This better be good.'' Not taking notice of it, he just walked it down. And he finally found out What this place was. This, giant hollowed out room clearly used to be only filled with stone, as the giant roof was still made up of ragged thorns and spikes. Underneath, however, was a set of several iron cages containing either decomposed human men and women, or wendigos chewing on some sort of bones. This place was most likely some sort of experimental facility by a hidden maniac. When the caged wendigos saw him, they all began to frantically lunge and scream to him. Not caring about the looks he had, only that he open the doors so that they can feed. This was not why he was here, and he just passed them. Closing in on a sort of old wooden table with several papers on it. ''This....'' He picked up one of the rough documents, most likely originating from further back In time. The language of this world had already been engraved in his mind, so there was no trouble reading any of them. "Snowtime, year 127. I have begun my experiments ever since the seal broke. To break the shackles my genes have set on this body are far harder than I thought. However, my research seems to have proven to be very valuable." ''Snow time? Well, that old man never gave me any more knowledge than the names of the most common religions and where things lay on the map. Should ask Jenkins when I return.'' "Sun time, year 135. I have successfully infused my DNA with that of a wendigo. There is a documented increase in both power and speed, much more profound than that in my human subjects. Maybe this will help me break the chains of the ''common world'' later on." ''Break the chains of the common world? Is this guy crazy? Even I was only told this place was where I was going to complete my mission.'' "Reborn time, year 140. There has been another ground breaking success in my research! The wendigo seems to have gained intelligence, however, she is still weaker than me. I will continue to experiment on this one, in hope of it yielding some results." "Fallen time, year 147. It looks like she has perished due to the continues experimentation... And my reaserch has not even been completed! Dammit all, and I was this close too..." "Sun time, year 150. I HAVE DONE IT!! This..This will help me finally leave this wretched lower realm! These dum mortals can''t even tell the difference between true magic and martial arts energy... I feel the brain cell''s I had before my banishment have long left." ''Lower....Realm? True magic? what the..'' "Snow time, year 151. The evolution potion I made seems to have been harmful for my body. Combining this and the over experimentation done on myself, I have now found the need to ''time travel''. Whoever finds my reaserch, you may come wake me up. That is, if you want the rest of it! hahaha!" Michael hardened his expression. Finding out what this place really was. ''Evolution potion? The guy freezed in this place should be weakened after several decades of hibernation. However, just to be sure..." He looked back at the 20 wendigoes remaining inside the cages. flecking his sharp teeth towards them. "How much further will I go.... How much farther will I reach?" .... "Dammit! where is Michael? We are going to start the heist in one week!" While he was uncovering the remains of some ancient expert, Jenkins was currently inside some sort of old fashion casino. He was dressed in some old noble tuxedo, having a pair of round glasses over his blue eyes. The usual long, blond hair was tied in a hanging ponytail. He sat before a featureless timber table. Surrounded by four different well built men, they all had a stack of gold coins on each side. As their dealer flung new stone cards onto the table, all of the men present could be seen conveying a sort of sour and unfair energy towards Jenkins who was, at the moment, pulling several stacks of money towards himself. Merely, one of the men seem to have regained some of his previous confidence. The man had a bald head and some gruffy eyebrows. His prodigious body also seem to complement his looks. Making the man look like a fat thumb. "Hey now, ''Yellow reaper''. You would atleast give this old timer a chance to win his money back?" His voice was very coarse, like an old textile glove. Jenkins looked at the man through his glasses. Not knowing where this confidence came from, as he was known to never have lost once. The glamoures properties his face possesed shone even though he wore a set of very masculine clothes. And it could not lie, as there was some greed emerging around the forming dimples. "Double?" The melodious dark toned voice went towards the chunky lump. Suggestinghow much more money he should give. The guy began to chuckle back, not hesitating in the slightest as he placed a sack of money on the table. "Triple!" Jenkins eyed this treasure trove with both his nose and his eyes. Fully digesting the prize before him. "Fine! Lets go!" He pused the small towers of gold onto the table, letting their dealer hand out the card. As each one was looking at the new cards being thrown onto the table, Jenkins could be seen having some blood drain from his face. The baldy, however, laughed merrily. Clapping his hands onto the bear belly protecting his gut. "It seems you have lost this time! Yellow reaper." Jenkins did not break his trade mark poker face this time, only looking back at the one who stole his money. "Hey there, Papa thumb! How about you give me another chance?" They did not blink while starring at eachother. The other ones sitting on the table noticed this, and started to back off. The old thumb just smiled back planning to drag Jenkins''s part towards his mighty body. However, Jenkins did not allow this to happen. Climbing on top of the table while looking down at the old man. "Thats my money!" While barking at the guy, their dealer and several attendants came to try and reason with him. "Please, esteemed customer. There is no need to resort to such measures.." "Shut up boy! Hey, you human sized finger! Play against me again!" Looking at this weirdly attractive guy gave him some weird feeling telling him to run, but the old man just smiled back at him, grabbing a fist full of coins from the pile. "Listen here, we bet fair and square. Right? So lets just finish this another time.." It was too bad that, before he could finish, Jenkins sent a kick towards his folded temple. Making the old man roll like an egg backwards. "You damn thumb! If you want this great lord''s money, then you better be ready to bring this beating along with it!" He jumped of the table, pushing aside all the attendees who tried to stop him. When arriving before the old man who held his hand onto where the elf had hit him, Jenkins proceeded to kick him some more. Screaming at the bleeding lump of meat. "How does the shoe of this lord taste?! There is nothing that is prized higher than my sole in this world! Did you know that?!!?!" His ponytail danced back and forth while he stomped on the innocent man''s head. All the other customers were only starring at the scene before them, not wanting to be his next victim. As he kept trampling over the thumb, several bouncers arrived at the scene, wanting to end this. "Sir, please step away from the.." One of the bouncers were going to stop him. However, Jenkins stopped beating the poor man up, looking at the scene he had caused. He stratched his hand over both eyes. Seeming to dwell on what he had done. "Looks like I got caught up in the moment. Tsk Tsk. Well, whatever..." The bouncers looked at each other, preparing to escort him out. "Wonderful! Then would you please.." Jenkins interrupted him once more, taking off his glasses and placing them inside one of the pockets on the tuxedo. "All we need is a fresh start, gentlemen!" The bouncer who was interrupted was planning on answering him, until he started to chant.. "Dark Magic: Warhead of Death!" Before anyone could move, a blinding black flash burnt every single living organisms withing one kilometre. After clearing up, Jenkins could be seen standing in the middle of some ruble, belonging to the previous casino. He once more pulled out his glasses, flicking them onto his face like some classy magician. After making sure they sat properly, he looked at a small piece of rusted gold laying next to his ever so elegant leather shoes. handsomly bending over and picking it up. "And THAT''S how you win at gambling!" He trotted away from the sight, ignoring the flattened area and skeletal remains. ... Michael had killed another wendigo, leaving 19 there for him. [Level 17/17] Max! [Does host wish to evolve?] "Yes, show me the evolutions!" Patiently waiting for the screen to appear, he was then rewarded for his patience. [Hel''Slakter: The final evolution of the [Hel''dreper]. It possess two white horns on the sides of its head, shooting up towards the heavens that has cursed them. This race is a failed experiment between the lesser ''Godess of wolfs Chayah'' and the lesser ''God of Power Hel''Nor''. It was said that, without the ''first gods'' this race would never be more than servants. Their hel''B?rger transformation reaches it''s final stage here, granting a new ability. No one knows what they would have looked like if completed.] [Merstar: A humanoid type of bird which live one the planes belonging to lesser ''Star gods'' They are able to call upon the power of the univierse, bringing judgement on those before them. They are not very strong, but have good affinity with ??? The Merstar are the champions of the star gods, always following whatever order they give, no matter how evil.] [Skeleton Knight: A evolved skeleton which has gained a tougher frame and stronger bones. Legend has it that this race have a weird and unpredictable evolution tree. Very much like a goblin. They have incredible adaptive abilites, know to survive in any place, even in dungeons below freezing point.] Michaels yellow eyes ignored the two last choices, only focusing on the final evolution and its description ''Without the first gods...'' "Evolve me into the [Hel''Slakter]!" 30 The Banished [Evolving into Hel''Slakter!] His transformed form reverted back into the first one, normal human appearence, now having sharper nails and two lumps on his forehead. However, as the transformation once again began, the horn lumps retracted along with the nails. Turning back into something which would be counted as building blocks. The first thing to note down was the black lines which formed around on his built body. They stretched out into every corner, carving out every mucle shape there was. He looked like some sort of butterfly, or rather, a warrior painted by some tribal tattoo. The next was the curved dark horns which shot out of the sides on the sides of his head. Weren''t they supposed to be white? Anyways, they fit better with the black hair, so he did not complain. The next were the eyes. They seemed to...get a little larger? The iris was still golden, with a clear vertical line in the middle. Not much change there. His face did not transform much, but the canines in his mouth grew a little sharper. The mucles grew a bigger too, along with the bones and spine. His height reached the 1.90 mark before he stopped growing. The nails were seemingly longer too. Now having a gold line on the tip, marking where their black ends reached. He looked more mature in this form, not very handsome, but the increase in height and tissue growth certainly made him better off. As his black clothes once more emerged, Micharl looked at the black linings which were circling around his enlargened biceps and chest. Even his now robust abdominal mucles were marked. They would almost turn his new appearance from handsome to somewhat demonic. "I feel much stronger while like this. Let me try the [Hel''B?lger]" With but a thought, he transformed once more. The black linings turned silver as his skin once more were molded into scales. Two new curved horns made their homes on his temples. Turning into the same color as the lines. The two eyes turned back into golden bulbs, but there was a new set making their home over the originals. Giving of a arachnid like feel. The six fingers on each hand trembled a little as silver linings rounded out the available knuckles. His scales were now much thicker than before, making him look even more powerful overal. "This...This is atleast a hundred times better than previously.." He tried to bend his hands backwards, but noticed that they worked the same as a squids tentacle. Bending in any direction he saw fit. "That must be the addition the second evolution gave me. I could probably catch any opponent off guard with this flexibility." He looked back at the caged wendigos with his four eyes. However, now they seemed to not move a mucle. Affraid of alerting him of their presence. This futile atemt of escaping only made him chuckle with the new dark ''dual voice'' varming up the cave. He walked up to the unmoving beasts. Just impailing every one in the head with his sharpened claws. Their brain seemed to slowly melt as he pulled it back. Mabye that corrosive chemical his body emitted was a passive ability now? "System, show me my current level and skills if I have gained any." [Calculating...] [barely enough experience to reach max level] [Level:20/20] Max! [Hel''denger: Makes your fists and claws emit a corrosive substance which rapidly makes flesh break down] [Hel''Beiner: Can harden bones in your body, increasing impact damage by 200%] [Hel''Regner: You can spit out a pressurized bullets of liquid. It will containt the same effect as the ''Corrosive substance''] [Hel''trasher(new): Turn damage into physical power, increasing your strenght for every time you take a blow. This is always active] "Very good. Let us see where that guy is hiding." He continued to walk deeper after putting the documents inside i enlarged storage ring. Not bothering himself anymore with the wendigos. The further in he went, the more cramped the tunnels became. Mabye large enough to fit a truck inside now. The walls got more and more well made. Turning into a sort of worn down concrete. Continuing his quest to find the owner, he met another damn door. It had very fine carvings on, must have been expensive in old times. However, this did not matter. Michael walked it down in his hel''b?rger form, finally finding the guy who built this place. The room was similar in size to the one where Jenkins had set up that weird tree. Only now, there was a small block of ice surrounded by some metal equipment. There laid a handsome young man with long black hair inside. A rather thin guy overal, but he was certainly built. The long black hair was tied togheter, flowing down to his hips. And of course, he was naked.... Marss looked at a grey lever laying next to a bunch of tubes, trying his luck with that first. Just flicking it to the side, the tubes began to shake. ''Was this the right one?'' He looked back at the cube of ice which began to melt. ''Nice one Michael...'' All that was left was to watch as the ice disappeared, letting the handsome man fall to the ground along with the black rope growing out of his head. ''Should I catch him before he...'' *DUNK ''never mind...'' As he was twated out, the man laid on the cold grey floor alongside his setup. Michael only looked around while waiting for him to wake up. Examining some of his gear and papers which were spread around. "Sun time, 159. I have built this setup with the help of some supplies I stole from that weird elf I fought. I promose, if I meet him again, I will kill him. What a damn lunatic. Anyways, I will now be able to freeze myself with the help of the magical energy contained in the dungeon core. The lever closest to the rainbow colored tubes will make it start melting." All four of Michaels eyes widened up, starring at the first lines on the document. ''What?! How old is Jenkins? I should ask him what year it is today before trying to pry his mind open." As he kept throwing more documents into his ring, he heard some weak grunting from behind. Instantly, Michael reverted the transformation, now looking like the tribal horned warrior with black clothes. Michael turned towards the naked guy, going to help him up. "You there?" the black haired man stood up on his own. Straightening up his back and stretching his thin white arms out. "I...Have finally returned." His voice was deep, but still held a light tone to it, making it more elegant. He opened his eyes, turning them towards Michael. Everything other than the long hair made him look like a really handsome bachelor. But the blood red eyes holding on at the sight of Michaels head also enhanced the sort of mysterious feel he gave off. Almost as iflooking at some dish. "You freed me. No?" Michael could only stutter as this guy did not even care he was naked. "A..ah yes! I read your papers.." The man smiled back, nodding his head. "Yes, then you wish for the potion I made? Good. Just follow me then." He began to walk towards the door Michael had punched down. Not caring that it laid on the stone floor in the least. "Yes, also." He snapped his fingers, making a dark red cloak cover his body. "Are you coming?" He turned towards the dumbfounded Michael. Snapping him out of his trance. "Y..Yes!" Michael just started to walk alongside him, not wasteing any more time. He followed the black haired guy throughout the cave complex. Exept the one entrance where the wendigos were laid, the rest seemed pretty nice. How long had he been here? "You can just call me Halrel. As for who I am, that matters not. But you..." He looked at the tattooed Michael walking beside him. Swirching his gaze from the eyes to the horns. "A Hel''slakter? Thought they were infertile. Well, things happen all the time..So, may I ask for your name?" Michael was just as dumbstruck as when he found out this guy knew Jenkins, but he answered anyways. "Michael. Just call me Michael." He gave a light smile back as they continued to walk. "Nice to meet you Michael. I do not know much about your race, but feel free to ask me anything while we walk. I used to like spacy rooms, so they are a little longer than you would prefer." Michael proceeded to question him about several topics regarding his race and what he did down here. "Ah, Yes. Well, I am what you may call a Vampire. You could say I was in a sort of....argument with my parents, and was sendt here to repent." "As for the experiments I did, they involved evolving bloodlines of different creatures." He continued, immersing himself in what was going on here. "You see, Wendigos are able to climb from a normal human to a lower ''Energy'' realm practitioner Instantly." "What? Energy realm?" "Oh, so you are also from this world.... Well, it wouldn''t matter, really. The layers of power in this ''common'' world as refered to by the system only work to messure what kind of level your internal energy has reached. You know?" DIVINE ASCENDED PRIMORDIAL EXALTED EMPEROR KING GENERAL MASTER SOLDIER "So..What are the other layers then? If energy is the lowest of them?" "Sorry, my memory is a little weak. But if I remember correctly, the first realm was the ''ENERGY'' realm. It is here you master your internal energy, slowly shaping it into a purer form so that you may rise from the common world. Or this ''locked'' part." ''WHAT?!'' "The next is the ''SOUL'' realm. That is where you fuse all the powers in your body. Creating what is called a ''SINGLE'' being. Quite handy if you don''t want to die from a short lifespan." "The last one I remember is the ''TRIBUNAL'' Realm. It is there you make your path. Where you will either fall or rise, choosing what kind of existence you are." "The rest will surely come back." Michael starred wide eyed at this guy. What was this? There were other higher worlds he may have to traverse?! "C..can you tell me about yourself?" "Yes, why not. As you know, I am a vampire. A Blooded Vampire, too be exact. that is the second layer reached in the nine vampire realms. My energy is crippled due to the argument I had. Pretty cruel, right?" "Yeah. Sure is." "That''s it. But I am pretty good of with my body, as I shouldn''t lose to anyone bellow the level of the ''emperor'' energy layer." As the kept talking, the Vampire suddenly stopped in front of a white wood door. The color was very ragged, and it was obviously very aged from the texture. "Yes, we are here." He just opened the door with a small push, showing the laboratory he had mostly worked in. All the items inside were viewable thanks to the strong metal bulbs hammered on the stone wall. There were several glass tubes filled with different colored liquids all over the place. Some had long wires connecting to several small metal boxes. They covered the entire place, even the wide bench they sat on was filled to the edges. Halrel just walked past the tubes. Not minding them at all as he came closer to what seemed like a sort of rusted iron locker. He smacked it open with his pinky, showing three red vials of some red and blue liquid sealed within. A proud smile blossomed on his face as he looked at the vials. Reminding himself that the hard work he did these years paid off. "This, Michael. Is a mixture I made with the bloodline of several different creatures and wendigo blood." "You see, wendigos are able to grow instantly. That, and go brain dead. However, lets ignore that." He picked one up, letting the dusty light bulbs in the room illuminate the vial. "In this there never happens anything without a reason. Every ''Effect'' has an ''Action'' behind it. Even fate is a sort of sentient being which influences the universe. But that''s not important.." "What is, is that I managed to crack the code for how to instantly evolve a bloodline with the help of that disgusting creature. The founding blocks which build up every cell of our body can instantly ascend. I researched this in hopes of advancing in vampire rank." He then gently put the vial back, looking at the bare legged Michael who was scratching his left horn with one of the black/gold nails. "Would you mind following me again? There are some notes to gather before I perfect it." Michael only nodded at him, following him back to where the wendigos he killed were spread around in that cage. He starred at the corpses in the cages he had made, then at Michael with some weird expression. "Well, they aren''t needed anymore anyways." Michael felt his beastial senses fully charge up, telling him to run and never come back. With his will, the armour and silver linings shot out togheter with his two horns. Halrel smiled kindly at him, showing the sharp teeth grase his bottom lip as the extended out. "Sorry, but such a rare bloodline walking into my chambers has to be put to good use. Especially a Hel''Slakter. I mean, your blood would most definitely improve my physique to the current limit." His eyes glowed more red as he spoke, and a flying red straight sword manifested itself in front of his body. "I senses that you are not even a full ''king'' yet either, so I can only view you as a token by fate. Given to me for this atrocious endavor that has finally come to an end." His eyes glowed brighter, like two suns warming up. Halrel grabbed the sword floating before him, stancing himself like he was challenging Michael to a stand off. "Now...Michael.." He aimed the sword in his direction. The smile on his face began to lengten and expand, showing the pale gums holding onto the white sharp teeth. "COME AT ME!" 31 No way back The first thing he did was shoot out a bolt of corrosive spit to test his enemy. However, it was easily dodged. As the bullet marked the wall behind Helral, Michael charged at the vampire with all the power he could muster up. . [Mad dance of power LvL 2 (Charge): Increases physical power by 200% per second until having reached 2000%.] . [Hel''denger: Makes your fists and claws emit a corrosive substance which rapidly makes flesh break down] . [Hel''Beiner: Can harden bones in your body, increasing impact damage by 200%] . Halrel smiled when he saw Michael fly at him. Happy to see that this man was of noble nature! "Good! Then let''s make this a duel between gentlemen!" This time, the vampire did not dodge. Instead, he blocked with the flat part of his blade. Preparing to receive Michaels attack. As he effortlessly glided through the air, the scaled fist was about to knock into the sword. That is, until another spit bullet was fired. Making Halrel have to switch up his stance. Having to suddenly position his body was too sudden for him to adapt. This single movement allowed Michael to get in a solid hit on the hand which held onto the blade. Shock filled the vampires red eyes as he saw his fingers crack and break. Making the red blood sword dissipate. His regular body had the strength of a vampire and a wendigo, but this was no challenge for Michael, who could tear through it. It must also be noted that this was not at Halrel''s strongest form. Not until, of course, he choose to activate the power within his bloodline. ''This is no mere Hel''Slakter. They were never this strong.... Matters not though. For you still lack my speed.'' He took note of this, despite the large thorny fist swinging in his direction. He was sure he could take one before backing off. Michael did not stop at his his assault, and slammed the other hand into the handsome jaw. Every piece of bone could be clearly seen sinking back. Looking like every fragment created would bend and twisted backwards, like a turtle pulling its head back into the shell. The fist kept going, rupturing the jade like skin like it was som normal paper bein driver through a ser of saws. As more of the mass making up his face sank inwars togheter with the black hand, it eventually broke of, sending half of his mashed skull as a new layer of paint for the grey stone wall behind. Michael wanted to continue his pummeling, but something told him that, even with every singe piece of knowledge or martial art he used in this moment, it was utterly futile. He jumped backwards, activating the ability which would yield the best results. [Repeat blink: User does not consume energy or stamina when dodging attacks for 12hours.] Michael was indeed right. As he glared at the remaining half of the vampires face, something which seemed like a grin started to form as the mucle fibers repaired themselvs togheter with the skull. "If you did read my notes, then you must know that after fusing with the first product I made, every stat that messures my body has drastically been strenghtened. Such an attack would definitely kill a normal vampi..." Before he could finish, parts of the parts of the regenerated flesh began to fall of once more. This time, however, it fell on the ground like some boiled soup. "wHaT dID YoU dO?!" He tried to scream through the skin which was melting off on his mouth. Michael did not answer, letting him know that he had a flesh destroying chemical released whenever he hit someone would be bad. And as expected, Halrel did not know much about this race''s abilities. Despite seeing this pitiful sight, Michael did not dare fly at him again. Rather sending a spit bullet at his face while blinded. However, as the bullet was about to hit, the vampires body teleported, or rather, dashed to the side. Leaving a red streaking afterimage of his body behind. After the dash stopped, he tore of his melting face, as the cause for this must definitely lay there. Ripping it off and throwing it to the polished stone floor, he was only left with the frontal part of the skull. Slowly being built up again by the constant regeneration. "That was two hits, Michael." His face slowly regained its handsome features as the mouth was the first that plastered itself over the bony jaw, climbing up to the nose and the eyes. When he was done, the smile once more reappeared, accompanied by the same temtping voice. "You already used your turn." His body once more positioned itself towards him like this was some sort of dance off. The legs were a little crossed and he stretched the thin hand towards him openly, as if offering a free swing. But the only thing which came out there was the same blood red sword. The vampire licked his lips, the smile even magnified a little as he did, trying to increase the seductive appearance he put on. "Now, it is my turn." The vampire flew at him through the familiar red streaks he had just used. The long blade could be seen hacking away space as it came down towards his head. However, Michael did not budge from his spot. Having a feeling this could not be evaded by any means he currently had. "Farewell, Michael." As the sword was about to split his brain. . [Ability activated] . [Tremor bomber LvL 1: Cause the air to vibrate at an incredible destructive speed through a powerful roar. This will only work when attacker is close enough.] . "F**** YOU!!!!!!" Michael''s voice was clearly faster than the speed Halrel''s sword came at. However, the skill was not a strong enough to do proper damage. It only popped his air drums, and made his nervousystem temporarily overload due to the power shockwave traveling inside his body. Even though Halrel was strong, this was not something one could take unarmed. He was momentarily stunned, not even having time to cancel out his ''Red dash'' and changing direction. That was the flaw of this ability, you could only travel in one direction at the time. His body was going to fall to the ground, but Michael did not let such a chance leave him. Hammering every single fist into the vampires paralyzed body. Imbuing the corrosive chemical into every strike, making sure this guy stayed down long enough for him to come up with something. As more and more of his fist landed on the melting vampire. Halrel''s body eventually fell down due to being covered and pumped full by that chemical. Every piece of his body that regenerated slowly fell appart again. And since his clothes were also made out of organic material, they also broke down. His entire body looked like a boiling pan of cheese. ''WHAT IS THIS?! WHEN DID A FAILURE RACE GET SUCH POWER?? I SHOULD HAVE ACTIVATED MY BLOOD ARMOUR!!'' But there was no time to repent. Michael did not stop clawing and ripping his body appart with the black sharp claws. Halrel sometimes tried to activate some sort of armour, but Michaels strenght eventually reached his peak when the [Mad dance of power] made it stop at the 2000% level. Eventually, after slashin at this guy for who knows how long, a sort of opening on his chest was formed. There was a glowing red heart inside wich pumped furiously. Several dark veins spread out on it like a spider web. "W..Wait Michael! we can talk about this!" The heart began talk? This must be the core of all vampires. He only looked down at the talking throphy in his hand. Shaking his head. "Did you think I would follow such dum rules when fighting to survive?" Michael looked at glowing red ball, hearing it''s last prayers. He knew if this guy didn''t play around he would definitely be dead. "MICHAEL!!! There are several pieces of my reaserch which you wanted, right? Let me live and I will give them to you!" "I have several secret potions and books for enhancing essence interpretation and other objects which may help a native like yourself. Let me live and i''ll show you where they are!" He only clicked his dark blue tounge back at it. Planning his answer before it was said out loud. "I bet Jenkins would find out what you did here anyways.. So I have no use for you." The heart began to shake from the answer it heard. "WHAT?! YOU KNOW THAT DAMN ELF?!!!" Michael did not answer him, only placing the throbbing heart inside his mouth and biting down with his teeth. When feeling the liquid flow down his power, his system began to alert him. . [Physique theft activated!] . [Vampire Physique added] . [Vampire Physique: You have gained some of the body attributes of a vampire.] . [New Physique properties added] . [strengthened regeneration] . [Long lived:Live longer (unspecified)] . [New essence affinity gained: blood 0%] . "So thats what physique theft does. But I don''t think I should need to eat the one I defeat?" . [Ability activated] . [Genetic storage: Vampire] . [You do not possess enough genetic codes to fuse. Please collect more samples.] . "WHAT?! It''s the exact same I had before I turned? Or is it, system?" [??????] "You are useless sometimes." [Host is welcome!] Not bothering any more with this, he looked back at the melted corpse of liquid and bones. "Didn''t this guy say he could battle emperor layers? Well, I bet he could beat them head on if serious. But, a single moment of ignorance led to your death." Michael engraved this into his mind. And then, pulverized every piece of bone left. Making sure nothing funny happened with the remains. He went and found an empty vial and placed some of the blood inside. Mabye Jenkins would find some use for it. "I should check back at the evolution potion and then get the rest of the notes." Michael began to walk back towards the room where the vials laid. Standing now before the rusted open locker. All three were the same. Inhabiting the dusty and small vials was ome blue liquid on the bottom, and red on the top. "System, what evolutions do I currently possess?" . [Host has 3/3 Evolutions!] . [Werebeast: A twisted creature created by mixing several predators into the body of a man. They can transform into inhuman beasts to destroy all who stand in their way, or into regular human beings. Each one is different, as every single one tend to have their own dominant bloodline. They are the creations of Chayah, the lesser goddess of wolfs.] . [Dragonborn (human form): A man possessing the blood of a dragon. They do not look much different than human, exept the draconic scales covering their largest body parts. They possess good overal strenght, but lean more towards the aspect of spells, as they can more easily learn magic.] . [Ogre elemental: A type of essence formed ogre which have stronger magical prowess than physical. The are known to have spesific battle dances for each element. Every single Ogre elemental have their own element and dance. They are the creations of the lesser god of power Hel''Nor] . "Well, I hoped this race would have more to offer, but looks like I was wrong..." Michael had grown fond of the Hel''Slakter, as it had proven to be very well suited for him. He looked back at one of vials, remembering what was written in the vampires records. "I want to drink it, but Jenkins should know more about such than me. There is also the possibility I become half wendigo... And that guy didn''t even drink it when he woke up despite how successful I should be.." He quickly threw the vials into the storage ring alongside the rest of the documents and some weird potions. "I have pretty much emptied this place of all valuables. I did not find the books that vampire talked about, but having the opportunity to complete this bloodline is much more desirable anyways." Michael gave this place a last glance before leaving, blocking the entrance with a boulder he found. He once more traversed the ashy and fallen grasslands. Feeling the morning sun hit his skin as it ascended above the clouds. Even such a desolate place held some beauty in it. "I have a bad feeling... Did something mabye happen while I was away?" He did not dwell on this thought, only beginning to walk away. 32 A Toast of urgency Michael had traveled back to the academy with the help of his bestial senses. Finding every wendigo corpse he had trampled on. When nearing the small town from where he and his fellow apprentices had come from, he swallowed down the rest of the shapeshifting pills Jenkins had brewed up or bought. They looked and felt like small jellybeans, removing any hesitation he had to swallow them. One after one they were absorbed by his body, and slowly the small horns and markins seemed to retract back from where the grew out of. Letting any normal person see him like this would definitely be bad, since the heist was about to start. After traveling through the old town, Michael found himself near the familiar castle. Several of the students looked at him as he entered and speedily walked without talkin. Finally, after crossing most of the brick walls and aged carpets spread around, he arrived at his dorm. No different than any other''s as they had a more modern feel to them. Nearing the room specially made for his room, he sendt some energy into the lock, making it open up. The satisfaction he felt after preparing to enter did not last long, as he was once again greeted by something rather uncommon. Before he opened up, a young girl approached him out of nowhere. She was dressed in a fine brown robe with some sort of boar marking on the back. Currently standing before his living quarter. The girl had long blond hair and green emerald eyes. Not a real looker, but would definitely catch your attention. ''Is this that Firnell girl from class? Why is she here?'' As if hearing his thoughts, she blushed a little. Gazing at him with a somewhat timid expression, making the rosy cheeks redden ever so slightly. It made her look a little more innocent. "Hello, Firnell." Michael tried talking to her, but mabye the sudden increase in height was too much, or mabye it was the shyness she had instilled within. The girl shifted her gaze back to the brick floor while blushing harder, silently muttering to herself. "E..Eh hello M..Marss.." She began to stutter as the words left her small mouth, but he slowly attuned himself to it, grasping the words she said with ease. She did not stop talking or looking at the ground, but what he hearded with the evolved hearing he had was. "W..Would you..B..Be interested in..G..Going out some time....?" Firnell looked a little bit more sure of herself now that she registered that he heard it, glancing at him from the weird bowing stance she was currently in. Michael didn''t want to just chase her away, as he was very touched but confused as well. However, he had things to do, so such had to wait. "Yeah, let''s find some time to hang out this week. However, I currently have some unfinished work to attend to. Would it be possible to contact you again? If so, let us keep in touch." This answer seemed to please her, as Firnell had an adorable smile while looking back up at him. Even the small ears were slowly being dyed red from the cheeks not being able to containt it. He only gave her a small nod and sending her off, then proceeding to enter his room. And of course, inside was.... "What the actual f** Michael? You should just have kissed her! To think you are partially werewolf... Not only that actually! even with that massive quantity of demon blood in your vains, you still act like such a damn shrimp... Anyways, I heard from your teacher that you went out. That old one from your class? The one with the weird smile you know? Damn, I have a bad feeling about him, Michael. I must take some drastic measures in the future. Don''t try and stop me, it''s for your own good!" The mellow voice could not belong to anyone other than Jenkins. He was currently sitting with his knees crossed on Michael''s bed, wearing some sort of old school tuxedo with a small ''noble'' twist on it. Not only this, but he even rocked some small round glasses which were resting on top of the sharp yet fragile nose. Even the shoes were something similar to what he would wear on earth. As he sat there, waiting for who knows how long, he kept fiddling around with some sort of rusty gold coin. Bouncing it around with his delicate fingers. Was he showing off? Michael did not even answer, wanting to ask what year this was before going further with the vampire. "Hey, Jenkins?" Michael''s body twitched a little, remembering when the notes were written. "Yes Michael?" Thay old buffon seemed rather suprised despite waiting for him. "What year is it today? I don''t really know much about this world.." He tried tocalm himself while making the question flow as easy as possible. "You should''ve just asked that girl...*Sigh* Its the 299 Sun time. Why?" Michael widened his golden eyes, looking like he just watched some ancient remains come back to life. "What the hell Michael?! Don''t look at me like that. No wonder this Firnell girl is the only one who likes you! Well, she and that girl with the glasses. By the way, I think you should go for glasses. She knows a lot about magic and such. And her family is easier to cut int...ANYWAYS! was there some other matter you wanted to talk about?" "There is something else I wanted to bring up...But how do you know all this?" Michael looked suspiciously at the frozen Jenkins, who had ceased playing with his coin. "T...That doesn''t matter! Anyways, why do you smell like some dried fish?" Michael took note of this, but did not press it for now. He showed all the papers and vials he had taken from the vampire''s hideout. Narrating the story to Jenkins. "WHAT?! YOU FOUND HALREL?!!!!" "Yeah..we..." "Where is he?!!? FUCK MICHAEL DON''T TELL ME YOU KILLED HIM?!" Michael instinctively broke eye contact. Starring at the oblivious goblin sitting beside the duck egg incubator. It seemed to smile at him with the ugly face it had. What a weird creature. Are all goblins this small? "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT SHIT HEAD TOOK FROM ME?! N..No, I''ll take a look in the place you talked about. Anyways, pass me the notes." Jenkins skimmed through them, nodding his head a couple of times. "That potion is the real deal. However, since that Halrel guy was too dum and chugged it when his body was already half broken, it failed. You can just drink it, but I would expect for you to pass out for a day." Michael smiled while the shapeshifting pills lost their effects, turning him back into the tattooed demon. Jenkins seemed mildly surprised when he fully reverted, looking st the horns and the slit pupils. "Hel''slakter? Are they the ones with the bendy limbs? can''t really remember. But don''t turn into that hideos green monster thing while I am here." "What? my transformation is black you know?" Jenkins almost felt his brain shut down when Michael spoke. The glasses he wore shook a little when the nose twitched. "WHAT?! SHOW ME!" Michael transformed inte the hel''b?lger for Jenkins to see, and as expected.. "You are really far from the beast demons, or Hel''Slakters I have seen appearance wise. However, show me your evolutions. There might be some good stuff there. Michael let him view all the current ones he had, letting Jenkins evaluate them. "Did you know, Michael? Hel''Slakters are a weird mix of everything. When Chayah and Nor made them they just threw all kinds of stuff togheter. It''s like mixing a smoothie with mushrooms and dipping sauce. It didn''t even turn out properly.. What a waste of sauce, am I right?" That weird elf kept talking without stop, spinning around from one thought to another, until finally calming down. "Anyways! Just drink that damn potion. As for the vampire blood, i''ll find some use for it." Michael did as he said, and took one of the dusty vials containing the ''evolution potion'', downing it with one move. It tasted sour and bitter. Making his face contorte. Seeing this, and trying to brighten his mood, Jenkins pretended to offer him a toast with an invisible glass in one of the jade like hands. Ignoring him completely, he went back to focus on the liquid flowing down and entering his system. When fully integrating into his blood, a strong shocking sensation invaded Michael''s body. Setting fire to every cell coming into contact with it. His vision began to blur, and before he knew it, Michael felt the forces of gravity act against him. "J..Jenkins...I don''t feel so good.." As the toxins reached his head, Michael passed out, falling. Jenkins saw as the unconscious boy fell to the floor, preparing to hit the polished wood with a heavy bang. He folded his glasses togheter and threw them in the chest pocket. "I should''ve told him that Halrel''s family is full of maniacs. Even if that snake doesn''t find us, those crazy blood suckers definitely will after leaving the continent. He rouse up from the wooden bed. Glancing at the horned Michael for a while, and then to the small goblin. "You are responsible while I am gone! Also, let me max your level before I leave. I bet it would make that horned brat happy.. You will observe the child in the steed of this great lord!" He summoned out the familiar purple orb from thin air, sending a small flash in the goblins direction. Its green body glowed a little before getting bigger. Now, much taller and broader than Jingwei''s incubator. "There! Now, better check that underground place Michael talked about." He went through the normal door as there was no need for Michaels energy to exit. As he closed it, a small feeling of urgency invaded the elegant body inside his fine dress. ''Wonder what that kid''s gonna turn into..Not that it matters now. I threw some more shapeshifting pills inside his ring, so it should all work out. Worst case, we will just rob this old stone toilet in broad daylight..." "Besides, Michael doesn''t seem to know that his body is on the level of a high king. Next evolution should do some magic then!" He trotted away with a satisfied smile, raising his glasses a little. "I should go check that teacher out." ... Sometime later, Michael woke up with a strong headache which hammered into the core of his being. "Damn, that was weird.." He forced himseld up from the floor, making eye contact with the slightly larger goblin looking at his rising figure. "Thanks for keeping watch, little boy." First thing he did after that was take a look at his body, seeing if any changes had occurred. And they sure did. He had now a new horn on his forehead. Just as sharp and black as the other two. His body had more mucle on it, makin him look more built. Mabye too much actually. The marks on his body had gotten a little larger togheter with the expanded tissue, and the hair on his head seemed to thicken. Not growing much in lenght, but making him look like some sort of young lion. Michael stretched his now much thicker arm out, contracting it to see what kind of results he would get. As the mucle fibers answered him, the whole thing began to bulge up like a log. Shaking violently as if it was going to burst appart. Fully contracted, this thing was larger than his legs and waist. His skin also seemed to grow thicker and harder. A normal weapon would most likely do nothing more than give him a small scratch. Relishing in the power he now possessed, Michael began to talk to himself. "I feel much stronger now. Is this as far as I can go with this race?" Looking at the bigger physical traits he had now adopted, Michael asked the system to show him the available evolutions. "System, let me see the evolutions." [Evolutions 1/1] [????: ?????? ?????? ??????? ??????] [Do you wish to evolve?] Confusingly starring at the new option he had, Michael began to talk with himself once more, starting to debate what to do with this. "I should''t evolve here, as it might attract attention... Jenkins is more knowledgeable than me in most of the stuff existing in this world. I need to sit down and have him explain all the important details Old head didn''t give me.." "The new evolution can just be laid to rest for now. Don''t evolve." [Affirmative] [Evolving into ????] Hearing the system answer him, Michael starred at the screen with his large yellow eyes. "NO WHAT THE HELL DON.." Not even having time to finish, the system ran at full speed. And as it did, his body passed out. 33 Empower ''Dammit..what the hell?'' Michael tried to look around, but there was nothing his eyes could register. The feeling was similar to having someone glueing your eyelids shut with hot glue. ''Uh, my head hurts.'' Even tough he could barely see, he could sometimes feel his limbs twitch. Almost as if they were being told to do so by something else. Slowly, the rays emitted from the window inside his room reached both eyes. And with that, he felt the strenght surge throughout his body once more, allowing him to open his regain his sight. He tried standing up while at the same time retracting the eyelids which were once sealed. "Why do I suddenly feel so heavy?" As he opened his eyes, Michael was greeted by his new body. He had now reached a height of a little over two metres. The two horns on his head had grown a little longer alongside his thick black hair, which now covered the tip of his spine, Like the tail of a large beast. The rest of his body had an increase in mucle growth once more, making it look like he wore some type of heavy body armour underneath the naturally generated black clothes. His eyes now had a black ring which encircled the layer closest to the eye balls. His pupils had grown more slit and now a little crooked. Turning them into hammered spikes showing their brilliance inside the gold and red irises. The sharp black nails on his fingers were now retractable, able to reach 5 centimetres when fully stretced, and up to his finger tips when retracted. As his body had grown, so had his face. Altough he was very tall and muscular, Michael looked a little more like a young adult than some grown man. Most likely because this body was much younger than his previous one. If removing the black clothes which he could produce naturally, you would se that the previous thick black lines were now much thinner. Still, however, carving out each of the newly developed mucles. The skin which the marks now lay upon had grown to a somewhat white, yet somewhat tan color. He didn''t look pale and sick like the vampire he had fought, but wasn''t too dark either. The teeth in his mouth had begun to form some sharper edges, not taking the form of fangs, but more like some very thick scissors.The newly built plates of flesh still had a visible fiber lining whenever he tried to tighten them. However, if he did it too much, he would start to expand rapidly. Once more, Michael tried to flex his arm, wanting to see if it would blow up. After stretching the lengthened forelimb out, he noticed that instead of leisurely increasing in size, it began to first shake, then explode out like a ballon almost about to pop. The power Michael generated when his mucles enflated like this was a at least ten times more powerful than when in his previous Hel''B?rger form. This new evolution was certainly on the superior side. "Show me my status." ---------- Layer: King (low) Lvl: 0/25 Name:Marss Zell Johnson (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race(new): Lesser ogre wightAge:15 Health(new): 100% Energy: 100k . Physique: Noble Vampire(new) Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline Genetic Combo:none Genetic storage: Vampire . Magic Essence : Wind:0% Ice:0%Gold:0% Dark:0% Blood:0%(new) . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1)(Bestial sense LvL4(+3) (Mind Breaker LvL1) (Tremor bomber LvL1)(Mad dance of power LvL2(+1) (Aspect of the Tainted(new) (Tyrant''s iron fist LvL 1 (new) (Essence dance LvL1(new) (Skill Assimilation)(Physique theft) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL1) (Engraved path) (Sulfur manipulation LvL1) (Fear feeder LvL 1) (Strider''s step Lvl 1) (breathless LvL1) (Mental master LvL 1) (Repeat Blink LvL 1) (Damage Reversal LvL1) (Cellular armour 7(new) (Genetic Drain)(Endless Evolution) . [Titles] (-) [BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/HYBRID/GEMENI/KINDLED/???/???] . ---------- "Lesser Ogre wight?" [Lesser Ogre Wight: Ogres with a more demon/humanoid body than that of regular ogres. They hold much grander strength feats than their normal cousins, and even Elder Trolls. Including this, is their superiority in elemental magic, which rivals orc shamans. They have a more human appearence in their base form, but can call upon all the creatures mixed in their tainted bloodline to enhance their bodies. They specialize in dance enhancing magic, and grow up to two metres tall.] "Well, doesn''t seem too bad. I still hold some traits of the hel''slakter." He only brushed it off while finding some Shapeshifting pills inside his ring. Jenkins must have left some in case. After checking his expanded ring, Michael set his eye on the little football sized goblin looking at him with its green eyes. "hm?" . [Familiar max level!] [Do you wish to evolve Goblin:Nemesis?] . He looked deeper into the eyes of the goblin. Feeling it''s master''s gaze, the goblin turned back towards him. Not quite understanding what this big demon was desiring. Seeing it had no idea what was going on, Michael just shrugged it off while mumbling. "I''ll evolve you when Jenkins comes back." Right now, he could not turn back into his human size, and he also did not have anything to do at the moment. "Let me try and get some enlightenment in the essences I study.. It would be better than doing nothing until that weirdo arrives." He satt down in the much smaller room cross legged. The room was originally spacey enough for both him and the other two, but his new enlargement made him fill up 1/3 of the dusty bedroom. "I''ll starter with wind, then go down from there. Dark is not an essence I know much about, so lets leave it for now." He closed his large red/gols eyes. Visualizing how each of these elements were made up. "Wonder if using my old knowledge about atoms, laws of physics and the molecular structure of cells would help me here." Michael then dreamt himself away, forgetting about the current world. ... Two days passed since Michael had begun to immerse himself into studying. Reviewing all his foreknowledge about science and human atonomy to further strenghten his understanding. ''Gold..Gold is the most malleable of all the metals, yet the most noble of them. It means they are the most resistance to corrosion and oxidation, or air corrosion if you would. Gold can be created by exposing platinum or mercury to large amounts of radiation. The metal is a good conducter of electricity and heat, and is usually binded with other metals to get stronger. It can also in some cases be eaten." "Blood is made up of red blood cells. These cells are responsible for transporting oxygen, carbon dioxide and nutrions. But what are the cells made of? I know that the reason it''s red is because of the hemoglobin contained inside. Also, this helps them transport the previous. However, if I must go in-depth with this world''s standard. Blood would be described as a mass of small blocks, using the nutrions they carry to enforce themselvs. Or would it?" "Ice is an inorganic material. It is just liquid water in solid form. You can see how clean it is through it''s transparency. The more discernible, the cleaner. Back on earth, it was considered a mineral because of the crystaline structure the ice crystals had through a telescope, and also because it''s naturally produced in nature." "Wind is easier to grasp. It''s just gas flowing or moving on a large scale. On a planet with an atmosphere, wind is usually depicted togheter with air particles. But in space, wind would be defined as a lump of charged particles, rays or other gasses being transported through the endless stary void." He kept sitting there, togheter with the snorring goblin which laid on his lap and the duck egg which still sat on the desk inside his room. The days he ditched classes, Michael felt something in his powerful body slowly grow. Building itself, yet slowly seperating. As a short breeze was formed by his heavy exhaling, it blew through his long and thick black mane. Passing by the horns, picking up some of the floating dust particles around him and leaving. "I wonder if this is working.." Too bad he didn''t have time to check, as his door was forcefully, but successfully opened up. "Whats up devil boy! Did you miss me?!" And here he was. Michael was about to answer him with a straight ''No'' but stopped when he saw his appearance. The previous black tuxedo he wore was torn in several places, and had even more dirt patches spread around on the less destroyed parts. The whole thing was in short terms, now more similar to the fur on a unclean dog. There was a large red spot on the left side of his head, covering some of the ruff golden locks he had. His pants were ruined beyond repair, only visible if you watched the part which covered his little brother. No damage was done to his skin, as it most likely was more durable than the textiles he wore. And lastly.. "Why do you have a human body on your back?" There was some sort of thin human held on his shoulder. The thin figure covered in raggs, and the skin looked like some aged paper. "Oh, this? Yeah, just some guy I found in Dr. V-shape''s cave when I explored it. He used to be from a small group of intelligent wendigos originating from the experiment Halrel did. The first girl was a pile of bones, so I took this baby instead. Pretty sweet, right?" Jenkins didn''t even give him enough time to answer before throwing the ancient body onto his bed. "What the hell dude?! Thats my bed!" "Che! You don''t even fit it anymore you fat demon!...what race is that? Some type of troll?" "Lesser ogre wight actually." Jenkins began to laugh a little when he heard the name. Forming his trademark dimples onto the dirty cheeks. "Wow. What a shitty evolution. I bet evolving into a lich would make you 1/100 000th as good a magician as me, so you should go for the next skeleton type race." "No thank you." Michael went up to the bed and teleported the corpse into the dungeon, as his body had fused with a shard of it, and this was no longer a living being. "Tsk, fine. Anyways, I sense you have improved your essence understanding. Let me take a look then." Without much say, he just opened the magic essence part of his status. [Magic essence: Wind 40% Ice:50% Gold:30% Dark:0% Blood:40%] They both starred at it with awe, not taking any of their attention away from it. "HOW?!?! HOW DO YOU F**** Oh, no wait. You have the ''Understanding'' ability fused with something else, and I bet your culture knows much more about these things than this one." "Is that so? then what happens when I reach 100%?" Jenkins made a more serious face when asked such important questions. Losing his previous funny attitude. "You begin to grasp laws. Don''t get on it for now, only tell me where you are from." His eyes seemed to focus more onto Michael''s face as he asked. Almost preparing to act if something not to his liking was said. "Earth, you know where that is?" Michael only causally answered him. Not caring about what he would do. However, as he thought Jenkins would fly off, he made a rather strange expression, as if Michael was some sort of idiot. "You are not a reincarnator from earth." Claiming he was not from earth? Well, where was he from? "Why is that then?" Michael didn''t bother arguing, only wanting to know why he was given such an answer. The elf crossed his arms and positioned himself in a more stable stance, planning on proving that Michael was a liar. "Well, firstly, there has never been a reincarnator who possessed such abilites as yours come to Farleng. And especially not Earth." "And second of all, there already is a whole bunch of them down in the royal castle. Talking about how they are going to ''save this world from some demon lord'' or something. By the way, I am glad you''re not with those idiots." To this unexpected answer, Michael almost passed out from. "What?!" His heavy voice rang out in the room made of planks. It would definitely echo throughout the academy if the walls were not soundproof. "Yeah, bunch of losers. Lets go blow them up. I hate dum people." Blow them up? He wanted to know who sendt them here, and why. "No! Please Jenkins, can we go meet them?" Michael felt his heart beat faster and heavier. Most certainly this was caught by Jenkins, as he twitched his ears a little before putting on a poker face. "You know what? Fine. After the heist, we can go there. Only because that old guy owes me." Jenkins closed his pretty blue eyes and nodded. This matter seemed important to his good brother, so why not. Noticing how Michael''s heartbeat had calmed down, he tried to brighten up the mood by suggesting something else. "Enough talk, damn ogre. Evolve that goblin!" Michael smirked kindly at him, then taking his gaze towards Nemesis. "Fine, fine..." He opened up the status menu for his familiars, pressing the evolve button for the goblin. [Evolving goblin...] [Please wait...] 34 The Date [Evolving goblin:Nemesis] [Goblin is evolving into Hobgoblin!] As the system spelled out the magic words, the small goblin who sat next to Michael began to flash with a beautiful green glow. The radiance slowly covered the entire room, not leaving any space unoccupied. Even the inside of Jingwei''s incubator was not spared by the powerful growing rays. As the light burnt strongly for a couple more seconds, it slowly began to weaken. Leaving the expanded center more and more visible for each second. Until..... ... "What the hell Jenkins!? You said it was a boy!" "ALL THE OTHER ONES I KILLED WERE BOYS!" In front of the hulking mass of muscle and unclean elf, sat a young woman who was currently wrapped in some bed sheets. However, unlike many other normal women, she had some rather green skin and small sharp ears. Accompanied by this was also her longer canines, sharper claws and dark green eyes. Her features were also rather lackluster, resembling any other person in the town nearby. This was the goblin Michael had evolved, she had surprisingly been a girl this entire time. While the two were intently arguing with each other, a weak voice came from their side. Interrupting the vocal death battle "U..Uhm" They both stopped what they were doing and looked towards her with complicated gazes. Somewhat confused, yet a little expecting. "Sir Michael, do you hate me now?" Her face gave off a stiff energy, but deep inside her eyes you would clearly see a powerful sorrow. He only looked at her somewhat sadned, not wanting to answer, but clearly needing to. "It''s not like I hate you, but..." The first word they spoke to each other were then thrown in the bin by a mad elf who was only wearing a dirt tuxido and underwear. "Che! If you don''t like this thing, then we can just get a new one! ''Dark Magic: Death beam of the underw...." "NO WAIT, WE CAN KEEP HER! W..We can keep her! Stop chanting." "Tsk! You will one day be played by a damnable woman with such thinking!" Jenkins put his hand down, looking back at the Goblin. "So, brat. You are still too weak, so just stay here until this fat demon evolves you into something strong. As for you Michael, there is a little request I wish for you to do for me, before we rob this place." Some surprise brewed up in his heart. What kind of request? "Just tell me then." Jenkins tightened his eyes around Michaels large body, not holding any of his usual behavior in them. "I want you to go out with that Firnell girl! And I want you to visit her clan!" Michael''s pupils widened instantly. The red and gold iris shone a little as he registered what was said. "What?" "Shut up Michael! You are going to her home. Don''t disappoint me now.... Also.." Jenkins placed his finger on Michael''s forehead, sending some sort of light into his brain. "That was two novice gold spells I cooked up and also one for blood. You''ll figure out the rest. Spells you have high understanding in are easier to cast." A little touched by what he was given, he decided to forget their previous dispute. "T..Thanks! Where did you get them?" However, this guy did not calm down in the least. Waving the golden hair back and forth as he angrily spoke. "Oh lord...MICHAEL! Eat these pills and go knock on that Firnell girl''s door! We don''t have all day!" He summoned a bunch of pills out of nowhere, most likely from the dungeon. The green woman seemed rather reluctant to part with Michael, and tenderly ask Jenkins if she coukd join "Can I go too?" He spun around towards her, with a mighty disgust seeping out of the wrinkles forming on his face. "No! I have to max your damn level again because you are such a waste. After that, I am planning on opening the dungeon. We are going to run this museum to the ground with a bunch of undead bears." "In the meantime... Goblin woman, you just don''t move from that spot, got it?" She looked a little down by his answer, but still nodded at him. Michael, who saw this, was more interested by how he refered to their robbery as ''running this place down''. "Didn''t you say we were only robbing it? That sounds more like a raid.." Jenkins finally began to have enough, and pulled his own hair while screaming at him. "ARGH! SHUT UP MICHAEL! I CHANGED MY MIND!" Jenkins started shove the jellybeans he summined into his large hands, continuing to scream whilst doing so. "Here. I don''t want to spend more time with that hideous green woman. Bring me back when you hatch Jingwei." He turned around and brushed his hair with the dirty hands. Letting it glide away as he left. Not carring about anything else. Once he was gone, Nemesis turned towards Michael. "Sir Michael? "Michael will do, thank you." She understood that he had things to do, and only got straight to the point. "Very well, Michael. Shall I watch the egg while you continue your task?" "Yes, please do!" He swallowed down all the pills Jenkins gave him and placed the slowly shrinking hand onto the iron door knob. His black clothes also got smaller alongside his brutishly massive body. Lastly, to top it all of, he withdrew some black shoes from his ring. Michael gave a last look to the hobgoblin behind him and nodded, telling her to stay put until he came back. After locking the door, he began to walk through the castle shaped academy. The more he explored, the more astonished he was at how aged, yet clean the surrounding brick walls were. Almost as if they wash themselves. There was also some rather fancy paintings decorating the empty halls. As he traversed the stone corridors, he kept thinking about where to turn next. ''Wonder where I can find Firnell..'' Not stopping his journey, Michael eventually stumbled upon two familiar faces. It was the two siblings he had met on the day of the entrance exam. The day he had gotten their older brother kicked out. Gwen and the little brother. Once they saw him, both knitted their eyebrows, very dissatisfied with him. However, he did not bother about this, and questioned them in hope of finding where Firnell''s room was. "Hey, uuh.. Gwen? Do you know where I can find Firnell from the ''earth boar'' clan?" When the white haired noble woman heard him, she frowned even more. Answering him in an arrogant, yet composed tone. Her voice was rather pleasent, but the anger ruined it. "I have no obligation to answer any of your questions, Sir Marss." Michael frowned back at her, just wanting to finish this before he had to consume the rest of the shapeshifting pills in his ring. "Do you not belive I can get you kicked out?" Her eyebrows twisted even more, but this was not a joke she dared ignore. ''A threat? But it is not groundless..'' She closed her eyes while answering him, walking away with her brother after finishing. "Just turn left down the hall. Farwell." He did not thank her, only continuing to walk towards the way description Gwen gave him. As he followed the instructions, Michael finally found Firnell. She was currently talking with some other girls from their class, which he hadn''t been to in a couple of days now. All of them were dressed in a similar kind of turquoise robe. His footstep quickened a little when he saw her, and the two friends she spoke with look in his direction. She, of course, also noticed him approaching them after following their eyes. A soft blush formed around her cheeks, and she humbly began to talk to him after coming near enough. "H..Hello Marss! What brings you here?" He smirked back at her stuttering. Wanting to be as straightforward as possible to see more. "I was wondering if you could show me around your home. As I currently do not have anything to do at the moment." As he expected, her face became completely red, yet somewhat extaic. Showing her leniance to answer the request. Not what he was expecting, but it was what he came for. Without stuttering this time, she answered him with a joyous smile. "That would be splendid! I will call for my carriage at once!" He only nodded back, a little confused by this. ''That was...too easy?'' Before another thought could cross his mind, Michael felt something lock one of his arms in place. Turning left, he saw Firnell having it connected to her own while trying to breath slower. Michael didn''t seem to feel anything, as he wasn''t sure why she suddenly got all darring despite the previous shyness. She pulled his arm a little while the two friends she just talked to waved back at them. "Please, Michael. Let us walk to the entrance." And so he was basically escorted back through the academy. Several students with different clothing, yet the same bell shape badge all looked at them. Some showing approval, while some showing envy. ''This is rather weird actually. Why did she suddenly get so forceful?'' Eventually, they ended up near the stone gates. leading out to several different dirt roads, each containing long lines that marked the highway. Most likely created from all the traveler''s who came here for the entrance exam. However, in this apparent dust bowl, there stood a finely made horse carrage in the middle. It had been painted with a light brown color, perfectly blending into the environment. There sat a driver on the front, tending to his two horses with some sort of short broom. The main body was not only brown, but had several carvings ingraved into it. Mabye supposed to resemble tree roots? Well, most were overshadowed by the large wrapper which laid laid beside the entrance door. The painting reassembled some sort of hog made out of stone. Before he could analyse more, Michael was then dragged towards it by the overly happy Firnell. Her smile never stopped entering his eyes, as she seemed to get happier and happier by each step he took. Finally arriving before it, the rider hopped on top of his post, preparing to ride off. Firnell opened the door for him, which would''t look good if somebody else saw it, but luckily, they were only accompanied by the barren earth and surrounding trees which filled the road side. "Please, Sir Marss! Sit down!" The interior was not really that incredible. However, he guessed that it was the outside view which counted. After setling down on one of the fur covered seats, Michael then found himself sitting opposite to the blond haired girl. Having her head lean against both palms, intently looking at him with the trademark blush. Her Dimples kept getting more red as he looked back into her charming green eyes. Not quite wanting to ask why she seemed so happy, he tried to get some relevant information about this world. Doing this while seeming as normal as possible. "Firnell, you see, I am from a rather excluded side of the continent. And although I have been educated, I feel like there might be some things which have been missed. Mind enlightening me?" She didn''t seem to be bothered, actually happy he started to talk with her. "Of course, sir Marss!" Her lips then began to dance as she relayed all the things she knew. It felt like this girl just wanted to keep a conversation going. "Well, first would be the human continent. It is divided into five territories, all with their own capital." "The part we are currently in is called ''Torvel'' named after a hero who once lead an army of devils away from it. This is the capital, ''Bell city''. It is connected by several individual towns spread around the eternal forest." "The next land closest to us is called ''Nunel''. With ''Hender'' as it''s capital. Both named after the great sage Nunel Hender. It is the place where most wanderers and traveling merchants meet up, as there is a teleportation formation set up there. Be careful if you ever go! Lot''s of scammers try to fool newcommers who visit." "The third land after that is called ''Lindel'', with Lindela city as the capital. Named after a great woman who once lead her people to prosperity. That is, before the devil invasion. It has many museums and renown artifacts at display there. We should go sometime!" "The fourth land is called ''Brandy'', with ''delil'' as the capital name. The land is named after the strongest warrior who ever lived, Brandy delil. She once singlehandedly beat a ''Hellmarker devil sage'' in single combat. The city is very old, and there are lots of colosseums and competitions there. Yes, and there is some sort of famoues liquor named after her! Never have I tasted it myself, but they say it''s not that good if you are a light drinker." "Yes, I almost forgot!" "Forgot what?" "Every hundred years there is a large competition held by the royal families from each continent there. The next one will begin the coming of ''Fall time''. That''s not too far actually!" "And the last one, which is also considered the wealthiest of them all, is called ''Ingel''. With the Ingel royal city as it''s core. Ingel is the name of the royal family, so I guess that''s why both the land and the capital is named after them. The ''four clans'' also have their headquarters surrounding the capital. They often have several meetings with each other. Don''t know much else." She happily answered all his questions no matter how weird they were. "We shouldn''t be too far away now, but before we arrive, there is something I wish to tell you about my family..." Michael was certainly interested by this. Howvere was the family of such a shy girl? "Oh? pray to tell then." Firnell started to grind her knees togheter while looking into the table seperating them. "Well....They are kind of weird, in a sense. So I hope you can excuse them.." Michael was going to answer, However, a weird sort of feeling made him hesitate a second. "I..You wouldn''t have to think about such minor things." She seemd pleased by his answer, softly looking back at him. "Thank you, Sir Marss! Can...Can I ask about your family?" The same feeling kept haunting him, as he looked deeper into the shiny green eyes on the woman before him. Not even making him care as how to answer. "Not much there, sadly. My mother died not too long ago, and I haven''t heard from my father in some time..." Looking back at her, Firnell''s face seemed to drain itself of all blood. The once rosy cheecks were now deathly pale from fright and regret, as was her wide open eyes and trembling lips. "I...I...I did not...." Michael felt a sense of comfort seeing her regret it so much. This girl was too sincere and open with her feelings. "You do not have to think about, Firnell. What has passed can only by learned from or forgotten." She calmed herself a little when seeing how calm he was. Even giving her a tender smile back. The same red color grew back onto her face. It definitely made her feel a little better seeing him not mind. "Again...I am sorry. Let me make it up to.." *DUNK She was suddenly interrupted by the sudden stop of the carriage. However, this did not upset her, as a smile once more reappeared on her white face. "Ah! We are here! Please, Marss. After you!" He leaned towards the door beside him and lightly opened it. As it slowly began to creak, he was met by some sort of luxurious dark coloured mantion. The wood it was made of seemed quite aged, but still solid. There were not many windows, but several carpets with a similar ''stone boar'' figure painted on them hanging all around. The large double door entrance was guarded by two knights. Only their sharp eyes were visible through the smooth brown plating. Must have been made by a material which held a similar color to the mantion and carriage. After he stepped out of the vehicle, Firnell once more appeared beside him. Dragging his arm before the entrance where the knights stood. Only glancing at the two when they came near enough. One of them bowed lightly, making sure not to let his guard down, eveb before the most trusted individual. His voice was hoarse, like one you could get after screaming from prolonged periods at the time. "Welcome back miss. The lord and lady have been waiting for you to arrive. Please proceed." Firnell just ignored him, pulling Michael inside the opening door along with her. As they entered, he got a better look at the mantions interior. There were several human sculptures carved out of some sort of fancy rock, all placed in different corners of the large room. Besides them, there were several sets of doors and stairs leading to who knows where, and always some very elegant servants and maids walking through them with plates or jugs. The moment they entered the mantion, Michael felt his body being eyed down like some sort of sheep. The maids and servants who were currently nearby halted their movements and looked at him. All smiling with colorless and almost dead eyes. As if they were showing some excitement, yet also some piety. "W..Welcome to my clans home, Marss." He turned back towards Firnell who was smiling at him with the her red lips. It looked a little weird, as her eyes also seem to bend a little in the shape of a crescent moon. It made the usual delicate smile now resembled something you would only find on a doll of some sort. The servants and maid still stood where they were, all eyeing him down with those devouring, empty gazes. Not blinking nor moving a step away from their position. He wanted to ask her some questions, but she began to pull him down one of the stairs. Most likely leading to the lower floors. "Please, Sir Marss. Let us meet my parents." Her eyes turned back to normal, and the usual blush could be seen once more. One the surface, it looked like he did not notice her sudden facial expression twist, however, deep inside, Michael felt something awfully wrong. ''Why can I still feel the eyes of those servants on my back?'' He frowned slightly, making sure Firnell didn''t notice as she currently dragged him away. ''Why did Jenkins want me to come here?'' 35 Dinner? Michael only kept smiling as they stumbled down the creaking stairs. It was lit up by some candles which were hung on the descending wall. Altough it was not much, it still helped ease ones worries. Allowing some mild comfort to be generated when traversed towards the bottom. Firnell didn''t even seem to look where she stepped. Only accelerating further the nearer the end they came. Her tripping foot steps became louder and louder as she continued without stop. This girl really knew each step like the inside of her pocket. As they both took their last steps onto the aged wooden floor, barely lit by the candles, Michael once more found himself pulled away. While being dragged, he tried looking around in the new environment. Slowly finding himself in a sort of passage illuminated by the same kind of light previously found. However, luckily, the deeper in you went, the more visible it would get. Thanks to this, the outlining of the room would be easier to absorb, alongside a bunch of paintings. Although he saw all the paintings hanging there, only a few were properly seen before Firnell put more force into pulling him along. She probably didn''t want him to see them. There were two of these paintings that were able to catch his attention. The first one was an image of some sort of giant black cat eating a bowl of sand. The lines making up its face were drawn weirdly, making it look like the cat was smiling. The other thing was....It''s blue eyes, who always seem to follow his movement. After walking further away from it, Michael noticed that since their eyes could not link, the head began to bend in his direction. Not wanting to let his figure go. The last painting he was able to properly register before Firnell stretched her small hand towards the door knob, was an an image of some young woman being sacrified to a humanoid cow. The woman was tied to a alter of sorts, smiling at the cow who held a fork and knife in each hoof. However, the cow did not look down at her, instead intently following the last steps of Michael before he exited the corridor. Firnell finally dragged him through the door, and they were now standing in a fancy dining hall. There was a long and beautiful table, only ever seen used in a fancy banquet which stretched itself infinitely outwards. The well carved wood shone slightly as the lanters hanging from the roof locked every inch of it in place. Several white plates were lined up for every available seat. A long line of empty chairs and white plates stretched like a sort of road on each side. Were they having a dinner party of sorts? He walked alongside Firnell towards the end, watching all the empty seats pass by, until finally finding three people on the other end. The first was a tall bald man. He wore a black robe with some dark brown stripes vertically crossing over it. A heartfelt smile was resting beneath his glittering blue eyes and heavy wrinkles. This guy must be quite old, yet he still held a youthful aura. Next to him was a blond haired lady. First thing you would notice would be her tight dark blue dress, displaying the subtle curves undernath. Working their magic onto any who passed. Easily enticing any man foolish enough to not remove his gaze in due time. A light set of make-up covered her exquisite facial features, helping to line out her green eyes with two black circles. The last one was a girl looking a little like an older version of Firnell. They shared many of the same traits, only, she gave of a more womanly charm. They both closed more and more in, making all three look in their direction. Noticing their daughter dragging poor Michael alongside her, the first one who chose to speak was the mother. "My god, you sure are forceful when finding something you like, my dear." Changing her gaze from her daughter to Michael, a seductive smile bloomed on her face. "And you must be sir Marss. My daughter tells me you have an affinity towards the element of gold. Is this right?" Michael gave her a warm smile back. A sincere energy was emitted from it, successfully masking his thoughts. ''First thing she asks me about is the gold affinity?'' "Ah, yes. That is true. Well, I also have some other''s, but they don''t really matter that much." She graced the palm of her hand against her smooth white cheeks, appearing much more interested in him. Following every move he made. However, before she had the opportunity to continue, the husband merely laughed at the scene. Waving his big hands towards them. "You sure are in a hurry, dear. Let the children sit down first!" Hearing her father speak made Firnell blush more. Silently sitting down on the opposite side of her parents and sister. Michael just follow suit, dragging out the chair next to her. "I...I turned eighteen last month, father! P..Please stop calling me a child!" Although shy, she looked back at the bald man with some resentment and unfairness. He only smiled softly at her, quickly moving over to Michael, who his wife and eldest daughter were currently eyeing down. His voice was deep, but held a hint of welcoming within. It helped ease his mind a little. "Sir Marss. It is an honor to finally meet you." Michael nodded at him, tucking his fingers togheter while leaning both elbows on each side of the white plate before him. "Likewise, sir....?" "Haha, you may call me Branson. Or of course, father if you wish." Trying not to break the iron smile he currently had carved out, Michael let two different sets of thoughts run separately through his mind and mouth. ''What the hell?'' "A..ah, then sir Branson, It is my pleasure." Seeing Michael going for the first one, his smile weakened a little, but not enough to make any noticable difference. Immediately after, the wife began to question him again. Wanting to continue with their previous conversation. "So, Marss darling. You said you have other essence affinities? Please, I would love to hear more about it." she followed up with a small wink and a last sentence. Now waiting for him to answer. "And yes, you can just call me Lissanna. Or mom, if that is what flows better." After hearing her question, he turned his eyes towards Firnell''s quiet older sister, which was currently starring at him as if she was possessed. It was the sort of gaze the paintings from the hall gave him. Unfeeling, yet very eager. "Well, Miss Lissanna. I have a affinity towards wind, darkness, ice and blood too. However, I never really meditate much on any of them." He was planning on seeing her reaction, but was left speechless when all three were widened their eyes. Looking at him down like a incredible gold trophy. Lissanna leaned forward and crossed her leggs. Seemingly even more interested in him now. Too bad she wasn''t able to ask anything, as three servants walked in from now where, each carrying a silver plate filled with some sort of steaming meat. The plates were placed down in between each of the dinnerware. Making sure that everyone could easily access each dish. Branson''s smile returned it''s former glorious radiance, looking at Marss while the servants speedily left. "Sir Marss, as you are our guest, you may pick first." Only nodding back at him, Michael stretched his body out with a plate in hand. Throwing a fairly sized piece of beef onto it with his fork. After retracted, the rest began to fill their own. Shoving their plates full like a bunch of wolfs. Seeing that everyone began to intently eat, Michael slowly cut a piece of with the fork he used to retrieve with. Taking a small dice of the tender steak into his watering mouth. The meat slowly entered, and a soft yet warm feeling danced over his tounge. The fragnant sauce, and the grand aroma emitted from the food amplified all his tastebuds, making the slice he chewed on quickly fly down into his stomach. Michael''s suspicions were slightly lessened as he swallowed. Firnell''s family was not like the other ones he had met as young, but they at least knew how to please their guest''s. Satisfied with the food, he removed any thoughts on holding back. Planning to devour everything and mabye some more. ''This is actually quite goo...'' However, before he could finish his thoughts, the system began to talk in his mind. [New genetic code stored!] A weird smile seemed formed on his previously satisfied face, as the suspicions feeling once more krept up behind him. ''What? Was there some sort of rare animal meat I ea...'' [Gentic storage: Wood elf(new)] He could not stop himself from throwing his eyes wide open as he looked down at the translucent screen which overshadowed his plate. As his eyelids hit their limits, a familiar gaze surrounded his body again. It was the same one he felt from the maids when first arriving. Looking up, The mother, father, and sister were stiffly smiling at his shocked expression. Their eyes all wriggled in different directions. Formin the familiar crescent moon he had seen on Firnell not too long ago. His pupils shrunk drastically, making all of them stare deeper at him. Their pupils were the only parts of their body which was currently moving, as it could be seen trembling within each of their twisted eyes. He saw Lissanna''s smile was strengthened every passing second. Her facial muscles shook as it rapidly grew in lenght. "Is the food not to your liking, Sir Marss?" 36 The Lesson "Is something wrong, Sir marss?" Michael snapped back to reality, noticing that everyone were currently looking worriedly at him. "S...Sir Marss?" He turned to his side, noticing Firnell stare worryingly at him with a slightly tearful gaze. The blue eyes shimmered benath the radiating lanters hanging from above, making him fully realize his sudden change. ''Did all that happen in my head?'' Michael tapped Firnell''s shoulder while brightly smiling at her, trying to ease her growing unease. "I only spaced out for a second! No need to worry." Seeing him smile like this, she retracted the previous expression and replaced it with the usual blush. Turning back towards her plate. Looking back at the rest of her family, they also seemed to calm down. Not dwelling on what had been done much longer. Trying to reignite the flames of joy, Lissanna began to speak to him once more. Bringing up a rather different topic than one would expect. "Sir Marss, tell me, which one of my daughters do you find the most appealing?" As she said these words, the familiar seductive smile slowly bloomed on her face. Aiming both the marked green pearls at him. Wanting to see which one he would choose to look at. Not falling for this sort of trick, Michael winced at her while rubbing his chin. "You see, Miss Lissandra. I have neither spoken to your eldest daughter before, nor do I know her name. As such, Firnell will naturally be my first choice." Everyone at the table smiled, including the sister who had not uttered a single word until now. "Ho? Then you wouldn''t mind if we left you two alone for a while?" Hearing this, both parents smiled at each other. "You are right, Fiorell. We should let them be as of now." The father was the first one to followed up. "You are right, dear. Let us leave them alone." As Lissanna finished up, the trio pushed their chairs back and stood up. Not planning on staying here with them any longer "It was a pleasure meeting you, Marss darling. May we meet again." She spoke for the other two, now walking away from the table. Following the line towards the door he and Firnell had come from. Seeing them slowy leave, the girl next to him began to blush even more. Not sure how to go on from here. "I...I am very happy you t..took your time meeting them..." Her eyes glistened with the constant build-up of tears, making them shine like blue crystals reflecting the rays of yellow light. "S...Sir Marss. If you would like...W...We can go to my room..." A soft pant escaped from her small mouth as she continuously stuttered. The warm pockets of air kept hitting his face as she unconsciously leaned closer. ''This girl sure is different today.'' "I would be honored. Please, show the way." She weakly smiled at him through the tomato red face, placing her hand onto his and leading him away. Firnell lead him towards the door which they originally came from, the one filled with all those strange paintings. She placed her hand on the solid door knob, and it slowly opened. Giving of a stirring creaking sound as it moved. Seeing the familiar hall once more, now lighted up by the dinning room''s powerful lanters, he got a better look inside. However, what came was not as expected. ''Where did all the paintings go?'' Right now, the only thing filling the dim corridor was the familiar row of candles. The previous images were no longere there for display. ''Did those three remove them when they left?'' Before Michael had another chance to dwell on this, he saw the girl infront of him stare confusingly at him. "Is something wrong, Sir Marss?" Seeing her expression, he could only lay the thoughts in the back of his mind, Giving her the usual calm smile. "No, no. There is nothing wrong." A touched look was eminent on her face, and she once more pulled him away. Exiting this haunted passage, they then walked up towards the first floor near the entrance of this place. Finishing the flight of stairs, Michael looked around to see if anything noticeable changes had happened here too. The same human shaped stautes were still spread around the room. However, now resembling a sort of maze. ''Wasn''t there also league''s of maids and servants here just a few minutes ago? Did something else come up mabye?'' Firnell noticed his sudden change, and instead of trying to ask what was wrong again, she lightly dragged his hand towards a new set of wooden steps. Most likely leading to the second floor where her living quarter would be. "M..My room is just up here. I''m sorry if it''s tiring to walk. B..But my dad likes when it''s s..spacey, a..and.." ''Why is this girl always explaining herself? Well, whatever.'' "Don''t think about. Let''s just go." He took the first move onto it, wanting her to calm down a little. Watching Michael act so relaxed eased the growing worry within her, and she followed his example. They ascended up to the second floor. Very alike the first one, there was a couple of stone statues stationed around. However, these looked much more aged and cracked than the ones benath. What kind of material were they made of? Other than them, some more doors and stairs occupied the rest of the available space. ''This really looks like some sort of labyrinth. Which door leads to her room?'' "This way, Sir Marss. It''s the one to our left!" Happily leading him to the closest door, he noticed that this one had a finer texture than the rest. Alongside the texture, there was also a small blue letter imprinted in the middle of it. Most likely signifying her name. "My room is a little messy, so I hope you can looked past some of it." The door opened, and he saw the interior. A large bed covered 1/5 of the available space. The rest was made up by some closets and a small bench with a chair. Her room was dark, but not reaching the level where you would''t be able to navigate inside. Besides, a bunch of bubble shaped lanters, similar to the ones in the dinning hall were attatched to the walls. If anything, you could just turn some on. "Your room looks like any other one, Firnell." She did not answer, only walking in the direction of the large bed, silently sitting on it. After comfortably positioning herself, she shyly looked up towards Michael. Tapping the side next to her as she delicately whispered. "Y..You can s..sit down if you want, S..Sir Marss." Seeing the woman in front signaling him like this, a small fire started to light up inside of his belly. ''This one is for you Marss!'' He walked towards Firnell, who shyed more away whenever he significantly closed in on the bed. Finally there, he placed his body next to hers as he sat down. A small silence lingered in the dark room for a short while. That is, until Firnell decided to break it "C..Can y..ou lay on the b..bed for a second?" Seeing how she mumbled, the fire inside kept growing stronger. Now dousing his body together with a mind washing feeling. It felt like his brain was drowned little by little. ''I wonder.. When did I start to feel emotions towards other people again?'' He climbed further towards the center, laying there with both arms and legs spread out. While watching Michael do so, Firnell''s heavy breathing seemed to turn into a quickening panting. The hurried exhaling warmed up the atmosphere even further. "Please, Sir Marss. Can you stay like this for me?" She turned herself towards his lying body. Crawling on all four while continuing to pant. The turquoise robe she wore was barely visible in the dark room, but it made her figure all the more alluring. At last, she stopped her movements and sat on top of him. Looking down at his face with the beautiful blue eyes. Both the glowing gems illuminated the steams of vapor which rapidly emerging from her mouth. Their eyes were now locked onto each other, not changing direction im the least. As they kept starring at each other, Firnell''s robe seemed to loosen a little, as she slowly reached her hands next to the pillow Michael rested his head on. "This is my first time, Sir Marss. I hope you can be gentle with me..." Her robe finally fell off. And even though it was dark, her slim and bewitching figure could still be made out. ''Was it thanks to you, Marss? That I was able to put so much faith in another person again?'' Her body krept closer to his, while at the same time firmly positioning itself on top. She slowly raised her hands to the back side of her head. Pushing all of the long blond hair out of the way. "You know, Sir Marss. My sister also brought home a certain someone not too long ago. A transfer student if you would..." She leaned forwards, dragging her descending hands towards his chest. Her thin seductive figure swung back and forth as she moved. "He had rather dark hair, so I felt a little uncomfortable talking to him.. But my sister still chose that guy..." Their eyes were still bound togheter, and the small hands now rested themselves on top of his chest. Her face came closer to his own, until the flickering eyes were only a few millimeters away. The steamy hot breath continuously brushed against his lips, further fueling the growing flames. With a soft whisper, she continued to speak while leaning more of her weight onto his torso. "And although the ears were rather sharp, his meat was very tender. Don''t you think so too?" He was planning on asking what she meant, but a weak itch emerged in the center of his body. Tilting his head away from her eyes. Michael saw both of her delicate fingers holding onto some sort of long needle, which was currently sinking further into the place where his heart was positioned. He tried to speak, but found out that his lips refused to budge. Only being able to force his head back up. Seeing her once more, he watched as both her eyes began to noticeably contort themselvs into two abnormally wide cresent moons. Her lips formed themselves into a weird smile which kept growing, until reaching the tip of her earlobes. As the smile grew, the skin surrounding the lips cracked a little, causing small lines of red to stream down her jaw. The previous light panting was split up in several sections, as every breath was now filtered through her spacy and deformed yellow teeth. She removed one of her hands from the needle, stretching it in the direction of his face. Her now wrinkled palm graced itself over his cooling cheeks. The rough texture burried itself agains the skin, causing a sickly feeling to seep into his very being. While it spread out, Michael found his consciousness dim a little for each passing second. He heard Firnell speak once more before his vision completely darkened. The once mellow and sweet voice she held had become much deeper and haggars. Sounding like two hags were speaking over each other. "Thank you, Sir Marss.." Her facial featues continued to twist, and several wrinkles started to form on the stretched skin. Her eyes seem to dim alongside his own, following every movement he made. "Thank you for being my first...." 37 Shaken Awake ''W...What happend? Where am I?'' Michael came back to reality from what felt like an incredibly weird and lifelike nightmare. Slowly opening his eyes, he first found himself hanging half naked from a ceiling, tied down by several weirdly colored chains. The naturally generated black shirt he usually wore had been ripped half off, leaving a part of his top to combat the chilly air alone. ''What..What is this?!'' He tried to get a better grasp of his environment, but his vision had not yet adjusted itself. All he could do was hear some faint arguing between a an unkown amount of people. "You are telling me that the ''Uncharged soul spike'' only managed to penetrate his skin?!" Some gruff male voice was shaking inside his eardrums, but was soon held down by a lighter, more feminine tone which shortly followed after it. "Yes, it wouldn''t go any deeper no matter where she hammered it. But the poison seemed to have done it''s work, and although he still breathes, we can finish the ritual while he is bound in those ''Cronotite chains''." His eyes regained more clarity each time the strange metal binding around his body rattled together. The powerful sound helped remove the numming sensation laying itself over his mind. "Looks like he is waking up..." Now, clearly seeing his environment, Michael found himself in some sort of large metal room. Very similar to the one Jenkins had in the dungeon. Before him stood two people. Both of them held rsther familiar characteristic, yet were dressed a little different than he could remember. The first one was Branson, Firnell''s father. He was now wearing some sort of weird cloak covered in drawings of eyeballs and candles. His usual smile was also not there any longer. Currently replaced by a angered and dissatisfied reversed half moon. Next was his blonde haired wife, who unlike him, only wore some tight black leather. kind of a strange choice actually. However, as he starred at her weird costume, Lissanna felt his gaze travel over her cothing, and she quickly turned towards him. "Oh, good morning, Darling. How was your sleep?" Hearing the alluring voice and seeing the usual smile, he neither answered, nor changed his expression. Indifferently looking back into her green eyes. Seeing that he did not struggle or question any of them, her seductive smile was strengthened, showing the pearly white row of teeth hiding behind her lips. "I am sure you want an explanation, Marss darling. And I will surely give you one.." However, before she could continue, Branson interrupted her. "Why are you even talking to him? There is no need to.." Lissanna frowned and starter speaking over him. Not tolerating his actions in the least. "Oh calm down. Knowing what choice he will make won''t change anything. Mabye he will be even more co-operative this way too." Looking back at his hanging body, she once more spoke in a calm and seductive manner. "You may want to know why we have you hanging there, Darling. But first things first." "When Firnell told me she had found a man with the affinity of gold, I could almost not belive it. I mean, those kinds of things are very hard to obtain!" Her smile was steadily rising. Growing more emporing and euphoric as she kept going. "And not only that, you also have four other ones!" She dragged her hand through the long blond hair, removing any rouge follicles from her face. Allowing the ecstatic smile to shine throughout the empty metal room. "The reason we were so happy with your arrival is beacuse, you see, our clan is in possession of a very special technique. It allows us a chance to gain the affinity of another person. Only..." She pointed her hand towards him. Childishly grinning ever so triumphantly while positioning herself in a more victorious pose. "It will drain all the life force from the sacrifice. However, there sadly is no guarantee it will work.." Michael narrowed his eyebrows at her. Even though he was angered beyond reason, there was also something he wanted answered. "And what if your demonic ritual fail then, Mrs Lissanna?" Hearing him speak, a blush was formed onto both her pale cheeks. She tied both arms around her waist while starring at his stiff frown. "Well, you see, Marss darling. Affinities who are strongly present inside someones body have a small chance to be passed onto their offspring. As such..." His frown deepend slightly as he heard her words, and he lightly fought agains the chains tying his body. Looking at his effortless struggle, she looked a little saddened, yet also with a hint of mockery. "Don''t be like that, Marss darling. Did I not ask which one of my daughters you preferred the most?" Lissanna held up one of her gloved hands. Softly snapping two of her leather covered fingers. The snap echoed into the dark room. Reaching every corned available before coming back. As the sound died down, a small set of footsteps could be faintly heard coming from behind both her and Branson. A small line of turquoise robed women were now standing at their backs. Like a squadron of loyal soldiers. Looking through the robed visitors, Michael found two familiar faces once again. The girl who took him here, Firnell, had her normal facial features now. She was standing right next to her more mature sister, both smiled at him with the same expression their mother had. Actually, all the women had such smiles. Making the only thing which split them appart the rest of their features. He looked through all of them, noticing that some shared the appearance of a couple maids he had seen when first arriving. Lissanna saw how he eyed down everyone of with a netrual, yet angry gaze. Feeling a little betrayed by his bland reaction. "Oh, don''t be like that, Marss darling. Are you not even a little happy about the sweet band I have prepared for you?" She seem to think of something while her last sentence finished it''s journey throughout the room. The unkown thought sunk into the depths of her mind, making her previously rosy cheeks now as red as Firnell''s usual ones. The weak smile was evolving into a sort of possessed and frantic grin. Licking her lips while she immersed herself further into the idea. And finally, as it burried itself into the consciousness, her eyes fully opened up. Glueing themselves on his body. Her new persona gave off a feeling of mad worship and excitement. "Or..do you perhaps want me to join in, Marss darling?!" She began to pant heavily as her cheeks further reedend. Not removing her eyes from him. He was going to answer, but the husband was the first one to speak. "Good! I have not enjoyed myself in a long time." The kind hearted smile aimed in his direction, and Branson softly spoke to him in a relaxed and excited tone. Michael erases his answer, now only watching the old man look back at him with a serioues expression. "I hope you do not disappoint neither me nor my wife, young man!" He didn''t know whetever to cry or laugh now. Only looking over the scene in front of him with wide eyes. ''What the f*** kind of place did I walk into?!'' Michael closed his eyes. Remebering the first day he had arrived into this world. Savoring the words given to him by the one who promised him a certain wish. Opening them once more, he looked back at the absurd scene. Reminiscing on the person he had been back on earth. "Have I fallen so low? Did I really change this much only because of the death of some foolish child?" His tired and self-belittling question made the surrounding people puzzled. "Marss darling, what are you talking about?" He looked towards Lissanna. Not knowing what to say back to her. The uncertainty grew into a mild smile. He looked at the stunning woman before him, and then at the rest of the girls. Of course, ignoring Branson. "I am very grateful that you have given me all this, Lissanna." He returned his gaze back to hers, fully engraving the detailes of her red dimples and seductive smile into his mind. "I will be honest, My lady. Any man would be able to die fulfilled if given such a grand present..." She smiled deeper at him, brushing her hand onto the backside of the attire she currently wore. "Then let us not waste any more tim.." "However." He looked back at the small parade of fools lined before him. Replacing the image with one belonging to his mother and father, then one of his traitorous sworn brother. His mucles began to shake. Tightening the grip each chain had on his body. Lissanna unlocked part of her costume, exposing a bit of her soft back while looking at his constant trembling. She clicked her tounge at him and then continued to try and remove the rest. Seeing more of her body being exposed, his trembling only increased. "To think that all the experience and discipline I have acquired up till now would be so easily forgotten...." His dark gold eyes began to light up. Leaving glittering afterimages as he began to pull his arms against the chains. Everyone felt something was seemingly wrong. Why was he suddenly fighting so intensely back? "Marss darling, those chains are specially made so that magic and energy can''t be used. You won''t be able to escape." The absolute certainty withing Lissanna''s voice made everyone calm down a little, silently ridiculing his wasted effort. However, he only looked back at her with a further angered expression. One belonging to a humiliated and angered beast. His entire body tightened itself, making the well defined mucles steadily expand. They witnesed this alongside the two balck horns which were crunching themselvs out on each side of his head. It slowly removed their confidence and replaced it with an urgent desire to run. However, before any of them could turn around, Michael spoke one last time. The voice was now not only much deeper, But the irises in his enlarged themselves slowly. Soon showcased a vertically slit lines resting within. "Wasting time like this would be something Marss would have done. But I..." The metal binding him started to slowly bend and crack as his body grew in size. "I AM MICHAEL!" The chains holding his arms in place crumbled beneath the sudden growth spurt. Only levitating in the air thanks to the lose ones swirling around the rest of his body. [Ability activated!] [Aspect of the tainted: Call forth the power from every bloodline mixed within your blood. Transforming you into the tainted beast of pure power.] 38 Graceful [Aspect of the tainted activated!] [New abilites gained while transformed!] [Extendable Body: User can stretch out his limbs into any desired direction. While stretched, the limbs will be harder to control. Range is limited to users height.] [Roar Of Dissaray: Your roar will cause the brain of surrounding creatures to go into auncontrollable mode of panic. Only works on those weaker than user.] [Hypodermic Hairs: Your hide is covered in microscopic needles. They will dig into any prey who is both foolish and weak enough to fight you head on.] [Draconic scales: Ward of weaker magic and energy attacks with ease. Stronger ones will not be negated, only weakened.] [Devil''s enzyme: All fluids will cause foreign proteins and cells to rapidly dissolve.] The sick family could only watch as Michael''s body began to uncontrollably bulge up. His tall figure quickly started to reach a height of nine meters. The arms and legs grew in thickens and size, letting out grotesque breaking noises as they lengthened. The destroyed black clothing covering his body began to merge with the skin, slowly spreading and turning into a mixture of dark red scales and sickly green hide. Several more horns started shooting out of his skull. All bending in different directions, like a sort of ruined fork, or rather, a pair of ruined antlers. As the thorns firing out of his black hair balanced themselvs over the widening shoulders, the eyes began to morph. The slit pupil expanded itself togheter with the rest of his socket. Creating two void holes which allowed him to see every nearby object clearly. The face started to slightly stretch outwards. Taking on the shape of a mixture between a werewolf and a dragon. It did not go far, as the jaw retracted itself a little bit every time it suddenly jumped out. But when calmed down, the mouth began to bend and stretch itself like rubber, ending up in the shape of a mad smile. Fully displaying the row of red glassy teeth making their home inside. His hands and feet grew several new fingers and toes. All having their own crooked red nails aiming down attrhe floor. While the rest of his body shook and enlarged itself, four bone spikes were making their way out of his shoulder blades. It looked like they were going to form into an individual set of wings, but each pair slowly stopped, only sprouting limited amounts of scales and feathers onto the handles. Making them resemble four war torn lances which had been forcefully nailed into his flesh Michael''s transformation slowly made its final augmentations, fully exhibiting the inhuman abomination standing proudly before these ungrateful weaklings. A short silence took over after the brutal cracking sounds disappeard. Allowing the image of the scaly and furry Michael to fully sink into their minds. Scanning everything from the ripped antlers, to the four different red and green spikes of bone ejecting out of his back. They aimed themselves towards the realm of the gods. Threatening to one day shatter their false kingdoms. Michael exhaled deeply through his maw. The air current flowing out rippled through his malformed fangs, traveling over the mixture of red plates and green hair laying over his skin. The main body retained a humanoid appearence, only hunching a little bit forwards. Mabye due to the large mucles that coiled around each of the sprouting nails. The legs and arms were equally as massive as the rest, having the tissue underneath protected by a new type of armour. The hands were thick and leathery. Similar to the ones you would find on a giant gorilla. Only the crooked shrapnel resting on the tip on each of his thirteenth fingers would make you think otherwise. The nails resting on his toes were diggin into the metal floor. Marking their territory with every movement made. "NoT bAD..." The deformed voice almost popped the eardrums of his spectators. It darted into the depths of the room, lingering inside the stretched out metallic darkness. Lissanna looked at the monster standing before her. Making the woman shake uncontrollably as she looked into it''s hollow eye sockets. "Don''t just stand there! Attack!!" She screamed out while starring at him. Signaling the women behind her to engage this monstrosity. "A...Also, bring the rest of the elders here!!" After that, she rappidly retreated behind the line made up of robed women. Pulling her two daughters alongside her as they ran in the opposite direction. ... Michael only watched them flee with his void eyes. Not carring much as they would be dealt with eventually. Looking back at the row of women, and of course, Branson. Something resembling a smile formed itself on his outstretched fangs. "ANy LaST wOrDs?" knowing that there was no longer any opportunity to escape, everyone stretched out each of their slender hands and chanted something different. Hopelessness was traveling with each and every chant said. . "Earth Magic: Stone slugshot!" "Earth Magic: Rock bullet!" "Earth Magic: Edged impaler!" . "Sand Magic: Sand Binding!" "Metal Magic: Metal restraints!" "Earth Magic: Earth Sink!" . All kinds of flashy dirt attacks hit his body with loud booms. A sound similar to several boulders being crushed resonated into the barren area, while at the same time causing the dust particles generated from each impact to slowly cover his body. Not seeing any movement from within the airborn dirt particles, one of the girls nervously muttered. "D..Did we get him?" But from within the smokescreen, a weak, yet powerful laughter caused the metal beneath their feet to painfully vibrate. Hurting their bones as it climbed up their legs, and up to the head. "hahAhAHAHA" Hearing this, no one bothered to attack again, some even straight up passed out or urinated themselves. "iS tHaT tHE BESt YoU GOt?" A large black spear with several crooked blades was launched out of the dissipating fog. Impaling several of the people standing there. Not even retracting his grotesque arm, Michael then swung it up in the air, letting the victims be dragged down by the air flow. He then halted the ascent, proceeding to slam his hand back down to the floor. Turning the girls attatched to his fingers into a dense liquid while the rest sunk into the metal. Creating a large slap imprint where he hit. Forever signify that he was the one responsible for this clan''s downfall. The rest of the women watched as their friends and sister turned into pasty mud. Removing any remaining luster in their eyes. Quickly, Michael once more stretched his arm towards a bunch of panic stricken girls, collectiong as many as he could into the palm of his expanding hand and pressed down with a large smack. After crushing the air, a bunch of crackling sounds filled the area, and it came alongside several beams of red that wildly shot out into every direction. Looking at the scene before them, the remaining clansmen began to run away into the darkness. "NoT sO FAsT!" Michael quickly retracted his arms like two rubber bands, then shooting them out again to his sides. As they reached their limit, he then flung them togheter, scooping up every one of the running fools into his embrace and smashing them into bits. Pulling his arms back, he watched the gory scene laying before him. Noticing that the only survivers had either passed out or gone mad with fear, trembling where they sat. To those who regained some sanity and tried to run away, Michael shot out boulder sized clusters of spit at them. And after getting hit, their bodies would start to quickly dissolve into jelly. Of course, he did not forget Branson. And right after dealing with the ones who chose to move, he turned his twisted face towards his shaking figure. Seeing the beast turn in his direction, Branson began to stutter and beg while a wet puddle flowed out down from his knees. "W..Wait, Marss! I..I will tell you anything you want!! Please spare my life!" The familiar deformed smile found it''s home on his stretched jaw again. Forever growing more powerful as he heard the lingering of the mans voice in his ears. "ThEN LeT Us sIT DOwN, BrANsOn." .... Lissanna was currently opening a large metal door on the other side of the room. Both her daughter were panting heavily, exhausted by the sudden marathon they had to participate in. After arriving here, several anguished screams and mad laughters echoed towards their location. Further sending the trio into panic. While their mother madly fiddled with the last few mechanisms on the door, Firnell tried talking to her through her exasperated breathing. "M..Mom, what about father?" She did not turn around, only madly shouting at her while clicking her finger into the compact steel. "You two are my first priority, and that will always be as such!" After finishing, the door began to vibrate. Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned towards her daughter to talk properly. "I don''t know who that kid is, but we definitely messed up this time. Firnell, you must know that I do not blame you. However, we must inform the elders of the clan at once!" Firnell looked at her mother''s serioues expression. Tears of worry began to fall down her rosy cheeks. "O..Ok. B..But you a..are coming with us. R...Right, M..Mom?" Lissanna saw her daughter''s tears fall down from her glittering eyes. Only mildly smiling at her while directing her voice to the eldest sister. "Fiorell, you are now responsible." She did not answer, only sighing while looking at her increasingly more tearful younger sister. "NO! MOM, PLEASE COME WITH US!" The small tears turned into small waterfalls. Her eyes reddend and her face paled. Not seeing why her mother had to stay here. "Take her and go to the carrige in front of the house, Fiorell. I cannot risk that thing chasing the two of you to delil city..... You must tell the clan everything that happened here, is that clear?" She threw a small pendand to her, then pushing them both out of the half open door. Feeling her mother''s push, Firnell cried harder and tried to struggle against her. "NONONO! I WON''T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!" She tried to fight, but her elder sister began to pull on her robe. Dragging the little girl alongside her. Watching Firnell so sad, she also started to feel tears build up inside her eyes, and forcefully exited the door. Seeing them both leave like this, Lissanna smiled while a drop of water crawled down her cheek. She closed her eyes, and heavily slammed the door shut. All the mechanisms clicked back togheter when it stopped moving. Leaving her alone with the beastly creature. After starring at the door for a while, a set of elegant footsteps grew louder as they came in her direction. Forcing her to turn around. She looked into the deep dark while pulling up her leather suit once more. Making it fully tighten around her body. After seeing that it sat properly, she opened the palm of her left hand while silently whispering something to herself. "Silver Magic: Cursed beast''s bane" A beautiful metallic cross sword slowly formed in her hand. As it took shape, weak silver sparkles swirled around the blade. Forming a giltering halo which lit up the surroundings. When the light covered her figure, a delicate set of footsteps closed in on her location, and she slowly got to see the approaching figure. A tall man wearing some black clothes was unhurriedly walking towards her. As he came closer, the two large horns on his head became more increasingly more discernible thanks to her glowing weapon. Lissanna steeled her expression while watching out for any sudden movements. Finally, the figure was fully visible, making her narrow her sharp yellow eyebrows togheter. The once small Marss seemed to have grown exponentially from last time. Even dwarfing her by almost a half a meter. Unease and fear slithered up her determined face. And as it slowly did, the demon before her softly began to smile. The sudden change in his expression caused her to lightly jump backwards while trembling a little. Not knowing what he was planning on doing. "Oh, Lissanna darling. You don''t have to worry. It''s just me, your dear Marss!" She backed away until hitting the door behind her. Only capable of readying herself with the blade. "You will never get my daughters!" Hearing her aggressive and determined statement made him stop in place. It also further strengthened his smile, allowed the sharp white teeth to reflect back the silver glow. He took a small step forwards while at the same time stretching his muscular arms out. "Oh, Lissanna my dear. I don''t care about them right now...." His frame suddenly dissapeard from where he just stood like a yellow flash. Leaving her alone with an increasingly panicked feeling that rooted itself into every fiber of the fearful body. Looking around the darkness, she was unable to find anything. However, as Lissanna leaned against the door, a black shadow teleported in front of her. Slamming a part of itself against the ancient metal. The loud noise generated by the impact rang all the way to the end of the deep room and back. The wide eyed woman trembled as she looked up from the black clothing leaning against her. Seeing a well built arm resting near her head. It was steadily sinking into the magical steel that made up the only entrance to this place. Tilting her shaking head further up, she saw the demonic grin containing all the jagged teeth, only standing a couple of inches away from her forehead. Two gold lanters eyed her down as the weak breath blew her hair behind her head. "How about we have a gooD lonG taLk, oR wHAt dO YoU SAY...?" The deep voice grew more deformed and unreadable while the body twisted and contracted itself. Clearly registering what he said, Lissanna''s pupils started to shrink in fear as she watched the two golden eyes steadily disappear into some sort of black hole.Consuming every color found in the two growing voids. While the light emitted from her blade was sucked away, she tried to say something, but her sanity corroded away before she could hear any answer. "P...Please spare me.." 39 Burn Deep within a mansion belonging to the ''Earth boar clan'', a long cave flowed into the depths of the underground. The air was bad, moist and smelled very earthy, not welcoming even its owners. But despite of how rotten it was, the stretched out tunnel was still lit up by some glass lanterns. Brightening both the stone walls and the mood if only slightly. On the end of this endless passage laid a giant silver door. Built by their predecessors who once carved this place out. The solid steel was made by a combination of two magical metals called ''Cronotite'' And ''Kintiem''. The first one is silver in color, and does not reflect light. For it is capable of dispersing and absorbing energy to strenghten itself. The enegy absorbtion of course, has a limit. When reached, the excess power will be sendt into the environment. Irradiating it. This may cause small mutations to occur in the organic life which surrounds it. There is also a limit to how much energy it can take before crumbling. The last one has a darker colour, and excels at dispersing and balancing kinetic energy over it''s surface. Compared to the usually lighter ''Cronotite'' It is much heavier, and even harder to mix with other metals. As it disperses energy, the metal will be temporarily weakened, and it can only hold onto a limited amount. However, the more you have, the more punishment it can receive. Shields belonging to rich noble families are often made out of this metal. Right now, several shockwaves were hammering through exactly this alloyed door. Causing the entire cave to tremble beneath the endless assault. After a while, small dents began to appear on it, twisting the smooth metal in several different directions. The dents continued to reproduce, every new one always deeper than the last. Finally, with a last powerful hit, the door was forcefully sendt flying into the other side. Completely destroying the earth which previously surrounded it. After the embedding itself into the cave wall, sending a powerful quake up to the surface, a shadow could be seen exiting from the opening. The slightly more discernible figure was around two meters tall, having a head of thick black hair and two horns sprouting out. It wore some sort of black clothing covering the legs and upper body. While walking out, Michael held onto two unconscious bodies with his large hand. Stringing the textile they wore onto one of his sharp fingers. The first body you would notice was the one wearing a bloody yellow robe with weird eyeballs imprinted on it. Worn by a heavily bruised bald man. His face was beyond recognition, batterered blue with a large collections of claw marks running down the rest of his exposed skin. The other figure was much better off. Lissanna still had her normal appearence, only, two rivers of red flowed down from her bleeding ears. Michael took a look at the unconscious woman for a second, reevaluating what he had chosen to do. ''I only wanted to knock her out, but I think using [Roar of Disarray] six times fried her brain..'' ''Well, who cares. I bet the people who ended up on their plates are thanking me." He ignored them both and continued to walk deeper into the barely lit cave passage. After effortlessly dragging the pair away, Michael finally found a set of stairs. Leading up to what he estimated to be the surface. While rising up, the bodies constantly hit against the wooden steps. Making small *dong* sounds each time he ascended higher. ''Wonder what''s happening outside..'' ..... "T...This..." Michael had exited the underground lair, now greeted by a desolate flatland. The entrance he came out of seemed to be connected to mansion, but he found himself standing between a bunch of half burnt rubble. Spread around the scorched earth laid heaps of small stone and plank shards. Most likely originating from the hundres of statues pilled inside every room of the previously unscratched villa. He was planning on leaving, but overheard some loud shouting which came in his direction. "FOUR F***NG DAYS MICHAEL?? WHAT THE ACTUAL F****! DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO COME LOOK FOR YOU???" The blond haired Jenkins was currently stumbling towards him through the rubble. Kicking away any burnt pieces standing in his way. As he finally found himself before Michael, the elf looked down at the bleeding bodies silently laying on the chipped ground. "Looks like you did well here. You may thank me now by the way!" Jenkins sourly puffed his chest out while closing closing his eyes. Waiting for a round of praise and thanks. However, Michael only starred weirdly at him. Not knowing what this guy''s deal was. "What do you mean?" Jenkins stopped posing, now looking angrily at the ogre while crossing his arms. "I hooked you up with the second heir to this prestigious cannibalistic, nymph cult and you dare give such an ungrateful reply?!" "What? You knew?!" "Don''t play dum, you monkey shaped cow! Of course I knew!" Michael felt a weak anger rise from within, but suppressed it down with the increasing difficulty to understand. "Why did you do this?" Jenkins starred at him, narrowing his eyes even further. Judging his very existence with every passing second. "I noticed that the Michael which I allied myself with that faithful day started to fade away." "The eyes you had back then, before being possessed by that ''Marss'' guy, was the eyes of a capable and trustworthy man!" "However..." Jenkins''s anger seemed to almost fume over as he looked at Michael. "Where did all of these useless emotions come from?! Peh! I always knew you weren''t that kind of ignorant fool!" Michael wanted to talk back to him, but Jenkins only screamed louder. "YOU AND I MICHAEL! We have things to do..." The deep feminim voice calmed itself. Growing more masculine as Jenkins''s expression darkened. He blended into the destroyed background while emitting a aura of death and neutrality. "And one of them is not wasting time playing around with useless people." Michael looked back at the golden haired elf. Although what he said was exaggeration it a little, his words had a dark logic behind them. Feeling defeated and ashamed once again, Michael looked him straight in the eyes. Understanding what he meant. "Sorry." Satisfied with what the asnwer he was given, Jenkins nodded his head. Then turning the amber eyes to the passed out couple. "They are the leaders of the branch sect staying in ''Bell city''. The clan''s headquarter is rooted in Delil.." Michael agreed with his eyes, starting to remember the two girls who ran away. "Is that so. Did you stop the two who escaped?" Looking back at the ogre, Jenkins gave him a weird look while crossing his arms. "What? No. You can deal with your girlfriend by yourself." "She isn''t my girlfriend!" "Well, you at least slept with the harem of weirdos here before killing them, right?" "....." "Right.....?" "Well, I.." He was planning on replying, but a small ball of spit hit his black shirt. "CHE! I cannot belive such an incompetent individual actually dare to waste my time like this!" Michael looked at him with a complicated and insulted expression. Very defiant of his criticism. "They were cannibals!" "But they were hot Michael! And it''s not like they would eat you while doing it." "These people only cut of remains which didn''t turn to stone, that is, after draining the victims of their attribute." "You are giving me too much information.." "Even if you don''t like what I am saying, we are bound to deal with these people sooner or later." Jenkins spun back to the unconscious bodies behind Michael. Scratching his long blond haie whike starting to talk once more. "Now tell me." He looked back at the horned boy, while at the same time pointing at them with the arm which just scratched his head. "Why are those two behind you still alive?" ... Lissanna slowly woke up from her slumber, finding herself locked in some sort of room alongside her healed up husband. "What is this place?" Her groggy voice spread into the unrecognizable environment, bouncing around as it pleased. As she continued to turn around, two figures appeared before her. The first one was some sort of elf, while the other was a familiar boy. Now, however, in a regular size and without any horns. She wanted to say something, but felt a type of restraint keeping her from talking. Looking down at her neck, there was a black choker which ran itself from the windpipe, and all the way around to the tip of her spine. While desperately plucking on the black line with her ichy fingers, a deep feminin yet masculine tone caught her attention. "Mabye you regained some of your intelligence back. However, only getting these two will not make me retract my previous statement." After the yellow haired demi human spoke, she heard the familiar voice of Marss enter her ears. "Doesn''t matter. This woman is sure to have some sort of intelligence network we can exploit. That is, if you haven''t already turn it to ash." Jenkins smiled while looking at the fearful girl sitting before him. Turning around and preparing to leave, yet not before muttering one last thing before disappearing. "Good job Michael." Hearing this, Michael smiled a little as he watched Lissanna sitting obediently on the floor. "You don''t have to be scared, Lissanna darling. ''You can speak now''." Hearing his command, she felt the choker loosen up, releasing her voice. Too terrified to lash out at him, she just silently ask while keeping her distance. "What do you want from me...?" Michael smile became even more terrific as he gave her a single command before turning around. Following after Jenkins''s footsteps. "Well, ''You will, from now on, be my eyes and ears. You will gather any and all intelligence I ask you for, and disobeying means instant death''." He rubbed his palm against the sharp chin. Thinking about something more. "And also, ''You will never betray me, and all underlings under you will be given the same [Slave Choker] you are currently wearing''." "If you find any information which may be useful in the future, all is to be given to me. Are we clear?" Hearing him finish talking, the choker around her neck brunt into the skin, and she helplessly nodded at him while choosing to accept her new faith. Seeing it work, he thdn threw a set of similar choker onto the floor, then leaving it with her alone in the dark. ... "Four days since I last was here eh?" Michael was currently entering the castle shaped academy once more. When he entered through the gate, several of the guards there nodded at him. Had his reputation as one of the vice principals apprentices spread? ''Jenkins said to postpone the original plan by a couple days so that I can spend time learning, but...'' While walking through the old brick halls, he slightly frowned each time he thought about what Jenkins ment. ''Doesn''t matter now. He is a special guy, really.." As he came closer to where his dorm was, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes. After fully seeing who it was, a familiar frame belonging to a half elf with brown hair entered his sight. This was Caleen, the top apprentices under the vice principal. Seeing that he recognized her, made a splendid smile blossom on her face. And although Caleen would usually be considered scary or bossy at times, she was rather charming when expressing happiness, as it would shine of her sharp facial features like sunlight. "It''s good to see that you''re back, Marss!" "Thank you, Senior apprenti.." "Caleen works!" "Caleen then. Was there a reason for you to show up here, or....?" Hearin what he said, she snapped out of the jolly fantasy clouding her mind. Proceeding to report what she came for. "Yes. Teacher was very satisfied with how you handled the wendigo and wants to host a small banquet for you initiation." Michael froze up after hearing this. Blankly starring at her for a while. "Now that you are here, we will hold it in two days. Don''t forget to wear something nice, and that you may bring two guests." After finishing, the half elf walked away. Leaving him standing there. ''It would be rude not to go, and I bet Jenkins would make quite the show. Also..." He went to door leading to his room and poured some energy into it. The mechanism unlocked itself, allowing him entry. When the door closed again, he saw a familiar woman sleeping on his bed. She had green skin and sharp nails, but even with all these weird looks, she was still shorter than his human sized form. Nemesis, who slept as peacefully as a flower, was suddenly woken up by the sound of the door. Feeling a little tired and startled, she looked towards Michael who was silently smiling at her waking figure. "Sorry for the disturbance." Fully recognizing that it was him, she also smiled back. Happy for his return. "You don''t have to think about it! Welcome back." As she stood up, Michael noticed that she now wore some regular clothes, similar to the ones the townsmen haf. All in all, consisting of s simple shirt and some pants. Feeling his gaze travel to her new attire, she immediately answered. "That damn el...I mean, sir Jenkins gave me these." Michael did not break his smile when hearing her unfinished first sentence, but inside he began to nervously chuckle. ''What was that?'' "Wonderful! However, we are getting you something fancier tomorrow. So bear with it for now." She seemed a little stunned by what he said, making her eyes almost pop out of her small head. But before she could ask what he meant by that, Michael once more began to speak. "Yes, and I almost forgot!" [Familiar status displayed] [Level:20/20 Max] [Name: Nemesis][Race: Hobgoblin] [Titles:Familiar of Michael] "Let me evolve you first!" Nemesis registered what he said, and her eyelids only further contracted. Fully absorbing every detail of the person standing there. Her body soon became embroiled in a warm green light, and as the image of Michael slowly dissapeared from her vision, a determined glint appeared inside her eyes. Sequences of how her tribe was constantly hunted down by different races played back to back. Eventually reaching the present day, where everyone except her had been brutally executed and tortured by some sort of black thunder storm. Remebering that faithful day, a sweet yet old feminin voice spoke to her before dissipating. It was filled with the compassion of a guardian, yet the spitefulness of a tortured wolf. "My daughter, you must avenge us.. You must avenge us.." A tear fell down from within the light, and she found herself silently mumbling something while while her consciousness faded away. "Mother...." "I definitely will.." And so the green sun took its first step towards the sky. The one who would one day bring drought and desolation upon those daring to go against it. 40 Education Right now, Michael could be found sitting firmly on top a wooden chair, seated before the desk in his room. Beside him laid several multicolored stacks of books, all covering different subjects. And of course, next to the pile was a small incubator. Lighting up each word printed on the aged paper. He had been reading several ones back to back while at the same time listening to Jenkins''s lecture going on from behind. ''The currency of this world consists of gold coins, silver coins, and bronze coins.'' ''One [Gold Coin] is worth a ten [Silver Coins]'' ''Meanwhile, one [Silver Coin] is worth one hundred [Copper Coins]'' While going through the information, a loud pitch made his mind crumbe. "Are you listening to me, Boy?!" The mellow voice always interrupted his train of thougt, spouting things he already knew. "You see Michael, ones internal energy is...is like a bunch of spoons!" "A ''solider'' can use his limited amount of power to create a tea spoon, while a ''general'' can summon a shovel!" "However, if a soldier has a good enough essence understanding, or has proficient knowledge on a practiced battle art, he can easily generate the same amount of power as the last guy''s shovel! Hell, mabye even more!" "There is also those who work on their body instead of energy.... But energy has more overall use." "Also, while we are talking about forming things. I know your [spirit] is powerful enough to suppress the transformations your body goes through whenever you evolve, but don''t ever walk outside with only that." "You only change your appearance, still leaving your aura with the same scent as a beast''s. Remember that this room is sealed, while the rest of the academy is free ground. Don''t want the owner of this place to catch onto us." "And with that, only ever go out after chewing on my shapeshifting pills! My alchemy skills are second rate, however, only and exalted should be able to see sniff you out." Even though Michael kept ignoring him, he found himself listening to some of it. Only choosing to do so if anything useful or new came up. "So Michael, have you ever thought about what class to pursue?" Hearing what Jenkins said made his eyes trail away of from the book and towards the elf. The man was finely dressed. Wearing a familiar pair of round glasses and a finely made tuxedo. He looked like some sort of fancy scholar. "What did you say?" Suprised by the answer he got, Jenkins continued to try and ask. "What? Picking which path of power to walk, or more commonly referred to as a class?" "I haven''t really thought about that... Would you mind explaing it more in depth?" "Fine. Then listen up!" Jenkins brushed the golden hair away from his, preparing to properly instruct the boy sitting down. "There are five classes I have handpicked for you to choose between, and one that will serve as a disguise depending on which ones you want to further study." . "The first one is a Magic Warrior. They specialize in close combat and stat enhancing magic. Like that gold monkey you butchered back then. They also combine their magical attacks with martial arts. However, their techniques never really compare to other martial artists of the same level. But hey, they are pretty good at casting regular and high level spells. Sadly, in such cases, their martial arts prowers are proven to be even more meek." . "The second one is a Martial Brawler. They specialize in close combat and body strenghtening. Focusing on delivering single, heavy strikes with each move made! These kinds of people study martial arts too, and usually heavy hitting ones or those leaning towards speed." . "The third one is a Weapon Cultivator. As the name hints at, you increase your understanding and knowledge in fighting with a specific type of weapon. This is a little bit like studying your magic essence, but still not the same." . "The fourth one would probably be a regular Mage, but with the twist of a Splicer. I thought that you maybe could try and fully understand every affinity you have and become a unpredictable spellcaster. However, this may be a little hard, as you lack a lot of information regarding the arcane arts." . "Fifth one would be like a Abstruse Martial Artist. You just train with different types of really powerful ''Battle arts'' ''Martial arts''. I can probably fill you more in on what they do, as this is pretty self explanatory." . While he was talking, Jenkins suddenly looked at Michael with a shocked expression. "NO WAIT YOU CAN''T PICK ONE!" Looking at the traumatized elf, he felt a deep sense of urgency rise from within. "What do you mean...?" No reply was given. Looks like Jenkins was already inside his own world, talking to himself. "No, wait, you can probably train in some, but it won''t be very efficient...Hmmm. There are cultivation techniques for monsters. However, where am I supposed to get something like that...." Feeling a little panicked, Michael screamed at the lost man. Trying to bring him back. "JENKINS! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN!" Snapping back to reality, he saw the shaken boy sitting beside the small tower of books. "Oh, I spaced out. Sure, let papa Jenkins explain!" "You see, those are techniques mainly for HUMANS! And you are currently a MAGICAL BEAST!" Realisation dawned upon Michael, letting him fully understand what he had meant. "What do I do then?" Hearing him talk so timidly made Jenkins almost burst out laughing, but he helt it down and continued. "Well, beside evolving, beasts would usually train and purify their bloodline, as it continuously gives astonishing results." "Explain please, these books only talk about energy and magic." "Yeah, yeah. So, let''s say we have a..... Normal cat, close in size to a dog, ok?" "Continue.." "And let''s say this feline has the bloodline of a ''Kabir Tyrant'' Like the one you had after cutting down the forest!" "Yes...." "Well, the kitty could train and purify that bloodline by either constantly evolving, or train some sort of secret technique which purifies it, strenghtening and stimulating the strands found in it''s blood!" "And soo..?" "It would not only significantly increase it''s overall strenght, but allow it to gain more powerful evolutions as it grows." Michael starred at him as if he was only a few steps away from death. "You there cow-boy?" "C...Can I also do that?" "Of course you can! Only..." "Only.....?" "There are so many bloodlines and genetic codes scrambling around inside those veins of yours! And worst of all, they are THIN. And if not that, then almost non existence!" Defeated and nervous, Michael asked Jenkins once more for an answer. "What should I do then...?" "Well, for now, just evolve. I bet beating those cult members gave you a sweet amount of experience. Let''s see if you have anything worth while." "If you say so.." ---------- [Level: 25/25] Max [3/3 Evolution choices] [Display engaged!] . [Ogre Lordsman: A smaller type of ogre which has a closer resemblance to hobgoblins, yet possesses almost features identical to a human. They stand out, however, due to the two horns growing from their forehead. Ogre Lords not only exceed regular ogres and trolls strenght wise, but are incredibly proficient in magic.] . [Essence Varan: A large lizard known to possess incredible magical powers. They can alter and control the environment they live in by emitting an unfathomable amount of energy radiation. These Varans have a strong affinity to the four elements.] . [Vargr Beastmaster: A humanoid black wolf famed for it''s high intelligence and ruthlessness. It lives most of it''s life in solitude, looking for new challenges every passing day. They are known to have a strength level similar to the ones found in elder trolls, and excel at learning martial arts.] . ---------- "Yeah, like I said, you can train in all kinds of classes, but will never truly catch up to a true master. That is, unless, you find a beast who can proficiently learn them, like some of the ones here. Or some which are specially made." After he finished, Jenkins extended his hand outwards and summoned a familiar vial through a purple flash. The content inside was a mixture of some red and blue liquid. "You may recognize this potion. It''s the one we stole from Halrel. The reason I have brought it out is because I have been theorizing for a while now that if you drink it, all your current evolutions will fuse togheter." He eyed down the potion and threw it to Michael. "I can probably brew some more, but only a single one for now. Leaving us with two left. The plan is for you to fully maximise on all your available evolutions. Until I come up with something else." Michael held the vial within his grasp, a little unsure, yet not hesitating much. He popped of the small lid and drank it. The content entered his body, and he quickly reverted back to his Lesser Ogre Wight form. After reaching his original height of two meters, the horns which usually sprouted out from the sides of his head shot out from his forehead. His body shrunk and grew more solid, almost as if it was now condensing itself. stopping after he reached his original height at a hundred and eighty five centimeters, The skin and tissue started to give of a unimaginable pain. The black clothes he usually wore fused with the organ covering his body, turning into a dark fur which laid itself over him. While the thin yet compact black layer covered every body part expect the feet, hands and head, his ears crackled togheter, forming two sharp edges on their tip. A little smaller, but very similar to the ones Jenkins had. The black nails grew a little longer and sharper, while his eyeballs started to emit a strange light. The two bulbs became corrupted by the sudden radiance, and turned pitch black. As for his slit pupils, they took on the old color belonging to his irises, and started to give of a golden light. Shining within the void space like two vertically shaped lanters. His transformation finished after the rugged black hair on his head grew in lenght and thickness, stopping after reaching the neck. At last, the pain stopped. And he was allowed to gaze upon his new form thoroughly alongside the elf. Jenkins was the first one to comment on his new looks, satisfied with the new form. "Good. I can sense that your body has grown stronger! Try and get used to it for a day before we try and evolve you again." Michael stroked the palm of his hand over the fur layer on his arms. Sensing the metallic feeling emitted from it. "Looks pretty good. But there is one thing I wish to ask you about, Jenkins." "Go ahead, houndman" "Well, if I gaining proficiency in either a spesific class or a type of essence, then what use do my abilities hold?" Jenkins nodded at Michael. Notting that this was a very good question. "You see, abilities and skills are usually inborn. Like, every creature is born with some sort of skill, right?" "Yeah, I get that. But what are they? How are they acquired?" "Well, some may be gifted through the blessing of a god, or randomly distributed by the system." "As for gaining them... Lets try an example. Remember when you evolved into that silver armoured chicken?" "Peacock. And yes, I do." "I am sure you got several new skills then! Beasts usually gain ones when they evolve, as they are inherited into their bloodline." "Gaining skills for humans, thereby, is much more difficult! If someone, for example, wanted to gain a stronger regeneration factor, they would have to push the existing one to the limit! Meaning they''d have to work hard! Not everyone can just fuse different abilites togheter like you, right?" "I see." "That answered all your questions?" "No, I still have one more." "Bring it on then!" "Why don''t you have a system? Do you still possess your skills after losing it?" "Well, long story short. You usually stop using the system after reaching a high enough level of power. As for retaining skills after losing it..." Jenkins scratched the back of his head before starting to talk again. Seeming to need a short brake. "You can and can not" "What do you mean?" "Well, skills can usually only be properly accessed with the help of the system. And to still keep them after breaking out of the cocoon, you have to master, and fuse them with yourself." "Uhm.." "The crusader hen you previously had would still be able to keep all the newly gained skills if it ever reached that level, for they were all inherited in it''s blood." "I don''t really get what you mean.." "AAARGGHH! A [Death dealer ape] is born with poisonous spit! And that will not change even if it threw the system away!" "While the abilites you combined with [Skill assimilation] are not inborn. They will be almost impossible to use again if you don''t have the system. Same goes for those you have to train to get!" "What about the ones I retain from my previous evolutions?" "They don''t disappear. Don''t worry" After taking in all the information Jenkins had given him, Michael started to smile. "Thank you." He was given a pat on the shoulder back by a very satisfied Jenkins. "It''s good that we properly go through these things now, so that you won''t mess up in the future." Michael stood up from the chair he sat on, rubbing the storage ring equipped on his index finger. A small cluster of regular clothes made up of a pair of leather shoes, some grey pants and one black robe with red flower petals spread on it flew out. A little suprised by this sudden course of action, Jenkins questioned him what this meant. "What are you doing?" After covering himself properly, Michael turned back towards the elf. "We are buying clothes for tomorrow. Go get Nemesis out of the dungeon." A enlightening glow erupted out of Jenkins''s amber eyes, remembering what the boy before him had told him about the other day. "For the banquet?! I already have hundreds of clothes in my storage... But I''ll get the goblin woman, just give me a second.." Jenkins summoned a familiar orb in his hand. And by only willing it, a strong purple radiance emitted outwards, turning itself into a two meter tall door of light. Shortly after it appeared, a figure emerged from the opening, causing the glow to dim and disappear. ---------- [Familiar status displayed] [Level: 0/30] [Name: Nemesis][Race: Hobgoblin Lord] [Title: Familiar Of Michael] ---------- Nemesis now had a lighter skin color, similar to a regular human. Her nails had contracted a little, and were not as sharp as they used to be. Some more noticeable changes also included her more well developed body, the more feminin facial features, golden black hair, and two curved horns resting over her eyebrows. She was much more beautiful than before, easily triumphing over Firnell in ever aspect. ''that dungeon portal thing is really useful. too bad you can only use it to retrieve and not send. Well, he could just will the things into the treasury like me.'' Michael looked into the two green eyes while smiling brightly at her. "You look well! Ready to leave?" Not wanting to waste any time, she just nodded while positioning herself beside him. The girl had not grown taller, but mabye because he had shrunk, they now seemed to share the same height. Jenkins looked disdainfully at her, sickened by this animal. ''Should have fried her bones like the rest of those green rats. Tsk, Tsk.'' "Let''s go then!" Wanting to end this as soon as possible, Jenkins walked towards the door alongside the two others. *Crack "What was that?" Michael turned around, searching for where that strange noise came from. *Crack Again, he heard it, and immediately found himself looking at the shaking incubator holding the egg. The trio forgot about leaving and all quickly jolted towards the incubator. Surrounding it in a half circle made up of their heads. "To think it would finally hatch!" Michael was overjoyed when he saw the shell breaking apart. Almost fainting frome excitement. "You may thank this great lord now!" Looking at the happy and aloof elf, Michael smiled even brighter. "Thank you. However, there is one thing I wish to ask you.." "Ask away while you eat some shapeshifting pills." A handful of white jellybeans appeared Michael''s palm. He threw a couple in his mouth while finishing his question. "You never told me what kind of duck the egg is from." While waiting for his answer, Jenkins excluded a powerful aura of pride and earnestly. Warming up the mood. "It''s from every single duck found in this territory!!!!" A little confused and scared Michael wanted to further question the guy, but was interrupted by Nemesis''s voice. "Sir Michael, it''s breaking through the shell." The egg was hiding behind the glassy walls of the red incubator, twitching madly as the shell cracked more and more. And at last, a small part of the creature inside poked out from the breaking white ball. 41 The Elf or The Egg? side story "Damn Merchants! Telling me they have no hatchable eggs..." A heavily dressed Jenkins was currently roaming around in a poor town, filled with old and broken buildings of all sizes. The wood which held them togheter was both chipped and half rotten. Giving of a woody stench which combined with the wet dirt road filling the excess space. "What is Michael doing in that damn forrest anyways? Tsk, he better have an excuse for this great lord, lest I turn his little brother into a talking snake." Each step taken sunk his thick boots further into the wet earth, increasing the growing annoyance and desire to give up every time. ''This auction better be worth it, or this great lord shall sink this wetland into the fiftth floor of hell.'' Slowly, Jenkins approached some half ruind building, looking like it hadn''t had any visitors in several centuries. He walked up to the fungus covered entrance and gave a weak knock. "Who''s there?" A deep manly voice echoed on the other end. "Yellow reaper." Without answering this time, the door only slowly opened itself. A tall buff man with a cap on his head greeted him while stepping to the side. "This way, esteemed guest." Jenkins only snorted, proceeding to following the him in whilst the door closed behind them. He was lead through a rotting passage, and finally arrived in a large hall filled with several rows of occupied leather seats, all surrounded a small wood stage. Numerous cloaked men and women were sitting down, waiting for what seemed like a show to begin. As he walked towards one of the empty spots near the middle row, some cloaked guy walked up on the stage, standing before them and proceeding to yell out. Making sure that his deep voice echoed throughout the room. "Dear guests! I welcome you to the yearly auction here at The black Bell!" No one in the crowd clapped. Only some familiar faces smiled or nodded back at the host. Seeing the impatiant audience made him hasten the introduction. Not wishing to waste any more time, he then started clapping his hands in the air. Symbolizing for the auction to begin. "Good! Good! Then let us begin..." A tray covered in some type of black carpet was rolled onto the stage by some well equipped guards. "The first items for tonight is a set of martial art manuals and battle arts suitable for general layer fighters! The starting bid is..." All kinds of different weapons and training books were displayed, one after the other. While this may cause any other individual to fly off into a frenzy, Jenkins almost felt the soul leave his body every time a new item was shown. ''Dammit, why did I even come here again?'' He was getting increasingly bored and frustrated by the terrible items and was planning on leaving. That is, until.. "And now, for our last bidding round!" A small table was teleported before the excited auctioneer. Covered in the same type of rug all the other usually had. "These items are not your typical weapons or books, but the plundered fruits of research belonging to one of the most famed Magus-Biomancers of our time!" The rug was dramatically pulled off. Gliding through the air while revealing the objects underneath. A variation of different surgical gadgets and organs were evenly spread out. The equipment was all cleaned, and the weird organs were stored in jars. Most likely to keep them from rotting. "Kelen Innar. The biomancer who once slaughtered his way into the heart of the beast continent and back. He was confirmed to have went into hiding many years ago." "However, while he is gone for now, several of his old hideouts and facilities still remain hidden to this day! And not too long ago, we found one. Resting deep withing the now cut down hellgreen woods!" Jenkins''s eyes wandered over the tray filled with meatballs and knifes, finally landing on a small stand storing three different colored orbs. Each one in a seperate tubes. "All the organs here are in the ''Biokinetic enhancement'' category! Meaning you can replaced them with your own, boosting and adding a superior bloodline to the body!" He paused a second, making sure all was heard. "And best of all, our researchers have found out that there are currently no negative side effects!" Several of the guests opened their eyes after hearing what he said. Infusing different bloodlines into ones body would usually cause all sorts of mutations and after effects down the lane. But here, non were discovered. This was most likely because the previous owner had made them perfectly compatible with the anatomy and genome of a human. The biomancer should have created several generations of clones, slowly adapting each organ to perfectly fuse with a host of race to his own. The auctioneer watched as the crowd tensed up, and he smiled deeper while moving over to the last items. "And last but not least, are these three beauties!" He pointed his big fingers towards three Similarly shaped chicken eggs, peacefully and lifelessly resting inside their own capsule. The two closest to him were both green in color with blue dots covering most of the shell, while the last one was pure white, no different than any other egg. "We originally found four of these eggs. However, as we looked into what secrets they held, one came in contact with a small the spit of a lizard..." "And to our suprise, the egg then hatched itself, creating an almost perfect copy of the same reptile." "The newly hatched one was found to possess several different mutations and traits which were not present on the other one. That, and an unfathomable increase in all attributes belonging to it''s speed, strenght, stamina, you name it!" "All it took to create this empowered clone was but a sample of another animal! Imagine what you could create if choosing something other than a puny lizard!" After finishing, the cloaked auctioneer rubbed his hands togheter and then widely stretched them out. "Now, we will begin with the eggs. Place your bets carefully, as each will be bought separately. Lets start with the white one!" After he finished, several different bidders started screaming towards the stage. . "Four hundred gold!" "Six hundred gold!" "Nine hundred gold!" "One thousand gold!" . Hearing the increasingly higher bids formed a even more mischievous grin on the auctioneer''s face, who was now planning on raising the price even more. "These are not some cheap items made for showcasing! Let''s increase it by another thousend gold.." As several men and women shouted out their prices, a sudden dark energy covered the room. Forcing everyone who stood up to be slam back down into their seats. "100 GOLD OR I''LL BLOW THIS F***NG GARAGE SALE INTO OBLIVION!" ..... The shocked auctioneer starred into the crowd, looking for the voice who had just threatened him and his goldmine. ''Hmpf, someone actually dares to spout nonsense in my hall?'' Planning to call in some guards, the robed man slowly raised his had towards a hidden figure he was suspecting. That is, until he saw the facial features hiding underneath it''s hood. ''Wait, is that the yellow reaper?!" While keeping his poker face grin on top, he humbly talked back to the one who interrupted the bidding round. "S..Sir, these are very valuables gained through the sacrifice of many.." The robed Jenkins only seemed to get further annoyed. Standing up and aiming his hand towards the fool before him. "Dark Magic: Bullet Of Torm.." "SOLD TO THE YOUNG MAN OVER THERE!! CONGRATULATIONS!" ..... Jenkins walked out of the rotting building. Now holding onto a small capsule containing a small egg. "Seems like the old man was faster than me..." He looked down at the capsule, wondering what to do now. ''If what that guy said is correct, then I should use the blood of a hundred ducks for my creation...!'' A strong determination burned itself all over his beautiful facial features. As it grew, a gust of wind knocked his hood of, letting the long golden rope sway majestically througg air, while he silently promised something towards the heavens. "This is quite a find...." "I will make this duck the most powerful one in this entire world.. A duck who shall feast upon the flesh of Gods..!" "No one will be able to stop me!" And so he marched on into the wilds. In search the sacrifices needed to finish his grand plan. 42 Measure "WHAT IS THAT?!" "STOP WHINING MICHAEL! ITS A DUCK!" "BUT IT HAS TALONS!" ...... Jingwei, the so called ''duck'' Jenkins had caught, was now currently sitting before them. It was almost identical to any duckling. That is, if you ignored some minor details. The most noticeable one would be the feathers he was born with, no, scales rather. They were coated in a weak yellow/white color, looking like a mixture between that found on a normal duckling and a swan . Then came the eyes. They were white, but with a black pupil in the middle, followed by two dark circles rounding them out. The next would be the muscular legs. Each one with it''s own eagle talon on the bottom. The plated skin on the legs was pure orange, while the sharp razors on it''s feet were blue. Mabye the color change symbolized that the nails held toxic properties? Anyways, each of his claws were proven to be incredibly dense. For whenever the duck tried waddling around, the noise generated from the feet hitting the wooden desk was similar to that of nail being hammered into a cast. Jenkins tried picking the duck up, but was instantly shocked by how heavy it actually was. The feeling was described as ''holding onto a jagged rock''. ........ When the bird saw the figure of Michael, it began to calm down. Silently starring at him while softly quacking. Seeing duckling like this, he went to try and hold it. Scooping the small bird gently between his palms. There was no resistance, and Jingwei soon found himself laying not too far from the boy''s face. "What the hell kind of bird is this, Jenkins?" The elf pridefuly assesed the small hatchling while smiling. Not even bothered by the slight dissatisfaction in Michael''s voice. "This is an emperor amongst ducks, Michael! You do well to remember what I, Lord Bellioll, has done for you!" Michael looked at the little bird, and made a swift judgement for what to do next. "Can you try and max his level?" Hearing what he said caused the elf to smile so madly that his glasses fell to the floor. However, this did not bother him in the least. "YES!!!!! PLEASE LET ME!" He wipped out the purple dungeon core and aimed it at Jingwei. ---------- [Familiar status] [Level: 25/25] max (evolve)Y/N? [Name: Jingwei][Race: Duck/???] [Titles: Familiar of Michael/Hybrid(new)] ---------- Michael placed the duckling down and willed the evolution to begin. Jingwei was suddenly surrounded by a bright yellow glow which died down not too soon after it started. Once more showing his figure. The duck was still the same appearance wise, but had grown from the size of an Apple to that of a small cabbage. Michael turned towards Jenkins with a serioues look, letting a exited glint flash past his gold eyes as he spoke. "You and Nemesis go shopping. I have to assess this thing''s combat prowess. Let us meet up here again tonight." Before anyone could refute, Michael picked the small duckling up and exited the room. Leaving the two behind. They both looked at the door and then to each other. A short silence was followed by their emotionless, yet hostile interaction. "So, goblin woman...." "Yes, sir Jenkins?" "Wanna go gambling?" "I...Don''t have any knowledge about that subject.... Please tell me more." "Great. Follow me then, I''ll explain on the way." ..... Michael was now wandering in the vast forrest landscape. He had travelled here with the help of his ''Strider''s step'' ability after exiting the town built near the academy. In his hands laid a scaley yellow bird. Peacefully enjoying the air current brushing against it''s feather shaped bone armour. Whenever Michael jumped through the air, the bird would sometimes start to stretch out it''s wings, trying to get a better feel of the passing sky. ''System, show me Jingwei''s abilities.'' ---------- [Familiar ability display] [Name: Jingwei][Race: Duck/???] [Bloodline:???] [Active Abilities: Bone crushing bite(lvl1)Rage(lvl1) Tackle(lvl1) Poison gasher (lvl1)] [Passive Abilities: Corrosive spit(lvl1) Feather armour(lvl2) Kinetic dispersion(lvl3) super regeneration(lvl1)] ---------- Michael stopped where he stood. Fully taking in both the incredible power the duck had, and the details of this old forrest. ''I can hear some running water not to far away, mabye finding something weak for it to go against would be best.'' Michael threw himself once more over the sea of pine trees, and then elegantly slammed down into the wet dirt. Landing only a small distance away from something looking like a pond. The earth around the pool of water was even more soggy than the one already found in the forrest. Including this, several small patches of grass grew both within it, and around it. However, the easiest thing to notice would be the impressive amount of lily pads floating around in the murky water. He walked a little closer to it, checking with his senses if there was any aquatic life to be found inside. After retracting his aura, he frowned slightly while halting his steps. Starring into the creek. ''Strange. I can definitely feel something inside. However, it''s too hidden for me to get a proper feel of its shape...'' While silently looking at the pond with Jingwei in his arms, something suddenly stuck it''s head out of the edge. ''What the hell is that?'' The thing which emerged out of the water resembled a rotting human head, covered with a large amount of long black hair with a heavy mix of algaes inside. The two green light bulbs hiding behind some strands of black and green were glued to his body. They lit up the deathly pale skin which covered the barely visible facial featues. What could be discerned resembled some sort of ripped latex mask. Michael tried measure the creature, but found out that it was only at the (middle) Soldier layer power wise. ''Not as impressive as I thought, but it sure looks creepy.'' He started walking closer to the water, now standing five meters away from the head which followed his every movement. Jingwei, who was laying in his arms, suddenly started to madly quack at it. Fighting itself free from his embrace and rushing forwards. Seeing the small animal come closer, the rotting head lost it''s patience and threw itself out of the water. Flying at the yellow cabbage which dashed towards it. As the creature flew out of the pond, the rest of it''s grotesque body became visible. It had the same shape as a very malnourished human. Wearing a heavily damaged black shirt with matching pants made out of something looking like rotting weeds. The limbs resembled something like very thin, yet long white sticks. The feet were shaped the same as any other person''s, only with several types of fungi growing along the shins and toes. The hands came in the form of long black claws, perfectly blending into the murky pond. As for the mouth which almost opened up a hundred and eighty degrees, threatening to swallow the little bird with a single stroke, was filled with rows of teeth similar in shape and color the the claws. Seeing the humanoid beast come closer to Jingwei, he began to think of what to do. ''Mabye I should help?'' The two creatures collided with each other. The ghostly human tried sinking it''s long teeth into the bird, but found out that they were unable to dig through it''s feathers. As for Jingwei, he began to wildy slash away at its body with the two talons, while also crazily biting it''s neck. Michael''s indifference turned into shock as he watched. Incredibly stunned at the fight unfolding before him. Jingwei, despite not having reached a layer of power, started to literally rip the humanoid creature to sheds. Peeling of both the weird clothes and body tissue. Feeling it''s imminent defeat, the beast tried to fight it''s way back towards the pond, but that only caused the small duck to grow even more crazed. After half a minute, the winner was declared. Jingwei stood pridefully on top of the badly mangled corpse while looking at Michael. Hoping for some praise! Starring at the duckling with a mouthful of interest, he smiled and nodded at it. "Good work." Almost as if understanding what he had said, Jingwei quacked back at him. "Let''s head deeper in then.." However, before he could finish, Michael was once more left stunned as he watched the duck beginning to swallow down every piece of his fallen enemy. Gargling and cracking through every piece of the ruined bone. He looked away, trying not to throw up as heard the unnatural noises made when the bird swallowed down. ''This thing sounds like a boat engine...'' Jingwei quickly finished his meal and waddled back beside his legs. He gently bendt down and patted the duck on it''s back. Feigning an ignorant appearence. "You can come out now." Michael emotonlessly talked towards his familiar, but the voice was clearly directed somewhere else. And as he stroked his hand over Jingwei''s scaly feathers, a figure exited from the woods. Turning around, Michael immidetly scanned over his pursuer. ''A knight?'' Before him stood a lightly cloaked knight wearing a set of heavy iron armour. You could hear the metal plates grind against each other as he walked, representing the impressive care put into removing any weak spots. While going over the layer of protection and of course, the sheathed sword on the side of the knight''s body, he focused his attention on it''s head. ''A mask? Thought they usually wore helmets.'' Instead of a stereotypical tin can, a featureless mask covered the face of this strange individual. The only visible details would be the dark brown color and the two void rings carved out so that one could see. Both he and Jingwei starred the unmoving soldier. Slightly tensed up and prepared. "Marss Zell Johnson." A blurred out voice vibrated through the mask. Michael was unable to discern which gender the knight belonged to based on the sound, due to both the innate muffling caused when speaking and some sort of voice altering. "Can I help you?" After answering, the grey figure pointed it''s heavily armoured gauntlet towards him. Stetching out the creaking index finger. "Come with me." Hearing the altered voice finish up, a bad promotion boiled in his chest. "What if I refuse?" The knight placed his coated hand over the sword hilt sticking out of the hip side. Seeing the equally provocative behavior made him grin in a evil way. Sharpening his gold eyes onto the pack of scrap metal. His muscles tightened togheter, releasing some minor crackling sounds as they stretched themselves. Michael then finally dug his leather shoes into the dirt and prepared himself for a round of entertainment. "You will have to excuse my rudeness then." 43 Overpowered "You are coming with me." The knight drew his silver blade and aimed it towards him. ''What a guy...'' Before he did anything else, Michael signaled the duck next to him to move away, so as not to get caught in the crossfire. ''System, show me my status.'' ---------- Layer: King (low) Lvl: 0/30 Name:Marss Zell Johnson (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race(new): Czar BeastlordAge:15 Health: 100% Energy: 100 000/100 000 . Physique: Noble Vampire Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline(new) (+) Genetic Combo:none Genetic storage: Vampire, wood elf. . Magic essence: Gold:30% Blood:40% Ice:50% Wind 40% Dark:0% Fire:0%(new) Water:0%(new) Earth:0%(new) . [ABILITIES] (active) (-) (Immortal speed LvL1)(Bestial sense LvL5(+1) (Mind Breaker LvL1) (Tremor bomber LvL1)(Mad dance of power LvL2) (Aspect of the Tainted) (Tyrant''s iron fist LvL 1 (Corrosive slash LvL 1(new) (Element cloak LvL 1(new) (Essence dance LvL1) (Skill Assimilation)(Physique theft) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) (Immortal regeneration LvL1) (Engraved path) (Sulfur manipulation LvL1) (Strider''s step Lvl 2(+1) (breathless LvL1) (Mental master LvL 5(+4) (Repeat Blink LvL 1) (Damage Reversal LvL1) (Beast hide LvL 5(New) (Rubber body(new) (Genetic Drain)(Endless Evolution) . [Titles] (+) ---------- [Czar Beastlord: A type of werewolf which has been infused with the blood of several mighty magical beasts. It holds an incredible amount of strenght and endurance, easily triumphing over opponents of the same layer. Other than this, they exclude an impressive corrosive liquid from their nails, and are known to possess a innate connection to the elements.] ''Looks like I have gained some new abilites after having evolved so much, however..'' ''Did the new affinities come from the ''Essence varan'' I fused with? And what''s the plus sign next to my Bloodline?'' After finishing to read, he looked back at the knight. Preparing himself to either attack. ''I haven''t really had time to work on this, but my understanding of the ''gold element'' far exceeds the level required to use these two novice spells'' ---------- . [Active Abilites activated] . [Immortal speed LvL 1: triples traveling speed with the use of energy] . [Mad dance of power LvL 2(Strike): Increases attack power by 2000% for a single strike] . [Tyrant''s iron fist LvL1: Increase the density of user''s fist by 10% with the use of energy] . [Element cloak LvL 1: Increases offensive and defensive power of spells by 10%. Activating this will slowly drain energy] . ---------- . [Passive Abilites activated] . [Strider''s step LvL 2: User can fling himself 200 meters into any direction. Travelling speed is affected if abilites are used] . ---------- As Michael activated all of his abilites, a type of heatwave washed of his body. Although he did not revert back to the original beast form, all the mucles on his body crackled and expanded. Filling in the clothes he wore. The knight''s facial expression could not be seen, but deep within his dark eye holes a impressed energy was emitted. ''What an impressive lad. Indeed worthy of my young miss''s hand.'' While continuing to assess Michael inside his mind, The knight carefully stancing himself properly, planning on receive the incoming attack. As he watched Michael''s body radiate an intense amount of power and strength, A sudden instance of shock broke his calm train of thougt. Left completly speechless by the next course of action the boy had taken. "Gold Magic: Gold Clad!" ''Has he already learned a spell suitable for his rare affinity? Where do you even get those things? Did he perhaps improvise...'' It must be known that in this world, half of all essence understanding mainly revolved around dissecting and learning how elements or subjects one studied worked on a fundamental level. And as Michael came from a culture where most of the world''s creations already was thoroughly explained by science, he was given a head start for the first half of most essences. After he chanted the spell, Michael followed the visualization technique described when using the spell. ''Imagine the energy inject into your cells... turning them into gold...'' After finishing, the skin on his fist began to shine with a bright gold luster. Even though this spell was considered a ''Novice'' grade one, gold was a rare element which was many times stronger than the normal earth and metal essence. Finishing his preparation, Michael launched himself forwards! The spot where he previously stood was blown to pieces,as his feet punched into the already soggy earth laying there. Creating a massive dirt explosion behind his blurry body. After ascending off the ground, a large sonic boom was created as he almost instantly broke through the sound barrier. Not only was the spot where he stood broken into pieces, even the pond nearby rippled away, sending a small muddy tsunami over to the other end. However, as he came closer and closer to the heavy armoured knight, something began to feel off. ''Why is this guy still not moving..?'' Just before he was about to hit his shaking gold club into the silver figure, the knight also chanted something as he blocked outwards with the flat side of his thick steel blade. "Battle art: Balance breaker." "Battle art: Towering stance" Unable to fully comprehend what was said, Michael just braced himself for the impact, shooting his fist into the metal rod standing in his way. However, as his shaking radiant fist hit it, a strange turn of events occurred. It was as if all the power in body was shifting off away from the knight, sending him sliding away horizontally to the side. The sudden abnormal change made the tissue inside his leading arm rip appart. Completely dispersing all the built up energy into the fragmenting bone and torn muscles. Seeing the head on assault crumble, the knight flung his sword to the side, sending Michael flying into a nearby pine tree. He was left completely shocked by the disparity generated from his failed attack, and It temporarily stunned him. However, Michael was instantly brought back to reality when his tumbling frame cracked itself half way through the pine needles and bark. Several sharp green splinters embedded themselves into his skin, and the impact generated from the crash reverberated into every fiber of his being. After falling to the ground, he looked up at the carefree iron solider. Not even suffering from any side effects from his charge. ''W...What was that?!'' Feeling his damaged body sink into the mud, he was frantically trying to think of how he could have so easily been handled. ''Aren''t I in the lower king layer? How could such an attack possibly stop me!?'' Altough he tried to hide his shook behind the newly arriving pain, he could not hide his true thought from the veteran expert eyeing him down. "You are indeed strong. Stronger than any other normal person I have ever had to face..." "Too bad you only have a novice spell and some strengthening skills. I would recommend you to practice some sort of combat art, but with such a rare magic affinity, you wouldn''t need to in a few years." "I sense that your energy level is at the...Low king? Not bad at all. Only, there is more to this world than having a lot of power to waste." Hearing those words made his already mediocre poker face fall apart. Starring with the knight with wide eyes. ''I have to run.'' He stood up again from the ground, and although his clothes were dirty and ripped, his arm was healing at a discernible rate. Positioning his body towards Jingwei, he planned on picking him up and fly out of here. However... "I can tell what you are thinking...Sir Marss." After regaining his balance for only a couple of seconds, Michael once again felt a bad sizling brew inside his stomach. ''SHIT!! STRIDER''S STE..'' "Sword art: Wound wave." Not even being able to take a single step, a silver beam was shot out from the knights sword as he swung it sideways. When it came in contact with his body, Severallight gashes slightly tore his skin. However, they were not enough to properly immobilize him. "Oh? You are much tougher than I thought...." Sadly for the knight, Michael took this opportunity to thrown himself towards Jingewei and pick him up. Not even a second after scooping the yellow cabbage into his embrace, he then launched himself away. "Very tough, but even more naive..." The knight raised the tip of his sword towards the fleeing boy while he silently chanted something again. "Sword art: Nail shrapnel." The sword in his hand gave of a faint glow. Followed by this, a nail the size of its edge was shot towards the fleeing Michael. The silver nail wastly outsped him, and just as he was about to fly into the woods, it drilled itself into his shoulder balde. Piercing through his body. "AAARGGHH!" Being pierced through mid flight sendt his body down into the mud like a crashing helicopter. Spinning wildy in the air and then abruptly slamming down with a hard knock. Michael slid over the wet dirt while holding onto Jingwei. Several branches and rocks hammered themselves into his clothing and skin. Soon, most of his bare upper body was left with small wound marks and slashes all over. ''....I wish my regeneration was better.." Most of the scars healed slowly, and he found himself looking down at the bird held in his embrace. "Are you okay, little boy..?" Tucked inside his arms, Jingwei laid still. Not responding or moving to his call. "Little boy..?" Michael had a innate connection to his familiars, allowing him to sense how they felt at different times. And right now, he didn''t pick any signal up from the duck. Turning him around, he found a large gash on the side of his body where some blue and red blood dripped out. He must have gotten hit by the ranged attack. Michael felt something inside him slowly break down while as be watched his companion bleed out. "JINGWEI!!!" Memories of the childhood back on earth flashed before his eyes. The days where he was always alone, left to rot by the scum which haunted his dreams. After coming to this world, he had been able to somewhat rebuild his emotions through the sacrifice of Marss. Making him able to form bonds of trust and attachments to others once again. However, this recovery was far too weak at the moment, and could not support the sudden shock of losing something. The bandage patch which surrounded his broken heart started to violently deformed itself. Not only influenced by what had unfolded, but also due to some sort of primal rage mixing with Michael''s ability to reason. The resurfacing emotions bubbling up inside his mind seem to also have been affected by the unkown instinct. They each gained their own vile trait of bestial madness, causing them to madly fight each other for dominance. It turned the repairing rift into a hot iron brand, searing it''s way through his soul. The fragile patch could not handle the strain, and all his previously built-in mental fortitude temporarily crumbled away. While the unstable reactions flowed through his veins, Michael stanced himself on his knees, remembered the discipline built up throughout his years of torment. His scarred upper body had regenerated itself fully. His skin reflected the weak light falling from the cloudy sky, shining upon the torn cloth pants still covering him. As he knelt on the ground, a moist forrest breeze pulled some of his thick black hair with it as it traveled. The weak wind directed itself at a rustling sound coming from behind him. Originating from the clunking heavily armour the knight had equipped. "You got pretty far. But I am not planning on wasting more time..." He ignored the approaching presence. Trying to comfort himself with the memories of his family from earth. Sadly, even they could not supress the madness erupting from within his body. The knight approached his kneeling figure and looked down at the duck before them. "Looks like I got the bird too...But I can still sense that it lives, so you shouldn''t need to worry." The heavily armoured individual walked through the muddy greenery. Planning on snatching him and then leaving this forsaken forrest wasteland. However, as he stetched out his plated fingers towards the boy''s back, Michael twisted his neck all the way around. Letting his face meet the outstretched hand. "What the?!" Very taken aback by this, the knight backedaway a couple of steps. Letting his silver feetpaint the ground with his large footsteps. He wanted to ask the kid if something was wrong, but a short-lived fear sowed its seed within his mind. ''What was that? Do I feel threatened by this kid?'' However, before he could finish his thoughts,Michael began to madly laugh with his head still in the abnormal position. "hahahahahaha" The knight backed further away when he heard the laughter. His previous instance of fear returned itself, much more engraved this time. "H..Hey kid?" Michael started shaking uncontrollably and his skin turned into a black hide. The two maddened eyes rolled back into his skull as the rest of his body wrung itself towards the masked knight. Symmetrically lining itself with the twisted head once again. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" [Ability Activated] [Aspect of the Tainted] 44 Cracked Open ''What the hell is it with this kid?'' Michael starred at the retreating figure of the knight while slowly standing up from the wet dirt he previously knelt on. The rolled back eyes started to darken in color as he spoke. "I don''t know what you''re talking about. Mind explaining..?" However, as the knight once more tried to question the him, Michael''s body started to morph and twist in different direction. His skin turned into black fur, his mouth cracked appart, forming a broken smile, his eyes turned into two hollow voids, and four bone spikes dug their way out of his shoulder blades. Now, with all the augmentations finished, his body started to rapidly expand itself. However, as the expanding muscle tissue threatened to rip open his last layer of clothing, it suddenly halted. Michael was currently using his spirit to forcefully suppress the growth of his body. And very successfully so, as it shrank back into a normal human size. Although he was slightly taller now, that would not be too noticeable, since he retained all the grotesque features from the tainted form, only now slightly minimized and balanced. The dark green hide and small red plates were welded onto his body like several layers of cursed chains. The new, yet familiar row of red metallic shrapnel tightly lined themselves inside the uncovered mouth. Perfectly blending in with his forced smile. The twelve fingers and toes on his body had all the same type of crooked black nails. Seeming to be able to corrode the surrounding air particles as they moved. And lastly, the four shortened bone spikes which crawled out of his shoulder blades. Displaying their gory malformed growths consisting of feather roots and broken scales. Resembling four burnt down towers. In this shrunken form, Michael looked more like an undead werebeast which had been burnt by some sort of fire. It would haunt the dreams of even the toughest warriors. However, the knight still stood where he was. And although his facial features were hidden, there was no anguish or fear emitting from his body. Rather, he seemed to have gained some better understanding of the situation. ''So he is a champion of the Beast Goddess... That would explain his tremendous strenght and this new form.'' The two contenders eyed each other down. Waiting for who would make the first move. "YoU sHoULd hAVe LeFT WhEN YOu STiLL hAd tHE cHaNCe..." Initiating the confrontation, Michael threw himself at the silver tincan. Elegantly hovering away through the air. Seeing the humanoid beast fly at him made the masked knight once more chanted the familiar words. "Battle art: Balance breaker." "Battle art: Towering stance." Shielding himself with the flat side of his blade, he stood there. Waiting for the strike to come close enough. Milliseconds before Michael''s fist was once more going to be blocked the flat blade, he willed the system to follow his orders. ---------- . [Mad dance of power LvL 2(charge): Increases damage by 200% every second until reaching 2000%.] . [Rubber body: Allows user to freely move body in any direction.] . [Extendable body: User can stretch out his limbs into any desired direction. While stretched, the limbs will be harder to control. Range is limited to users height. (User''s height is lowered. Range is lowered accordingly)] . ---------- In a single instant, Michael''s red and green arm shot out like a ballistic missile. Directly slamming into the sword. And as espected, it ricocheted off to the side. However, by doing so, the Knight was left unguarded for a couple of moments. With nothing blocking him this time, Michael launched the other unoccupied arm in the same direction. Even though they now held two breaths of distance from each other, The rocketing, indestructible fist of deformity shattered the surrounding atmosphere. Forcing its way through the sound barrier. Threatening to vaporize the iron soldier before it. "Battle art: single point dissolution" The knight activated another technique when seeing the dark red and green knuckles come closer. And as the chant finished, he stetched out his armoured palm to meet the ball of scales. ''This battle art works best if the surface area of the incoming attack is blunt. Too bad you don''t have any..." However, before he could finish, Michael willed his spirit to enlarge the blurry image of his hand. Causing it to blow up like a ballon, cracking and ripping as it expanded. The masked knight was shocked when seeing the previously small fist grow to the size of his head, but was unable to do anything as it was already too late. When the two objects connected, the plated arm of the knight was smashed inwards, and the sound of breaking bones echoed into the wet environment. As Michael''s hand fully sunk the robust metal into the other guy''s torso, his growing fist continued towards the body. Denting and cracking both the densely packed mail and the dark mask on top while continuously getting bigger. After the brutal disfiguring caused by the landed attack, the knight was sendt flying into one of the many pine trees covering the area. The impact broke both his sudden moment of flight, and the large tree trunk. Splinters of dark brown wood was sendt out like small drops of rain, while the main body of the tree rolled off to his side. Embedding itself into the muddy dirt with a bang. Now unable to move, the knight sat there with his torn body. Unable to both stand up and feel anything from the crippled limb which had taken most of the brunt. Forcefully trying to lift his head up made the mask crack a little more for each movement made. But he was eventually able to lock his gaze at the approaching monstrosity, steadily walking towards him with it''s fangs beared. ''H...How did he so casually shatter my battle art..?'' Mild coughs started coming from behind the mask. The haggard gusts of air took small puddles of blood alongside, while them traveling through the available crackes covering the frontal part of his head. Silently dripping onto the dented heaving chest ''Don''t tell me...This guy not only cultivates energy, but also his body?! In that case, he has to be at the king realm too!'' ''No, wait. That would in his original form, as I was still able to injure him...'' He started feeling regret. Regret that he had tried to forcefully take the boy away. ''Has he reached...the body layer of an emperor?'' Michael now stood before the knight. Eyeing him down like pig for slaughter. The empowered sense of dread sped up his thoughts possess. Trying to make sense of what was happening. ''If he really is at the emperor body layer...no wait! How did he reach it without cultivating a battle art?! Was it through skill practise, or did the beast Goddess grant it to him?'' ''Nevermind, that mad god would never give such a thing away. Dammit...'' After letting out some more coughs, the knight tried to reason with the beastly reaper. "Y..Your Excellency! *cough. I....I have been sendt here by the Metal Shrine in hopes of bringing you back to meet our first miss..." He tried to stand up, but as he did, several of his destroyed bones grinded against the dented metal which dug into his body. Forcing the knight down. "O..Our head priest hoped for you to engage in a marrige alliance with us, and wished for your immediate summon.." However, as he looked back at Michael, he noticed that the twisted smile covering his maw started to..grow? No, the entire head was being blown up like some sort of overstretched ballon. Enlarging his half open mouth to a inhuman degree. "Sir Marss..! I was only sendt here to bring you back...And as I already am down, let us just..." His vision slowly blurred itself. Mabye it was due to the blood loss or accumulated damage to his body, but the last thing he was able to see before fading away was the giant malformed head cover his body in darkness... 45 Initiate The Plan Right now, Michael stood before a large broken tree trunk. Only held with the company of an impressive quantity of wood splinters covering the area around his feet, and a large chopped down pine tree laying right next to him. He had reverted back to his human form, and was now blankly starring into the sky with an indifferent expression. Both his pupils seemed to have dilated a little, and they now gave of a vibe similar to a computer program being loaded in. As for the rest, the changes that would usually occur whenever he released all his power were currently not present. His physical body was no different from anyother human''s. Well, other than the very domineering towers of muscle covering every available spot benath the skin, his black hair and gold eyes would be able to convince anyone. While he looked into the endless sea of white and blue, a weak laugh escaped his mouth. "Hehehe" The blurry pupils formed themselvs back. Sinking two new void dots into the gold pond they now called their home. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He stetched his muscular arms into the air. Letting the weak air current sizle thorugh the space between his fingers. Allowing all the available senses to grasp each and every element present. "Yes, it all makes sense now..." "It all makes sense...." Feeling the wind brush over his upper body, and the moist dirt slide against the bottom of his feet seemed to generate a sort of euphoria. Pushing his rationale further away. .... Standing here is true fredom! Feeling the sun rain down on my skin, the wind push my against body, and the earth firmly hold onto me. This....THIS! "What have I done until now?! I have been playing around with prey this entire time!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOUR FLESH WILL BE THE BUILDING BLOCKS FOR MY GROWTH!!!!! I WILL CONSUME YOU ALL!!!!" It feels like all makes perfect sense now that I have woken up. A sort of unimaginable sense of power is swelling within my mind. Telling me to pulverize and devour everything and everyone who dare stand In my way. Only... "Quack" Some sort of strange noise is coming from behind me. The sudden disturbance causes my attention to shift from the current state of mind to the small yellow ball. Right there, in a small patch of red dirt, laid a cabbage sized duck. It seemed to have been injured on it''s left side, but the wound has been sealed by a bunch of boney feathers. My sudden turn caused it to jerk back in fright. However, even then, the black dots inside its eyes gave of a weak glint. Almost as if recognizing me. The bird started to waddle in my direction. It''s injury was already healed, but it seemed to struggle a little while trying to walk. Could be the talons not getting a proper grip onto the mud. After a short battle, the duck ended up beside me, and sat next to one of my legs. Gently leaning on the cloth covered shin. ''what the hell is this thing?'' A desire to push it aside emerged in my mind, but was stopped as I felt something wrong. "No, wait. Haven''t I seen you before?" It seemed as if some part of my memory was covered in a frail barrier. Making me unable to remember where I saw it for the first time. As I slowly try and force my consciousness through the barrier, a small crack eventually forms. Creating a chain reaction which turns it into dust. Allowing me to touch upon what had been forgotten. "Yes...Thats right...." "I have things to do...." Softly bending over, I scoop the small duck into my embrace. Preparing on going back to the academy. While rustling away from the my previous spot, I gently touch the storage ring on my finger. Making some small jelly beans and a large robe fly out. "Lets go, little boy." Back in my previous life, there was nothing for me. I stopped considering people other than my family as individuals, and changed my view of them to objects. No matter how many I cracked, nothing close to empathy ever resurfaced. But then, as I was waiting for judgement.....Someone like me, who does not deserve a chance, gets one. Mabye it''s because of how close I am to my parents and siblings that I so strongly wished to go back. Even if only for a moment, I wish to thank them atleast once. Thanking them for not throwing me away, despite being a devil in human form... No matter what I have to do, I was going to do it. My view of others did not change even after getting here, and I still saw every living creature as an object. The mutations I had were a surprise, but I didn''t care as long as I managed to fulfill the task given. However, then this f*** kid shows up out of nowhere. He is so incoherently stupid, not capable of analyzing his situation even a little bit, always following his impulses. Even showing care and understanding towards people who spat on his very existence. I think his name was Marss? I remember when I gave him control. Thinking of ways to use him further down the road if needed. Like having him support all the increasing primal instincts coursing through my brain. However, no matter how incompetent and weak he was, he reminded me too much of my younger self before changing into the one I am now... And as he was killed off by his self loathing, making me promise to bring his mom back before going off.. I don''t know why I said yes.. Seeing someone so similar to my old self just give up like that seemed to make me remember other emotions than detest and hate. Why were we so alike? Did I feel sorry for him? The moment he passed, I regained some type of connection I barely remembered existing. After so many years, I finally linked up to a beautiful sun which I had not seen in many, many years. Emotions...What good are they other than to cloud your judgement.. However, other than being able to feel, there is something else that has been happening. As I keep getting stronger, the emotions I have seem to pull of in different directions. Like giving me all these weird cravings? I don''t know what it is, but it can''t be something good.... I''ll have to ask Jenkins again...Wish I didn''t need to rely on that guy so much. Thankfully, the walking seems to rearrange my focus. Helping me ignore the weird urges I find myself having. It feels so similar to that time I got temporarily influenced by the [Predatory instinct of the Night Dove]. Wanting to consume... To tear flesh apart with my own teeth... But now, instead of only a pigeon inside me, I feel what can only be described as an endlessly growing army of relentless beasts, resting deep within my mind. Always ready to jump at me if I ever were to show a sign of weakness that stems from my new emotions. I...I was able to control it before, but when did it get so difficult.... Whenever I slip up, the beasts always charge towards something similar to ball of light resting inside my body. Trying to feast on it. No, corrupt it before I regain control. It has reached a stage where the once radiant orb has turned into a dying lamp. Continuing to crumble away whenever those things are unleashed. I feel like I never really cared much for this bulb while still on earth. However, now that it''s disappearing before my I feel that something bad will happen... That I will not regress back to my old self, but become something else. Even as I try to remember what this sun is, I still only know it''s connected to my mental state. But why can''t I properly process it''s existence?! Is it because of the continues withering mabye... ..... "So glad I dropped that goblin hag off. Tsk, telling me that''s not how you gamble. Hell, what do you know?" A finely covered Jenkins was currently resting inside his dorm room within the academy. Wearing his gambling tuxedo while lying down on the mattress covering a fairly sized wood bed. His surroundings were only barely lit up by a ball sized lamp hanging in the middle of the room. Shining down like dawning sun. ''Wonder when Michael is coming back. It''s getting late...'' And as he wished, the entrance door opened itself. Michael''s figure slowly entered the room with a sleeping Jingwei tucked in between his arms. "Speaking of the devil!" Seeing the elf lying on his bed made Michael smile. Finishing his greeting, he proceeded to place Jingewei next to his incubator, letting him rest on the old desk. "Didn''t you place a two hundred year old corpse on that bed not too long ago...?" Looking back at Jenkins, he noticed that his feminine amber eyes froze up. They eventually started turning again, he jumped off immediately. "Y...Yeah. Haha, what a time that was..." Michael just slightly smiled back at him. Pulling out the chair pressed against his desk and sitting dow.. The atmosphere seemed to have gotten colder as the two men silently eyed each other down. "You have something between your teeth, Michael." ''what?'' Michael opened his mouth and brushed his finger over the row of teeth in front. Stopping when he felt a sharp object jammed between the frontal part of his maxillary teeth. (row of teeth in the front of your mouth) After pulling it out, he saw what the shiny glow it gave off. "Is that a piece of metal? What the hell did you eat?" Michael seemed just as confused as Jenkins, and began to stutter. "I...uh, I don''t remember..." "Who cares really. Bet you chewed down on a fork. For now, we need to talk." A sense of urgency was visible in his tone. Making Michael fully concentrate on it. initiating the conversation to begin. "Go ahead and begin first. I''ll start where you finish." Jenkins scratched fingers gently through his long blond hair while closing his eyes. Preparing for a good lecture. "Well, devil kid. We are going to begin the robbery during your banquet. You may think this is a little stupid, but the main problem we would usually face is the army of general and king layer wizards guarding this old castle." . Wishing to know more, Michael encouraged him to continue with a soft nod. Letting him continue to speak. . "Through those cult membes you have enslaved, I have surprisingly gained some good intel." "The little party will be held after the school is closed, and all residentials consisting of normal teachers and students will be temporarily sendt back to their clans. Limiting the amount of people who would usually oppose us greatly. I say we are quite lucky, or what do you think, Michael?" "No answer? Fine. Just listen then. There is also a guest list. It consists of some highly ranked wizards and students who may or may not attend. However, they were going to be trouble anyways, so it doesn''t matter." "Also, the vice principal and the principal will be there at your initiation ceremony. I have currently opened the dungeon not too far away, but it''s camouflaged. So no one should have noticed anything." "My small army of undead will work as a distraction. While this goes on, I will sneak into the treasury room of this place and snatch what we need." "The Principal will notice this. So you will have to personally occupy him while I break in. Any questions?" . Michael nodded back once more, but approval was evident in his actions. Only left with a single unanswered question. "What are we stealing then, Jenkins?" Hearing what Michael said made a troubled look surface on his feminine face. The sharp ears on his head twitched a little. Maybe do to some mild worry. . "Let me tell you a little bit about myself, Michael. You should know I am not originally from here...." "Long story short, back in my old home, I was sentenced to death by my clan due to a little something I did. However, through a faint amount of luck, I managed to escape. Ending up as more of a fugitive." "Sadly for me, I could not just walk out of there. And as a consequence of my defiance, my powers have been mostly crippled and sealed, making it so that I can only really reach the lower layer... I was only able to survive thanks to a technique I created, which allows me to temporarily store my soul in other items." "This technique is however, very flawed. And I can only survive by infusing my soul into objects who hold great magical power. Like this dungeon core. My soul is also very powerful. Allowing me to still keep my original appearance whenever I take control over a body with the core." "And yes, I am what you can consider an Elf. Or more precisely, a High Elf. That is all for now. Anything else?" . Michael wanted to scratch pull his eyes out after hearing all this, but insisted him in finishing the explanation. ''Wow, that was a lot..'' "You didn''t tell me what we are stealing, Jenkins?" Hearing what Michael say make him blush with embarrassment. However, he quickly fastened himself. . "You see, Michael. The territory we are currently in, or Torvel, as its called. Wasn''t always covered by all these trees and forests." "Long ago, a nature god called Cernunnos was slain here. He was a divine beast who often took the shape of a stag or a ''horned man''." "Anywas. After he fell, the entirety of this territory began to sprout endless amounts of greenery which originated from his blood." "His flesh, although destroyed, created some weird animal subspecies which eventually occupied a lot of the landscape. However, over the course of history, their divine bloodline deteriorated. Your ability [Strider''s step] originates from the [Cernunnos strider] you managed to assimilate. The combination of all those animals seemed to have given you a fraction of one of the ancient creatures power." "However, after his remains were completely gone, something even stranger seemed to happen." "It would be easier to explain like this. Every 10 000th year, his shattered divinity will sprout in the form of what we call a [Horned Rose]. It has amazing healing properties, and even helps people advance their energy easily. This thing can help me restore some of my power. Mabye even break a part of the seal." "I was once close to getting one that sprouted a long time ago, but that Halrel guy teamed up with the principal of the academy. Not only making me lose my second dungeon core, but also the chance at gaining the flower. Luckily, I have managed to retrieve most of the things Halrel took from me thanks to you. Thank you by the way." "Back to the tale! Later on, Halrel was dunked on by the guy running this place. He took the flower with him and...and used it as a...as a cleaning device which keeps this stone museum from ageing. F***ING HELL, how can someone be this dum? But yeah, it''s here." . All of this was engraved into Michael''s mind. Helping him better understand the elf''s backstory. ''So thats why this place looks so clean even after such a long time.'' . "Anyways, your turn." Michael snapped out of his thoughts, remebering what he wanted to talk about. "There are two things I wish to ask." "First, can you still access some of your leftover power? Or are you just stuck at the [General Layer] for now?" Jenkins''s smile deepend. However, there was no joy in it, only a strong regret. "I cannot access any of it. However, my understanding of [Dark Magic] is far beyond what anyone in this world could possibly fathom." "Thanks to this, I am able to infuse the [Laws of death] into my attacks. However, this is not something I really can count on." . "Why is that?" . "You see, my body can only handle so much before corroding away. And the higher tier spell I use, the more I risk destroying my current body and core. Let''s take an example. Do you remember when we fought each other in the dungeon?" . "Yes, what about it?" . "Well, I didn''t plan on trying to fight you even with my superior skills, as I would never risk my life for something temporary. And mabye I was a little influenced by your old skill called [Killer Instinct]." "Even though my mind is very strong, the current body must have been affected by it. Clouding my judgement for a second..." "Anywas, when you destroyed the body, I took over red beard with my core. His body was too incompatible with my [Dark Affinity], and was slowly destroyed whenever I tried to use a spell." "The same goes for this body. However, I usally create seperate ones who can mostly handle anything bellow 90% dark essence." . The words he said slowly made more and more sence, but several loop holes kept appearing. Urging Michael to keep asking for more details. "Mind explaining it on a deeper level?" . "After your understanding of an element reaches 100% you can advance in it. While if you are at bellow 100%, your attacks will only be considered cheap constructs. Unable to create any lingering effect. A fire spell with under 100% understanding may burn your skin now. However, after going past that, not only will your skin burn, but your entire body and even spirit may be affected. Ripping away at your very existence." "When you go over 100% your attacks become ''Real'' in a sense. They will be infused with more power the higher your understanding is. It''s like begining at 1% of a law after you finish it''s 100% of the essence." . All of this would definitely become more useful later on. So Michael kept storing all away within his mind. "You still haven''t told me why you can''t use laws." . "My bad. After you go beyond 100% your body should have been able to gain a [Essence Shell]. It makes your body capable of using and accessing laws." "Sadly, as this clone body is far from my original one, I am unable to properly utilize it." . Michael felt a little confused by this, so he once again asked for more information. "Can you go more detailed into it?" . "Well, you can view your original body as an ever expanding plate. It is perfectly compatible with your current soul, and does not restrict your growth. You probably ended up in that kid''s body after being sendt to this world due to it perfectly fitting you." "And as you have a soul and a storage for it that fit togheter, you are then capable of growing infinitely. As for me, this is not completly compatible with my soul. Making me unable to fully grow in power, making me unable to properly tap into [Laws]. This soul and defect clone is like a plate which has a set size." "Not only does it not grow, I am also only capable of putting so much pressure on it before things start to crack and spill over. All my strongest spells at the moment affect a wider area the more power I try to use. For I am unable to focus massive amounts of energy into a single point. Less I wish to risk my core cracking." . "That''s why you didn''t instantly kill me back then, huh?" . "Thats right. Now, for your next question." . "Yeah, well, it''s my status screen. Something''s changed with my bloodline display." Slightly intrigued by this, Jenkins demanded him to show what he was talking about. "Interesting. Let''s have a look!" 46 Combination [Display engaged] ---------- [General information] (+) . Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline (-) . [Reptile Bloodline] (Essence varan: 50%) (Edel drake: 10%) . [Feline Bloodline] (Kabir tyrant: 10%) . [Canine Bloodline] (Gerwulf faunal: 10%) . [Primate Bloodline] (Czar Beastlord: 100%) (Hel''Slakter: 100%) . [Aves Bloodline] (Recusant Condor: 10%) . [Ungulate Bloodline] (Cernunnos Strider:10%) . Genetic Combo: Genetic storage: Vampire, wood elf, . Magic essence: (+) . [ABILITIES] (active) (+) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (+) (Genetic Drain)(Endless Evolution) . [Titles] (+) ---------- Jenkins looked over the new information displayed while rubbing his palm against the sharp jaw flying out of his face. "Looks pretty good, yeah." Michael once again was left without an answer. Having to continue to push for one. "Uhm, can you explain it?" The elf snapped back to reality and quickly went through it. . "No wonder you don''t know anything. The system slowly degrades as one continues to grow in strength. This useless thing is only ever truly viable when you start off..." "Your old bloodlines were thinned out after I turned you into a magical beast. However, they still survived." . "Ok...Go on." . "So, all the bloodlines you possess will show up here. And those who are present will influence your abilites and future evolutions. Or thats the gist I now get of it." . "Yes....." . "The percentage is how thick each bloodline is. I bet that increasing their thicknes would be achievable through fusing them with other weaker ones that are available." . "And how do I do that...?" . "Simple, now that you have access to these, you can freely use the abilites [Genetic storage] and [Genetic combo]. Remember when I told you I wasn''t familiar with them? That was because you didn''t have any genetic codes and bloodlines show up." . "Can I...do it freely?" . "Yes. In fact, you should be able to created mutated or new ones if their precentage and compatibility is high enough. I bet that when I pushed the randomize button on your system, your old [Hybrid] ability fused with [Integration]. Now freely allowing you to combine genetic codes together." . "Oh, sounds pretty fantastic. However, what happened to the other bloodlines I had when previously evolving?" . "They most definitely fused togheter whenever you drank the Evolution Potion. So instead of having lots of diluted pieces, you got single, fully grown one which exceeded all the other options by leaps." "And of course, the first assimilated bloodlines you had must have evolved themselvs depending on which one you chose at the start. Like your previous [Asmite Nehalem] must have given you the [Hel''Dreper] along with the other demons at the start." Michael looked over his new display with intrigue and amazement. Letting the translucent screen reflect from within his golden eyes. "So I can still get new bloodlines? Even without being able to integrate with ones like before?" Listening to what he said made Jenkins smile. Preparing to blow his mind once again. "You should able to use [Genetic drain] to gain others like you did back in the forest. Just make sure you take a piece of them this time around. Eating will be how you absorb stuff if I understand it." . "Eat them? So do they end up in the [Genetic Storage]?" . "No, they will definitely go to your list here. You see that [Vampire] and [Wood elf]? They don''t have any dominant bloodlines, but would probably work like accessories. You can most likely combine them together with the main stuff you throw into [Genetic Combo]. They would at most just give different traits. Wood elfs are good with nature, so you could get a druid type beast. Vampires on the other hand, would give you a vampiric type of beast. Give it a try!" Michael did as Jenkins told him, and placed tried imagining two of the bloodlines of the same category go into [Genetic Combo]. . [Genetic Combo: Essence Varan 50% + Edel drake 10%] [Do you wish to combine?] . With his will, the process started. Turning the screen blurry for a second. . [Congratulations!] . [New Bloodline formed!] [Bloodline added: (Essence Drake:50%) . [Essence Drake: A large lizard resembling a small dragon without wings. Its body is mainly covered by long red scales, but on each tip there are four different colors weakly drawn. Resembling the four elements of Earth, Wind, Water and Fire. Not only do they possess almost unrivaled attack speed, but they are also capable of twisting their surroundings with the high essence affinity. Turning the battlefield into a tool made to secure their dominance. It also has a strong resistance to magic, capable of weakening most spells bellow the [Expert] level]. . "Oh lord!" Seeing Michael''s reaction, Jenkins nodded with a satisfied expression. "The genetic codes added to your [Genetic storage] are things which can give your bloodlines some extra effects. All the sh** you eat from now on can sort itself out, so no need to worry." "You should also be able to add the [Vampire] genetic code to any of your current bloodlines too. However, don''t try it unless you are sure you want to, as I don''t know if you will lose it." "And also, don''t forget that you may sometimes not create new bloodlines with the combo. Mix those with similar percentages and strength. Weaker ones will just be consumed and increase the purity of the stronger one. The power difference between the original animals should also be counted in. Or that''s what I have been taught." "One last thing. Your transformation ability [Aspect of the Tainted] is most definitely connected to all your available bloodlines. Getting more of them, while at the same strengthening and combining each one should give you more messed up forms. Not that it would be a bad thing though." "And by the way, I feel like I should tell you something. The reason why I haven''t maxed your level non-stop is because your body needs time to adjust for every new evolution." The pure amount of joy and excitement exploded inside his body. Pushing his happiness determination to new heights. Unkown to Michael, this caused a weak ball of light inside his mind to regain some of it''s glow. "Thank you once more, Jenkins!" Hearing the grateful response he got made him pose with both arms stretched to the side. Letting his tuxedo bask in the weak lanter hanging on in the middle of the room. "You may continue to praise this great lord! Let it not go to waste!" Michael smiled at this idiot. Although he was rather damaged mentally, he had helped him a great deal along the way. However, as he starred at the blond haired gentleman, he seemd to have remembered something. "Yeah, by the way Jenkins. What happened to my da...no, wait, Marss''s dad?" Not exiting his pose, Jenkins continued to stand there while talking. "Those peasants are in a new village run by your father and the previous elder. I pulled some strings and turned him into a baron working under some land my friend owns." Michael nodded at him with approval while continuing to ask questions. "So, what are our plans after this? Were we going to bring ''her'' back to life?" "Well, I was thinking about laying low for a while. Letting you learn some battle arts and such or go meet those ''slay the demon lord'' buffoons in the royal castle. But yeah, can''t just have pure strength do the work every time. Mabye participating in the tournament opening in Delil would be a good start..." "As for your mom, you will have to help me reach the Ascended realm to properly revive her. Souls that get [soul trapped] are hard to get back if you fail to seal them. Don''t think about it for now." The previously tense atmosphere seemed to have died down. Letting them both relax much more, as the conversation neared its end. "Almost forgot to tell you, Michael. I fished up some fancy battle arts and techniques!" Before he could reply, Jenkins pulled out three aged books from a dark silver storage ring resting on his thin index finger. "Here! You can try looking at them after I leave. But I promise you, there is no way you can grasp any of them before the heist. I have thrown some paper notes inside which mostly explain all the basics." Feeling that he had given all the necessary information needed, Jenkins popped a shapeshifting jelly bean into his mouth. Slowly transformin into a teenager with white hair. He looked a little bit like someone Michael had seen not to long ago. Was it the little brother of that Gwen woman? The one from the ''Snow Serpent'' clan? "Anyways, get some rest. We have sh** to do tomorrow. I left the last two evolution potions inside a storage ring beneath your pillow. There are also a pair of fancy clothes inside and a....little something you can use if the battle tomorrow doesn''t go your way." The transformed Jenkins first went up to the table next to Michael, throwing out a two canned drinks summoned from his silver ring. Both of them were black in color with some sort of red ring circling around the middle. And as they landed, the warm air flowing through the room brushed against each one. Causing beads of water to trickle down from all sides. After stabilizing on the desk, Jenkins pulled one of them into the palm of his hand and pushed his finger into the top layer. Creating a finger sized hole to drink from. "You have done really well up till now, Michael. So I got you a drink from the town nearby. Pick yours up!" Seeing the gleeful smile covering the elf''s face removed any hesitation he had about refusing the toast. Quickly picking up his own drink and popping a hole on top like he just saw. Seeing the response brightened up the cheerful smile covering Jenkins''s face. Now hurriedly reaching his can towards Michael''s. "Cheers for another hundred years of my winning streak, and to increase your luck with women!" Even when transformed, Jenkins still retained some of his feminine features, like the dimples and glossy skin. Even his smile would almost make any uneducated guy follow along. Watching his amber, or now blye eyes narrow themselves into small crescent slits, and the smile uncovering the row of pearly white tweeth made Michael to smirk. hitting his own metal can against Jenkins''s. "Your winning streak was ruined after you lost the flower the first time. And my luck with girls was never bad, you only set me up with a cult leader''s daughter..." Jenkins pulled back his drink while making a sour face. His mouth formed itself into small duck lips. "First of all, I never lose. Even when all odds are against me, I will still stand thirty or so steps in front." "Second of all, you are in no position to say my winning streak is bad! Hmpf. Remember how you got forced out of control by that shitty brat? Yeah, taking control over a body which already contains a soul is quite the pain, right? I should know." "For your girl problem... Che! You had like almost twenty something psychopaths who all wanted your child. However, you just squashed them! And Firne-something''s family was well off too! What a waste.." Looking at the foolish act made Michael''s smirk evolve into a happy laughter while he raised his drink. "How about this? Cheers for our meeting, good brother!" Jenkins closed his eyes and smiled gently back. Raising his occupied hand into the air. "Cheers for our meeting, good brother." They then both chugged down their drinks respectively. Slamming the empty tin cans onto the wood desk. After finishin up, Michael made a horrible grimace while trying not to vomit out what he just swallowed. "W..what the hell did you buy..?" Jenkins shifted his gaze away from the two empty cans and towards the weirdly shaped face Michael made. "It''s called Brany. A famoues liquor named after the some warrior woman. Or thats what the vender said." Michael looked back at the oblivious face resting on his own. Having a hard time understanding why this guy wasn''t throwing up. "What was in your drink?" "Mine? Just some mead. That Brany stuff is nasty." He was now going to say something else, but Jenkins only smiled even more when he tried to dispel the painful face. Jenkins looked at Michael''s irritated expression ease up. Placing his one hand on the boy''s shoulder, and scooping Jingwei up with the other. "The goblin woman is in the dungeon for now. I''m also setting Jingwei there, for it is unwise to carry excess luggage when traveling." After finishing this sentence Jenkins took a long pause. Drawing in a deep breath of air into his artificial lungs. "And Michael..." The tone of his voice seemed to hold a worried yet expecting energy behind it. Almost as if he had changed his usual indifferent and prideful attitude completly. His now blue eyes froze in place. Almost as if he looked at a sheep. "Has something happend to you lately?" Was it the way he said it? Or was it the heaviness resting beneath each word that caused the golden eyes boy to unconsciously panic. Making drops of sweat fall from his forehead. Halting every thought he had which told him to share anything. "Nothing I really remember. What about it?" Jenkins then turned back to face him. Forming a deep frown as started walking out of the room. "No, I just wanted to ask." He walked towards the door and quickly exited. Each of his footsteps made slight creaking noises as they greeted the stone floor which decked the halls. Jenkins did not weigh much, but every move he made contained a powerful energy, which would naturally make others tremble in fear. And so he left. Not even giving a glance back as the door slammed shut. .... Now alone in his room, Michael kept looking at the sturdy plan outlining the exit with the old books on his lap. ''Strange. I felt the shadow of death grip me by the throat just now... It felt like if I had told him about...what happened earlier today, I would not live to see tomorrow...'' Removing his gaze from the entrance and onto his two books, Michael made up his mind for how to proceed forwards. Not wanting to worry too much about what had just happened. ''I...I will tell him after tommorow''s plan is finished. As for now, Let''s see if I can''t at least get the the gist of what these books teach. Other than that, let me also practice the available spells.'' He placed all three onto his desk. Remembering how the knight from earlier had so casually shattered the confidence he had in his abilities. ''I don''t remember everything...but didn''t he talk about something called the Metal Shrine? I''ll get Lissanna and her subordinates to gather some information on it...'' The rest of that night, Michael kept going through the battle manuals left for him, while occasionally trying to meditate on his magic essence. However, while he tried to pour his all into getting more powerful, a small horde of illusive aberrations began to move inside his weakened mind. Each and every one slowly sharpening their fangs and claws while waiting for a chance to run loose... 47 Heist 1 Let The Games Begin ''Damn, this dress is too tight..'' At this current point in time, Michael was walking alone through the empty brick halls of the academy. The separate pathways were all lit up by some small yellow lanterns. Highlighting the road ahead and the few paintings which would occasionally appear. From the weak lighting, you would be able to see the black garnament covering most of his built body. It resembled a regular dress, however, there was small black cape covering the upper half his torso. Only displaying one of his arms. Altough he was very compact, his body still retained a normal size. As if all the pounds of solid mass condensed themselves inwards. The aura which he would naturally give of, the one belonging to the most ruthless organism, was at this moment disguised as any other that any normal humans. However, even with that, every move made would slightly reveal his true strength. For the bricks underneath always trembled whenever stepped on them. ''I didn''t get to see the guest list... Well, that''s the price paid for staying in my room until now. Wonder who''s going to be there.'' Michael kept treading through the tunnels of cobblestone and textile until arriving next to a pair of interlocking doors. ''I can sense several life forms currently staying in this location thanks to my bestial senses. However, it''s very restricted. Wouldn''t want anyone to grow suspicious.'' He softly pushed his available hand onto one of the doors before him. Causing them to gently creak open. A strong light shone out of the opening, lighting up the place where he stood. As Michael entered, he was temporarily blinded by the strong glow digging into his eyes. However, this moment of paralysis quickly ended, allowing him to see the new world before him. The room was very spacy. All the walls were painted white while the floor held a light brown shine to it. Both reflecting the yellow rays emitted by the large lanterns hanging from above. Several long tables filled with fancy food, silver plates and a whole bunch of weird cutlery covered one third of the chamber. All equipped with around fifty empty chairs each. There was several well dressed men and women bunched up togheter in groups of ten filling every corner available. This place wasn''t too different from his old world, in the aspect of preferred clothing, that is. The women would usually wear some puffy dresses with a small collection of jewlery on. Every ornaments would differ from each individual, as they most likely represent their clan. Most of the men were equipped with suits very similar to his own. However, there were some who could be seen wearing a type of court dress. Including the expensive clothing was of course, also a couple of familiar accessories fastened on either their shoulders, in the form of pads, chest medals, or earings. Highlighting which clan each person came from, just as it did with the girls. As he entered further in, all the guests stopped what they were doing. Causing a shadow of silence to fill the large ballroom. Glueing everyone''s attention at his well gentle frame. Feeling all the eyes lock onto him brought fourth a feeling of embarrassment. However, he did not succumb to it, and forcefully held it in. "Welcome, Sir Marss! You are finally here!" Right next to him appeared someone slightly familiar. It was a sort of wizard wearing a large sharp hat and a long robe. ''Is this the guy who measured my affinities back when I first arrived?'' "A..Ah, it''s nice to see you again. Sir Grel, was it?" The old man smiled when hearing Michael say his name. Touched that he was still remembered in the talented youth''s memory. "Haha, yes. We have all been waiting patiently for your arrival. After all, you are tonights main star!" Grel pattet his back and escorted him towards the senter. Walking by several men and women who all held a champaign glass with translucent liquor inside. Every pair raised their drinks whenever passed. His solid leather shoes clapped against the light brown wood floor. Echoing throughout the surroundings and making him even more noticed by the noble crowd. Grel eventually stopped before a group of people consisting of his fellow apprentices, the vice principal, and a very tall man donning a long azure blue robe. Caleen, the half elf, was wearing a suit similar to what all the other guy''s wore, and with her hair was set in a ponytail. Seeing him finally arrive caused a splendid smile to surface on her face. Like that of two good friends seeing each other after a long time. Linza, the hardy princess, wore a long white dress. Blending very well alongside the golden hair falling down to her shoulders. She didn''t have any ornament or jewelry on... Was this gurl mabye not from some famoues clan? Well, anways, she grunted at him as they made eye contact. Selin, the one with the glasses and neck lenght hair, was covered in a large black dress. It looked like she tried to stand still, having both her hands crossed over her stomach. But when seeing him she lifted one up and gave him a soft wave. This, however, caused the heavy load on her chest to bounce a little, making the girl blush and timidly place her hand back down. Not wanting to move again. As for the last two guys, the green haired Geled and Telmod from the ''snow serpent clan'', they only nervously looked at him. Hoping that he didn''t hold any grudges against them. Geled was pretty average, with the same clothing as Caleen. But Telmod, who had a long tail of white hair fall down his back, wore a white dress and a small serpent emblem on his chest. ''Well, they all seem to remember me..'' He only nodded back at each one before turning towards the vice principal and the tall man. The bald, purple eyed man who he now called his teacher wore a purple robe, very similar to the azure one. When the vice principal looked at him, a smile seemed to form on his face. Creatuing a set of wrinkles to cover every patch and spot where his eyebrows and facial hair should''ve been. "I''m glad you could fine time to finally come back, Marss!" Michael smiled back at him and tried to speak with as much respect as he could muster. "Thank you, teacher. I was only out practicing outside for a while. No disrespect was meant by it!" "Haha there is no need to excuse yourself, Marss." The bald man started laughing, and slowly turned towards the tall individual next to him. "Marss, you may wonder who this man is. Well, why don''t you introduce yourself?" Michael looked up at the tall man. He had some rather good looking facial features. However, you could see some small wrinkles and markins revealing that he clearly was definitely much older than he looked. A thin black and grey beard covered most of his cheeks and jaw. Sharing the same color with the long strips of hair falling from the head. His eyes held the same color as his robe, with a strong blue tint radiate out from them. Both underlined lined by the two sword shaped eyebrows. "Greetings, elder. I am Marss Zell. How should I adress you?" Hearing the polite tone of speech caused a weak smile to grow over the tall man''s face. Twisting the thin beard ever so slightly while his lips moved. A deep manly voice then came in his direction. "Greetings, Marss. I am Stenn Zarel Lin. The hundreth and tenth Principal of our Bell Academy. You may adress me as Stenn." Looking up at the two, no, three meter tall man was like trying to starre down a building. You could feel the unbreakable power emitted from just his gaze alone. "Then Sir Stenn. It is an honor to be able to meet you." Stenn didn''t seem to bother too much about the way Michael adressed him. Quickly beginning to talk to him. "Marss, I hear you have an affinity towards gold. Tell me, what level has your essence understanding reached?" Everybody nearby started sharpened their ears and looked towards the two. All eager to hear how talented Marss actually was. "Well, Sir Stenn.. My gold essence has reached thirty percent as of late. However, I keep trying to improve it." The usual iron expression transformed itself into a slightly surprised one which also containing a hint of eagerness. As for his seniors and teacher, they all starred at him with gaping mouths. Even Selin was left shocked, as just increasing ones essence was considered very time consuming and hard. "Haha, very good! You are indeed someone worthy of my praise." The enormous principal stuck one of his gigantic hands into his robe with a single, quick move. Pulling out an aged book. He gave it a look before handing it over to Michael. Beginning to explain what this unexpected gift was. "I usually don''t do this. But since you are my loyal vice principals new student and a genius in two rights, why not." "This is an adept level gold spell I handpicked from our treasury. There hasn''t been anyone suitable for it in a long time. That is, until you arrived here. Consider this a token of my good will." Not hesitating in the least, he immediately bowed down and accepted it with a satisfied smile. He immidetly stored it inside the silvee storage ring resting on his index finger However, Stenn seemed to have shifted his attention towards it as he did so. Lifting up one of his robust hands and grinding it against his spikey jaw. "Marss, may I ask where you got that ring on your finger?" A weak frown made it''s home on the large forehead as he further eyed down the ring. "It was a gift from my family." Hearing his answer seemed to remove the principal''s suspicions. Did he know about what status his name had? No matter. He only nodded back at him while pulling the vice principal towards another group of people. ''Checking the Zell background is a must..'' As he watched the two old timers leave, a small crowd of men and women quickly rushed at him. Wildly swarming around his unmoving figure like a school of fish after finding a meal. . "Sir Marss, Please join us for a drink!" "Sir Marss, come to visit our clan!" "Are you currently in a relation ship, Sir Marss?" "Can you show us some gold spells?!" . All kinds of questions were bombarded away. All with different requests, but still containing his name in them. Feeling the crowd push onto his body caused a slight anger to generate inside his mind. How dared prey so carelessly push themselvs onto him? Did they have a death wish? Something inside his brain shook a little, and he prepared to answer them in his own way. However, before he could do anything, something gripped the back end of his dress and pulled him out. He brushed against the crowd, and after being released from their grip, he found himself standing next to Selin. She looked at the group of guests with an angry expression. Making some sort of invincible wave flow out of her blue eyes as she started speaking. "You people lack manners." Michael saw how her eyes gained a darker tint when the wave started to travel, as well as her brown hair turn slightly more black. It replaced his growing anger with a feeling close to interest and fascination. It wasn''t directed at him, so measuring it''s power was fairly hard. However, the flock of chockens feeling the pressure head on dispersed in an instant. Not daring to anger this woman. ''Wonder what her background is.'' After they left, she turned towards him with an awkward smile. Scratching the side of her head while starting to talk. "You are quite famous here. Even Caleen and Linza don''t hold a candle to it." Michael smirked back and followed up. "you could probably surpass us all in popularity if only you hadn''t been so silent. Or that''s what I have heard." A defeated look made it''s way over her awkward expression. "You are probably right in some way. However, I still wouldn''t be able to get any other friends than you and the others." He was going to ask her what she meant, but saw her eyes trickle towards the principal''s back. Looking at it with a glimmer of sorrow and resentment. ''They are connected? Well, in that case..'' "Well, you at least have me here. Or is that mabye not enough?" The sorrowful gaze was forcefully broken and Selin looked back at into his golden eyes. The previous negative emotions seemed to have been turned into a sort of triumphant mockery. Selin crossed her hands in front of her chest and smiled at him. They were rather close when it came to height. However, Michael had some small amount of leverage over her thanks to his shoes. "You try and make a move on me already, huh? Haven''t we only talked once before?" Michael''s smile stiffend when he heard her. Trying to figure out how she came to that conclusion, however, still wishing to play along. "I belive it was you who seeked me out this time, Mrs Selin." The girl laughed mildly at his response while waving one of her hands into the air. Making a buttler quickly bring them a pair of champagne glasses. She picked them both up from silver plate held by the servant, and quickly passed one over to him. "You are a wicked, yet bold friend, Sir Marss. Cheers for our second meeting!" He grabbed the glass back and gently lifted it up. "I am many things, Mrs Selin. But wicked?" Selin''s smile grew more radiant and she gently hit her glass into his own After pulling back his hand, Michael heard a noise similar to a piece of metal tapping on some hollow object from behind. Both he and Selin turned towards it, only to find Principal Stenn hitting a teaspoon against the base of his drink. The tall man cleared his voice for a second. Preparing to speak away. "I wish to thank all who have taken time out of their schedule, so that we may celebrate the peace and glory which has rained down at our school for hundres of years." "As most of you know, we usually only host these banquets at the end of ''Fall Time''. However, it has come to my attention that one of the finest geniuses in this world was rolled in at our entry exam this year." "Marss Zell Jonhson. He who holds not only the affinity of gold, but also three other essences. Raise your glass!" Michael quickly did as he was told. Pushing his arm up into the air. The black robe he wore flared up a little. Almost as if surfing on a gust of wind, causing it to heroically sway. It generated a valoures power which surged off into the hearts of all his onlookers. Stenn similarly raised his glass while shouting loudly into the ballroom. "Everyone. Let us toast for this man''s future! For Marss!" All the surrounding guests drew their arms up into the air. All shouting at the same name. "For Marss!" Every single glass was lined up perfectly. Holding their own beverage containing an army of tiny bubble which made their way up to the top. ''Damn.. This feels really nice. Kind of reluctant to start a massacre now..'' However, the bubbles weren''t the only thing that started moving. Even the liquid started to vibrate. No, now the glass shook? What was going on? Tracing the sudden movements made the all those present look down at the light brown floor. An increasingly powerful quake travelled underneath their feet. Eventually growing to such at degree where the contents of the glass violently spilled over. "What is happening?" That was the sentence which come from almost every quest''s mouth. Looking around at the dishes and plates covering the long tables fall to the ground. Principal Stenn''s glass didn''t seem to shake even in the least. Almost as if it wasn''t connected to the floor. "Everyone, please calm down. We are magicians, are we not?" The small amount of panic vanished without a trace after his voice echoed into the room. Each of them started using their energy as a medium to block of the sudden earthquake. Lessening the pressure felt. Stenn cautiously looked around. Waiting for the origin of the tremor to reveald itself. And so it did. The solid white walls were suddenly smashed through. Pulverizing the cobblestone into bits. However, even when all the walls fell appart, the roof still remaind over everyone''s heads. Held up by an unkown force. The large amount of dust created by the shockwave quickly cleared up. Showing the ones responsible for the uncalled for destruction. A legion of giant bears, wolfs and gorillas stretched out into every single direction. They all had dark grey fur covering their bodies, with the occasional bald spot found some places. Several stiched scars rounded out all their joints and ligaments. Showing that these creatues were not truly alive any longer. The tightly pressed togheter beasts eyed down the guests with their glowing purple eyes. Each picking one to take a bite from first. However, a blue energy wave temporarily seperated the army away from the wizards. Allowing Stenn to make a final statement before rising up in the air alongside the vice principal. "All at the high general layers and above, prepare for battle! Those bellow must escape!" Without any questions asked, all those who could fight lined themselvs in a formation while the weaker ones ran for theu life. Selin tried to look for Michael, but when she turned around, he had disappeared. ''Showing up and leaving as you please...what a guy.'' She smiled lightly and ran towarss the interlocked doors Michael had originally entered from. After all the nuisances had left, Stenn made the blue smoke covering him and the rest throw itself away. Taking several zombie''s with it. "Vapor Magic: Wave Of The Dried Sea" Not only did they fly off, but hundres of them started to turn into stick sized husks. Dispersing when hitting the ground. "That should hold them off for a while..." However, a sudden sence of urgency welled up inside his heart. Making him instantly turn towards the bald vice principal. "Dirum. I must leave leave. You will be responsible while I am away." Vice principal Dirum was going to retort, but after seeing the urgent worry cover his sworn brother''s face, he decided to keep it to himself. Seeing that there was no backlash or questions made Stenn nod at him and fly off into the tunnel where everybody had escaped from. Dirum turned back to the beasts again. His purple eyes shone brighter by every second passed, only stopping when he stretched out his hands and chanted. "Illusion Magic: Astral Foe!" A weak light shout out form his body, covering everyone nearby. As the flashy spell died down, nothing had seemed to have changed. Nothing for the well dressed wizards, that is. From one of the beast''s perspective, all the humans had mysteriously disappeared from their sight. And they were not even able to properly smell them either. "You all have twenty minutes to take them out. I will support in any way possible!" And with that, the fighting had started.. ..... ''Dammit! Who dares break into the treasure room of my academy! If I don''t dismember your body into corn sized beads of meat then I am not worthy of my title!'' Stenn was currently flying at full speed through the dark brick halls. Extinguishing every singe lantern he passed by. After a while, he arrived near some stairs leading down to a deep, dark void. A sort of haunted energy was emitted from the darkness. Making any other person than himself pass out due to fright. He only looked into it for a couple of breaths before flinging his body straight down. He only used a single moment before arrivinf at the bottom which now showing a long green passage. Lit up by an infinite row of lamps built into the roof of it. Stenn did not even hesitate a second before blazing forwards once more. Even while traversing the tunnel at such an unbelievable speed, he could still see thesurroundings clearly. Along the way, badly mangled human corpses and shredded remains would become more commonly found the further in he went. Causing his heart to ache each time he saw one. ''Brothers and sisters. Thank you for your service until now..'' His sharp eyebrows knitted harder and harder togheter due to the unbearable anger and loss he felt. Boosting the speed which he moved at. Making the passing walls turn into blurry loops circling around the corners of his vision. After following this path for a while, he finally stopped for the last time. Now hovering inside a massive room which would be able to fitt an incredible amount of large wildlife. However, although it was large, the room was not considered long. At most, it would possess the same lenght as the black and silver vault door before him. Exceeding his height by at least twenty times. The large vault had not changed much from last time he had seen it. Containing neither dust nor any signs of aging. Still holding an almost fresh feeling, like it was just recently made. But bellow it, was a different story. The passage he had travelled through would usually share its colir with the room, both being dark green all over. This place would usually have several golems and trusted wizards standing guard. Greeting him whenever he arrived. However, right in front of him was none of the usual laughter and joy. The only thing close to anything human here would be the grated bits of flesh, bone and metal spread around the floor like sand. The walls beside the vault seemed to have been dentes too. No, they weren''t jusr dented. There laid a small row of severed human heads hammered inside. Almost looking like abodyless crowd of people blankly focusing their attention into the center of the room. Focusing at the thing which nonchalantly sat there cross legged without a care in the world. The figure sitting there had some sort of black fur covering most parts of it''s naked body. Only revealing the head, hands and feet. similar in color to the rugged hair in the head. Long black nails shot out from every single finger and toe. Each one covered in some rotted flesh. As Stenn asserted the foreign man before him, it''s sharp ears suddenly twitched. Causing both eyes to open at the same time. Two pure black voids were aimed in his direction. But if you dared stare back, two vertically slit lines of gold would reveal themselvs. This weird creature looked rather familiar actually. Where had he seen it before? "Who are you?" Stenn''s dark voice echoed into the bloody room. Making the dusty remains whistle in the wind generaged by his breath. The humanoid beast stood up from the floor to meet his hovering body. Only answering after it had stabilised it''s strong body. "You can call me Michael." ''Michael?'' While trying to find an answer to something, he suddenly retorted back at it. "No, wait. Marss?....Hmpf. Looks like that was just a cover, or am I wrong?" It did not answer this time, only smiling back at him. Confirming all suspicions he had. "I knew I had seen that storage ring somewhere.. To think that elf dared come back here..." Michael ignored what he said. Wanting to shift the topic to something else. "Mr Stenn." . He understood what the boy wanted and angrily talked back to him. "What, boy?" . "As you have kept me waiting here, there is something I wish to ask you, if it wouldn''t be too troublesome, that is." . Ask him? What could this foolish rat even think about at this moment? "Go ahead. Consider it your final rites." . Michael looked up at the hovering blue cloud gently floating in the air. Sending a profound energy towards it as he spoke. "What does it mean to be an emperor?" . Stenn registered what he had said and frowned even deeper than he previously had. Not getting what he was talking about. "What? Kid, I can feel your energy level is at the lower king layer." "Whatever... An emperor is someone who has understood the profound mysteries of some type of art to a certain degree. That, and of course having mastered their internal energy or body to an inhuman level. That is what an emperor is." . Stenn looked back at Michael with some impatience. But that quickly changed into anger and confusion as he saw the boy''s smile now spitting a arua of mockery at him. . "You are wrong, Sir Stenn." . What was that now? "Boy, what did you just say..?" . Michael stretched out both his hand. Looking like he was warming up his body before something big. "An emperor is someone who holds the life of every single man and woman benath him withing his grasp. It is someone who has gained the authority to rule over the fate of others. Who is unchallenged by his peers." "And as a matter of fact, Stenn. You are no emperor, for you rule over nothing.... Nothing more than this pen filled with sheep....." . Stenn''s anger began to fume over, but his smile only seemed to grow in strength. Eagerly making plans for how to deal with this brat. "Ho? You call me unworthy of my position? Then tell, Michael. What kind of authority do you hold here in my domain?" . Michael''s smile twisted itself backwards until reaching his ears. Leaving a large opening for his jagged teeth to shine throughout the room. A grotesque aura made up of the malice from tens, no, hundres of hungry monsters ripped itself out from every pore on his body. And as the sickly energy covered them both, he gave his last answer to the man named Stenn Zarel Lin. . "I hold the authority over your life." .... 48 Heist 2 Battle Between Emperors "Over my life, you say?" Stenn rouse further up in the air. Letting his blue robe flicker madly against the pressure overwhelming pressure he started to exclude. The bloody smell in their arena seemed to slowly grow weaker when coming in contact with it as well. "You are one hundred years too early, Mr Michael!" Just after his shout had echoed into the room, some sort of immaterial mist began to circle around him. Gathering and thickening, until shooting itself at Michael in the form of a large human hand. "Vapor Magic: Water Drain!" The translucent hand absorbed all the surrounding moisture as it closed in on his frame. Too bad that just before it grabbed him, Michael also chanted something of his own. Letting the powerful voice overpower the remanences left by Stenn. "Gold Magic: Gold Throttle!" The fingers shooting out of the vapor hand were about to curl around him, threatening to turning his bestial body into a dried husk. But before any contact was made, a strong gold light enveloped him. Everything from the fur, to the hair on his head, all changed into a radiant yellow color. Even his eyes turned into glowing gold coins. The blinding shine was hard to properly make out. However, if you focused onto Michael, you would see the misty hand which previously held him down dissipate into thin air. No, it was almost as if the vapor started to sizzle into nothingness. Left to watch his attack be nullified like this almost caused Stenn to vomit blood with his mouth wide open and shock filled eyes. ''I...I have never seen or heard about something like this?! What I cast was an expert level spell! How was it ruined so easily?!'' As the light and fog disappeared, Michael''s hairy figure once more became visible. Standing in the same spot with a mocking smile as he looked up at Stenn. "I bet you''re thinking about what I just did? Well, although this spell has no offensive power, it can purify energy constructions quite well. So even if you use your fancy master rank magic at me, I can still destroy it. That is one of the main powers gold has...." ''Well, it only works on ranged attacks. And the energy drained is much greater than the attacking spell.. But he doesn''t need to know that.'' The two went back to starring at each other. Letting a heavy silence cast it''s shadow over them. This brief moment of peace was, however, interrupted by Michael, who''s body was beginning to morph rapidly. All the bones in his body cracked and bent in different direction, while his skin turned into a hide made up of sickly red and green scales, holdin lines of hair between the chinks. Turning his figure melted itself into something resembling a beastman dipped in a pool of boiling metal and plastic. After the outer layer stopped, four bone spikes shot of from his back and finished the show. There he now stood. Just as deformed and mutilated as always. Eyeing down the wizard with the two hollow eyes. "I bElLiVe iT Is mY TuRn..." And with that, he threw himself at Stenn like a missile. Creating a bursting sonic boom which rattled away all the fossilized remains circling around their stage. .... "F*** what the hell is this damn barrier made off?!" Behind the large vault laid an unimaginable amount of gold and jewelry spread around in boulder sized patches. The walls on all sides were covered in large bookshelf, containing an inconceivable amount of aged knowledge. These two main elements made the golden room emit a metallic smell which was mixed with a hint of old paper. It would definitely make you nauseous if you chose to stay inside for too long. Meanwhile, if you ignored all the treasure on both of your sides and continued to traverse deeper in, you would eventually find an alter. No, more like a wood pedestal sealed within a glass sphere. Only allowing one to see the item displayed. There laid a type of thorny brown flower inside which peacefully rested within. The white petals on it''s tip each shot out in different directions, almost like a pair of antlers. They emitted a green glow whuch covered the entire body in a ball of light. Before this weird artifact stood a blond haired elf, currently covered in a black robe which rounded out it''s limbs like any normal pair of clothing would. Jenkins was at this point in time, sitting in front of the glass sphere while pressing some sort of red alarm clock into it. Small transparent letters were constantly flying in and out of his little gadget, and each time a new set of signs were absorbed, the clock would slightly turn, while the screen sealing it out would crack. Creating marks resembling strands of white silk. He tried to concentrate on his job. However, several loud hammering noises kept echoing to his location in the form of deafening gong slams. Like a baseball bat being thrashed against a sheet of metal. Sweat started to trickle from his forehead as Jenkins struggled to maintaining his concentration. The strain generated from the clock also did not decrease, further bothering him. "Well, it is what it is..." "Dark Magic: Dark Doppelganger" Two dark humanoids rouse up from the shadow laying next to his bowing knees. Immediately bowing before him after fully gaining form. "Number one can collect some books. while number two gets me some f*** cash!" The humanoid shadows did not answer back, and immediately ran their seperate ways. Both seemed to hold onto a silver ring which was glued to their index finger. Jenkins went back to focusing on the task at hand after feeling the pressure of his ego lessen. But deep within his mind, he still held thought about something else. ''Michael... His mind deteriorated faster than I could expect. That guy managed to easily suppress the effect those animalistic instincts had before. But now, it looks like the sudden empowerment of those emotions weakened his mental fortitude by a great deal...'' More sweat kept trickling down Jenkins''s forehead. Adding a salty stench to the metallic fervor flowing through the air. ''Not only is he on the verge of cracking, but there are also the side effects to his sudden growth bursts, energy and body vise.'' ''His energy level has stagnated due to forcefully increasing durring the reset. And the time spent between each evolution is too short! His body never got the chance to properly adapt, slowly causing the cells in his body to store all the excess energy and move towards self destruction.'' ''Well, there is also the flawed evolution potion Halrel made...'' A determined look surfaced beneath the drops of raining water and locks of gold hanging on his face. ''Tsk, I hoped he would last a little longer to... What a waste. But you served your purpose, Michael. So I have made an alternate plan in case you survive this. Take it as a token of my gratitude.'' And so the conversation ended. Rearranging all available mental power onto the red clock squashed between his hands and the glass sphere. .... Outside the treasury room, the fight had halted. The remains which were previously spread all over had now disappeared together with the bloody stench. The surrounding air had turned so dry and tasteless, darring to take more than five breaths would definitely cause you to cough uncontrollably. But that was not the most noticeable change here. There now laid several dents smashed into every available nook and cranny found throughout the room. Enclosing the two ragged figures which starred at each other down, inside a ring made of holes. Michael was in his humanized tainted form. And although he didn''t look too damaged, you would be able to see multiple cracks running all over his scaley hide. Every time he dispelled Stenn''s spells, a relentless assult would quickly follow. He had tried many times to use all the abilites to his advantage, but learned that even after bringing out the most commonly used arsenal, Stenn would just casually brush it of with an unbreakable barrier created by his energy. As for the principal, although Michael had never really done any damage to him, the trademark azure robe usually covering his upper body was ripped to shreds, only leaving behind a small skirt for his hips and legs. Fully exposing a thin layer of black rope tightly tied around his muscular torso and arms. Perfectly matching the shoulder lenght black hair and sharp eyebrows. Stenn looked down the creature standing before and once again aimed both hands at it. "Vapor Magic: Drought Storm!" A wave of hot steam materialized before his fingers and shot at Michael. Continuously growing larger and thicker while it neared Michael''s cracked body. However, just as it was about to hit, a gold light instantly destroyed it. Once more exposing the deformed grin resting on the abomination''s mutilated face. ''I have tried so many times, but that damn light seems to work no matter what I do...'' While Stenn''s thoughts were building themselves up from seprate courses of trial and error, you would find out that Michael''s were much different. . ''F*** I''m almost out of energy and my head hurts like hell... Hope I managed to fool this idiot. Anyways... System, do I still have the old abilites from the [Hel''B?rger] transformation?'' . [Confirmed] . His mood brightened a little as the future course of action were determined in a single moment. ''Good...'' . Michael''s body was considered to be at the lower emperor layer after transforming, while Stenn''s energy was at the middle one. Even though his body was much stronger, the incredible difference in density and power measured between his bones and the wizards barrier proved to be too great. Not even when using [Gold Clad] could he do any damage. His bones and skin always cracked each time they clashed. Causing his fighting spirit to slightly wither. ''If worst comes to worst, I''ll use the thing Jenkins gave me. However, that is my last resort... Something keeps telling me that I can''t trust him any longer..'' Looking back at Stenn who was now standing on the alloyed floor helped him regain some focus back. Remembering that now was no time to have your thoughts wander around. Stenn saw the determined flash momentarily sink into the hideous front and smiled mockingly. "You are incapable of damaging me, Mr Michael. But I will not stop you from trying again!" The mad grin hanging on the beast''s face grew more radiant when he heard the provocation. Satisfied with the results he had been waiting for. "VeRy GoOD, sIR SteNN!" Michael placed his arms on the ground while raising his hips. Stancing himself like an olympic sprinter readying himself before a last crucial lap. ---------- . [Immortal Speed: Triples user''s traveling rate with the use of energy.] . [Mad Dance of Power LvL 2(Charge): Increases user''s physical power by 200% each passing second, stopping when reaching 2000%] . [Tyrant''s iron fist LvL1: Increase the density of user''s fist by 10% with energy] . [Element cloak LvL 1: Increases offensive and defensive power of spells by 10%. Activating this will slowly drain energy] . [Essence Dance LvL 1: All spells which require the host to use physical power are boosted by 10%] . [Hel''denger: Makes your fists and claws emit a corrosive substance which rapidly makes flesh break down] . [Hel''Beiner: Can harden bones in your body, increasing impact damage by 200%] . [Hel''trasher: Turn damage into physical power, increasing your strength every time you take a blow. This is always active] . ---------- His entire body violently shook. The malformed scales and mucles tried to expand in order to release this unreal amount of tension being built up. However, Michael kept using his spirit to forcefully hold it down. Further charging himself with the never ending flow of potential swelling within his core. ''And at last...'' ---------- [Strider''s step LvL 2: User can fling himself 200 meters into any direction. Travelling speed is affected if abilites are used] ---------- His body''s violent rumbling increased each passing moment. Making him resemble a rubber strip right before tearing. Finally, the shaking stopped as he felt himself reach the peak. Hot steam now shot out from every single pore on the scaley body, while his legs started to wildy expand. The never ending flow of white fog sung out from the cracks in his armour. As if his organs had turned into boilers which ran on overdrive. Meanwhile, the two sticks of malformed mass slowly began to dwarf him as they returned to their natural size. The charge did not stop once! Not even after both legs halted their growth. It was almost like he was waiting for something to snap the strings which held him in place. . Stenn''s expression did not change even when seeing the giant tumors fly out of the little monster''s body. No care, not even when they dug into the metal floor. Rather, he only became agitated and impatient at this messed up display. "What are you wasting my time for, boy!" . Unkown to him, however, this was the signal Michael had waited for. The suppressing cuffs holding his legs in place shattered. The metal beneath rocketed out like a wild wave of water. Rolling and folding off, each going their own direction. The aftermath of Michael''s jump singlehandedly created two interconnected holes that now laid themselvs where his feet had just rested. The large mounds of muscle quickly shrunk back after ascending off the ground. Flying back into Michael''s body like water to a sponge. As for the main part, it thundered forwards. No boom was created this time, for he had reached the supersonic speed level. The amount of invincible power generated from this jump had turned his body into a never ending dark red streak. Cutting away every particle and atom darring to stand in his way. While he approached Stenn at an unfathomable pace, the zone of silence left behind swiftly ended as he exited it. Radiating the pressurized Mach Wave into every single bacteria and object resting within this enclosed space. Even Stenn felt cold sweat flow down his back as the boom carpet gripped the soul inside his body by the neck. He could feel, but not see Michael approaching anymore. Forcefully releasing out all the available energy in the form of a panic stricken aura. Surrounding him in a massive blue flame. After it had covered his body, Stenn then proceeded to throw a fist in the direction of the red line, as his eyes started to glow with an azure light. The swinging motion of his body seemed to have synchronized itself with the arrow of destruction. Unknowingly planning on colliding with it at the same time. Michael could not perceive the world around him while in this state, only managing to feel a torch of energy flare up in front of him. ''I have you now..'' He forcefully sendt his ruined arm forwards, as if striking a superhero pose while flying. Michael felt the blue flame slowly swirl around him. Revealing the location of his enemy. After fully positioning himself, he then whispered something into the cracked air. Something which only he would ever know what meant . "Blood Magic: Thrombocyte Molotov." . And so, their bodies connected. 49 Heist 3 Force Outside the overrun castle which now laid in ruins, stood several different men and women. No, these people did not stand on the crushed pavement beneath, but were hovering in the air. But flying was not the only thing they held in common, for everyone were currently exhaling and inhaling at a rapid pace, magnifying the exhausted energy created from this crowd of drained magicians. The ground bellow them was filled with multiple layers of shattered bricks, and corpses belonging to those undead monsters. It wafted out a smell of rotten earth. Similar to the stench a small mountain of compost would create. Pillars of smoke rouse up from all sides, most likely created from the lanters and the paintings which had been slammed togheter. As the wizards witnessed all this suffering, a sense of defeat emerged in their mind. However, this did not count for all. For in the center of all these finely dressed people stood a bald man without a hair on his head. Only containing two dim purple bulbs which eyed down the destruction beneath. ''Brother Stenn. Please be safe.'' Dirum and the ones left fighting had completely finished off all the zombies. Leaving non behind. And this was made sure of by himself. Finally, with nothing more here to do, helooked back at all the tired comrades, and a swift judgement was made. "Everyone, retreat! Go seek treatment in the town nearby!" However, just as he finished talking, a deafening boom was shot out from underneath the rubble covering the academy. The crushed bricks and corpses first rattled back and forth, before suddenly being ejected up in the air like a tsunami of death. It forced everyone to madly disperse, not giving those who wished to stay behind any chance to survive, as they were shot full of holes. Dirum was the quickest to react, and witnessed first hand how some of his brothers and sisters over many years were turned into mincemeat by the sea of jagged rocks. ... And with that, they crashed. Michael''s balled up claw hammered itself against the blue flare containing Stenn''s fist. Generating an incredible amount of azure sparks which chipped themselves over his hand. Two things happend during the moment of impact. The first was the barrier shielding Stenn''s fist shattering into dust. Exposing his thick arm covered by the black rope. And after the barrier broke, the pair of knuckles then connected, causing Stenn''s fingers to instantly transform into an immeasurable collection of scorched red shards. Shooting of into every possible direction like a package of popcorn thrown in a volcano. This was indefinitely painful. But too bad that there was even more in store for him. The surrounding tissue then began to rupture like a flask of champagne dropped from a tower. Making it''s way up his entire forearm, and only stopping after smattering his shoulder into smoke. As for the second phenomenon, that was the consequences Michael had to suffer. The moment he penetrated through the blue membrane, all the flesh and muscle covering his upper limb blew off. All the redish green mass was turned into mush, falling down on the ground behind him in the form of a red snow. Only leaving him with the limp skeletal structure of his arm to dangle freely. Luckily, although it lacked any flesh, he would be considered much better off than the wizard, who was stumbling back in pain while crying in agony. "AAAAARGGGGHHH" Stenn jumped around the cracked metal floor like a clown. He looked like some sort of drunken man trying to dance as he shook back and forth. Retreating away from Michael''s unmoving body for every turn. Normally, Stenn would just use the unlimited energy reserves to stimulate the cells in his body and fully close the wound. However, this time, he found out that it proved to be an impossible task to complete. The novice blood spell Michael had used was too much. Blood magic is considered one of the most dangoures types of magic against any creature without an energy shield, or a powerful body. Because a master of such dark arts would always be capable of bursting any normal organ or blood vessel like a ballon struck by a needle. It has the ability to create constructs made of stem cells, new living bodies and manipulate unprotected bacteria and life. That is, if they were moisturized and weak enough. But although this sounded very impressive, there was one drawback. That it was only ever truly viable for magicians holding the status of an undead, or those who held the physique of a vampire. One single mistake durring even the most simple cast would, unconditionally, destroy and cripple your body. Removing any thoughts other people may have about ever trying to further study it. While the spell Michael had used, [Thrombocyte Molotov] was a novice one, it had some horrible side effects. The Thrombocytes, or better known as blood plates inside your body would all be turned into a substance not differing much from napalm. And altough it may only affect a single area, the pain generated by having your nerves and flesh fried was, without a doubt, unbearable. "WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO?!?! AAAAGHHHH!!!!" Puddles of boiling blood dripped down from Stenn''s wound. Immidetly starting to sizzle whenever hitting the green metal. . ''F** I have to get up..." Michael forcefully brought himself to his knees. All the energy he had built up and stored seemed to have taken quite the toll. Even with his Immortal regeneration, this was not something that just fixed itself after a couple of seconds. But as he managed to position himself in a kneeling stance, resting one of the twitching legs onto the cold floor, Stenn also seemed to regain a fraction of his previous composure. The haggard wizard''s usually toned down hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, and almost threatened to pop out of his head as they locked down his figure. His muscular body trembled whenever he breathed in the dry air. Causing the black rope bound around his body to further tighten up and displayed the massive frame. The shattered arm had not regenerated, but it seemed to have stopped bleeding. Did he perhaps use every ounce of power to seal it? Anyways, as Stenn stood there, breathing in and out like some exhausted sprinter, he uttered something under his breath. "Do you....Have any....Last words?" Michael heard what he said, and the twisted mouth full of red teeth turned upwards as he mustered up his remaining strength. "You shouldn''t breath with your mouth. It ruins your jaw and facial features over time." Looking back at the crazed wizard, it seemed like he needed a moment to fully register what the boy said. "Hahahaha" Stenn began to gently laugh. However, it quickly took a hard turn when the scentence sank properly in. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" The man shook his head up and down. Letting the long hair sway all around the place, while white masses of froth flew in every direction. This guy had definitely gone insane. But after a short amount of time, he stopped. Looking satisfyingly down at the boy. "Let me tell you something, MICHAEL." "When I first started learning about my vapour magic, I detested it. Feeling that it''s power could never rival that found in other elements." Stenn calmed more and more down as he told Michael about his backstory. It helped him regain a foothold over the situation, which further amplified the desire to continue. "However, one day I stumbled upon a certain book containing an incredible secret.." Michael kept looking at him with a mocking smile. But deep down, he was trying to figure out what to do. ''Should I use that? No, not yet. I still can''t move.." However, his divided attention fully rearranged itself after he heard the following words Stenn said. "In that book I learned about something strange found within the air. A type of chemical called nitrogen!" . ''What?! What the f*** kind of book did he read?!'' He noticed that Michael''s eyes widened a little after he finished his sentence. Almost as if the boy understood what he meant. It sparked up a curiosity within, but was quickly thrown away. As he only wishing to kill this fool with his most powerful attack. "After many, many years, I finally grasped how to utilize this strange compound, MICHAEL.." His maniacal smile grew stronger, and he screamed out with all his might while stretching the remaining arm straight up. . "AND WITH IT, I HAVE CREATED THE ULTIMATE SPELL OF DESTRUCTUON!!!!!" . The air in the room almost materialized as it all started swirled into the palm of his hand. Slowly building up a small blue marble resting within the azure whirlpool. ''Are you f***ing sh***ing me? Oh lord.. I didn''t sign up for this f***ery!'' But no matter what he did, Michael could only watch the small fragment grow from the size of a marble, to a golf ball. Not slowing down even once. Looking at this helped him make up his mind. And so he silently whispered something to himself while lifting up his remaining hand. Right there on his index finger laid a small silver pattern. The storage ring he usually wore would fuse with his bones whenever transformed. Mabye Jenkins had installed this feature? "Fuck it!" A small yellow pill appeared in his palm. And as it came into existence, he swallowed it. Not hesitating at all. After it entered the stomach, his core temperature abruptly rouse to a terrifying degree. Sweat and steam erupted out of his pores once again. Even the breath was now visible. Both sides of his temple seemed to tingle. No, they started form themselves into two curved spikes. Perfectly blending into the rugged black mane falling from his head. He began to feel the power course properly. And as it did, several glowing red lines molded themselves all over his body. Like a labyrinth made up of a spider''s web. These veins were, however, only the second change. His scales and haires quickly followed after. Turning into a deep black color togheter with his now glowing yellow eyes. After it finished, Michael felt the strength and density of every single cell in his body multiply a thousands of times over. Making him feel like a small steel tower. Stenn was left speechless at the transformation, and sped up the forming of the orb which had now reached the size of a basketball. Michael tried standing up, but found out that he still struggled with every movement. ''Damn, can I only sit here?'' While trying to find a way to defend and attack now that his energy was depleted, he tried asking the system. ''Show me my status...'' ---------- Layer: King (low) Lvl: 5/30 (level up!) Name: Michael Frell Wiik (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race: Czar BeastlordAge:15 Health: 42% [WARNING!] Energy: 8 / 100 000 [WARNING!] . Physique: Noble Vampire Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline(new) (+) Genetic Combo: none Genetic storage: Vampire, wood elf. . Magic essence: Gold:31% Blood:40% Ice:50% Wind 40% Dark:0% Fire:0% Water:0% Earth:0% . [Battle Arts](new) (+) . [ABILITIES] (active) (+) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (+) . [Titles] (+) ---------- ''Looks like gold throttle took all my energy.. But battle art? Is it the ones I looked through yesterday? System, show me it.'' ---------- [Battle Arts]: [Principle Of Force: 0%] ---------- Michael looked at the translucent screen with his glowing yellow eyes. Remebering the content of the book. ''Yeah, this doesn''t really help me right now... But the book talked about how to use the forces of this world to attack and defend.'' ''One of the notes Jenkins left said this was fairly difficult to master. But I shouldn''t have any problem in the start, as it''s the easiest part.'' ''The first chapter was about mass. How to not limit yourself to the weight and power you possess alone, but to use the one found in other objects.'' His body slowly healed itself while his mind wandered. And he was finally able to stand properly. Eyeing down the whirlpool of hell which had spiked up a torrent of wind. Wafting past his horns and blowing through his hair. ''I did not bother trying to understand it then, but right now, there''s nothing else. Even if it only increases my power by a fraction...'' ... Stenn looked at the demonic figure of Michael standing still while feeling the charge slowly finish. ''Even if killing you destroyes my school, there shouldn''t be a problem, since I can''t feel any energy coming from above.'' However, he suddenly saw Michael''s body place itself in a kickin stance. ... Michael felt all the muscles on his body glue themselvs to his skeleton as he readied himself. ''In the equation of force you have the object''s mass calculated in. While in this technique you blend your own togheter with another medium. In that case, I should focus on the metal beneath my feet.'' His sharp toes dug into the floor. Tightening the hold he already had many times over. ''It said to imagine becoming one with medium. Fusing togheter all it''s properties with my own..'' Michael then lessend the spirit pressure covering his hind leg. Timing when to fully release it. Stenn, who stood five meters in front of him started shouting after seeing the beast gain some confidence back. "HAHA!! SAY YOUR LAST PRAYERS, MR MICHAEL!" But the boy only closed his eyes and felt the solidness of the earth travel through his body while finishing up the last requirements for the battle art. . "Speed Times Strength..." . "Times Distance And Length..." . Stenn heard him chant, but blew of the words said as he lowered the table sized bomb to match Michael''s height. The wind pressure generated when he moved it almost caused a storm to flare up. Throwing all kinds of rubble and dust particles around. "Farewell!!" But Michael ignored him once again, only seeing to end it. . "Plus the power, and then demand." . "Now, Suffer the Principle Which I Command" . And simultaneously, they both attacked! . "First Principle of Force: Mass!" "Vapor Magic: Depth Scorcher!!!" . Michael swung his prominent foot at the mad wizard, letting it expand wildly while also stretching, taking the appearance of a large truck rolling over. The leg also seemed to also have gained a type of unbreakable aura only only ever excluded from a mountain. And although it felt unreal, it was proven otherwise. As nothing could stop the hammer of flesh from pulverizing any debris which rammed into it. Meanwhile, Stenn''s sphere was shot out towards the demon. Ripping up everything that stood in its path. Planning on hitting either Michael or the red iceberg rocketing towards it and it''s master. .... In the town nearby nearby Dirum and the others had all arrived. Entering a nearby bar where they then met with those who had fled. Several of them jumped in joy after being reunited with their families, but there were some who were left crying. However, as Dirum frantically passed through crowd, he then stopped. Standing before his students who had all made it safely. Nothing had changed about them, other than the worried and angered expression they all seemed to share while looking at him. "Where is Marss? Did he not come with you?" Non of them spoke up at the start. But after a while, Selin told him what she knew. "He disappeared at the start. But considering his strength, there should''t be a need to worry." Dirum looked at the girl before him who currently held a heavy amount of worry behind those trademark glasses. "It is good that you told me, Selin. But I can see that Marss is not the only one you worry for." Her expression instantly turned sour. And she removed her gaze from his eyes and down to the shoes she wore. Tightly gripping her dress while whispering towards the teacher. "Is...Is he also well..?" Dirum smiled a little when he heard her. Happy that the girl still had some compassion for her parent. "I know you blame Stenn for not being able to save her. But he is still your father, you know?" She only grew more unwilling as he spoke. Not wanting to discuss this further. Dirum clapped his hand over the smooth scalp. Not knowing what to do with this woman. "Well, he went to confront the ones responsible for this mess. So there shouldn''t be a need to worr..." However, before he could finish, the ground started to tremble violently. Panic was once again emerging from the exhausted crowd of wizards. Wishing to know why this calamity was happening on such a joyous occasion. "Teacher, what is going on?" Caleen walked out from a small group of well dressed girls and hurriedly asked him. Wondering if he knew anything more than her. But before Dirum could say anything, an immeasurably powerful shockwave made it''s way into the area they stayed in. All the windows covering the bar shattered and flew away togheter with the hurricane of dirt and sand that had forcefully entered the town. The lanters which usually lit up everything were extinguished by this sudden force. Leaving them all in the darkness created by this dust storm. Many seconds passed, and the wave finally settled. Allowing some moonlight outside to illuminate the world once again. Dirum, as he was the one with most responsibility, ran out of the bar to look for what the cause of this was. "Oh no..." The bald man fell to his knees after exiting the building. Diggin his body into the grainy sidewalk. A giant pillar of smoke and ash was at this current moment rising up from where his beautiful school had existed for millennia. Not even allowing you to see any remains of it. 50 Heist 4 Thef Inside the vault, Jenkins was almost through the translucent sphere which blocked him. Several cracks ran over it, while stacks of glass shards laid spread around his position. ''Come one now..'' Finally, the clock between his hands rang. Sending an incredible, yet unseen vibration out. And with that, the barrier gave in and shattered. Falling to the ground like snow. Jenkins was sweating and heaving like a madman, feeling not only dissy from this outstretched task, but also because of the intense metal and paper stench constantly enveloping his body. "This place smells like some burnt down museum.." However, this was not something he delved on for too long. Only moving his eyes towards the flower which had been waiting here for the last hundred years. Being exposed to the incredible life force shooting out from it''s horns was like feeling a bunch of tiny needle stick against his skin, while also producing a sort of warmth. "F**** YES!!!!!!" His shout echoed throughout the treasury room. Hitting the other end and then traveling back. He didn''t hesitate for much longer, and quickly walked towards it while releasing a prideful aura of fulfillment. Each step was light, yet heavy. Synchronizing his movement with the faint sparks the horned rose would occasionally shoot out. ''Finally..'' Jenkins, now standing before the alter, gently placed his hands down and scooped it up. As the rose entered his palms, he could feel all the built up exhaustion mysteriously vanish into thin air. "It even removed the strain that [Shock ticker] had on my body.." Even though Jenkins had lived for many years, he had never once felt the power of pure divinity radiate into every pore. His grip tightened as he remembered the day his physical body was sealed deep within a lowly tomb. And with that image came a set of blurry sounds. They all emerged from the depths of his mind. Each seeming to belong to people he once knew. . "Jenkins, you are the biggest failure In this world. Begone from my sight!" "You are not the man I once knew, Jenkins. You are not the one.." "They are already dead, and not only do you still cultivate those dark arts, but you desecrate their bodies! No, that''s not even the worst part..." "For your accumulated crimes, and the actions consisting of .... and .... I, .... .... Bellioll the thousandth, sentence you to death by the red ring!" . Hearing the voices of those wretched traitors once again ignited his desire for vengeance. However, he did not let it seep out, and only concentrated on the flower in his embrace. Out of a silver ring resting on his index finger came came a white porcelain jar which perfectly matched the flowers size. Several strange tattoos and engravings on it, but only Jenkins knew what they meant. Seeing the glowing stick being sealed inside removed the depressed and tired luster from his eyes. Helping the man return back to the present. "That is that...." Now, with his mission complete, Jenkins sendt a signal for his doppelgangers to come back. And in no longer than a couple of seconds, he could see them running towards him. As they arrived, both knelt before him and reached out their hand. Offering the silver ring resting inside their shadowy palm. "Good shit you two. Get some rest." The clones then dissipated, and he emptied the contents of their ring inside his own through a short moment of contact. "Sweet, they took the best stuff available. Looks like we are done here then.." Jenkins now looked back at the quiet silver and black vault door which was outlined by a green rectangle. "Strange, did Michael perhaps use the thing I gave him? No, it would''t give him that kind of power. But he would definitely be able take some hits for a while.... At least enough for me to get this done." "Whatever, time to go..." However, before he could take another step, an earthquake, millions of times more powerful than the ones he had previously felt traveled underneath his feet. The entire treasury shook madly, and everything from the books resting on the building sized shelfs, to the mountains of gold and silver began to rapidly even themselvs all over the radiant floor. "HEY WHAT THE F..." But before Jenkins had another chance to say anything else, he saw the giant silver door behind him take on a dark red, no, a very light orange hue. As if someone was heating it up from the outside with a pool of jet fuel. "No, don''t tell me that crazy old man used that?!" Too bad for Jenkins that he could not be more right. The trembling continued to grow in power, and the ancient shelfs were ripped to shreds by the vibration. Letting the rest of the books rain down like pellets. "You can''t be seri..." Jenkins was going to say one last thing, but the ground refused to allow him to utter another word, as it turned into a solid trampoline. Throwing his body around in the stacks of yellow and black like a ragdoll. No, rather the whole room began to spin around like the insides of a washing machine. Blending and mixing togheter every single loose object. As Jenkins was rolled around in this dusty mess, he felt several solid materials hit his body at an incredible speed. Causing some minor pain to jolt through his body. "AH WHAT THE HELL?!!" This continued on for who knows how long, until finally slowing down. Vanishing every light source present, and sinking the metal blender into darkness. Now, within the bowl of rubble, a figure fought itself free from it''s embrace. Pushing and kicking every single piece of trash away while cursing angrily. "F*** Hell you damn s****! If you are not dead now, then after this then I, your father, no, this great lord, shall personally stuff his crown collection so far up your a*** that even your ancestors shall scream for their forefathers!" Jenkins started to waddle blindly through the debris making up the floor. Feeling his way to the nearest wall where he then placed both hands and chanted. "Dark Magic: Dark billow!" Although it was hard to see in the now dark vault, the place where Jenkins rested his hands now had two dents in the form of handprints. The dent started to grow deeper, until a grey mass formed the handshaped markings into claws. And as they manifested, the wall ripped itself apart. Creating an opening from where he could exit Not hesitating once, he just walked out. However, after Jenkins departed, he then found himself greeted by the burnt smell of earth and metal which forced its way through his nostrils. But this was ignored, as he shockingly looked down at the scorched crater laying in front of him. Smoke and steam oozed out of the heated ground, indefinitely scarring anyone who chose to blatantly walk on it. He frowned at the sight, beginning to make his way towards the center while whispering something. "Dark Magic: Death armor (boots)" Out from the chant came a dark cloud which materialised itself in the air, gently flowing down his legs and turning into a pair of metallic shoes. As he traversed the man-made canyon, he heard the fried dirt and stone sizzle wherever he stepped. Urging him to move faster. Finally he made it to the middle of this mess where a torn human could be found laying peacefully. Smoke continued to rise from the ruined body. Giving off nosies similar to hot coal being drenched in icy water. It had no skin or hair. Only a layer of medium rare flesh bound over it''s existence. Threatening to fall off at any moment. The head was okay to a certain extent. And even though the nose, ears and lips were nowhere to be seen, the eyelids only left with some burns. Leaving this guy quite a distorted look. He still had both arms attatched. Even the fingers looked to be fine. However the same could not be said for the legs. One seems to have been forcefully torn off. Meanwhile, the other, altough still having the knee joint left, had completely turned into a freshly made steak. Much darker in color than the rest of his body. Jenkins looked at this undercooked beef. Frowning even more when he saw that it still twitched from time to time. "So you still survived Michael... Looks like my alchemy skills are pretty good, don''t you think so too?" Shockingly, after he finished speaking, Michael''s eyelids slowly opened themselvs. Dragging the crusty skin over his bloodshot white eyeballs. Creating a small line of tears that ran down the burnt cheeks. Altough he was temporarily blinded, he managed to register Jenkins''s frame, and his body seemed to twitch even more. No, actually, it seemed to heal. Creating rough patches of skin over the torso, and small hair follicles on the head. Eventually changing his appearance from some bad meat, to a more humane undead. Jenkins''s facial featues morphed from a frown to one that expressed expectancy as he watched the boy fight back death''s call. "Here, good brother, let me help you out." Jenkins knelt down and placed his hand on Michael''s chest while chanting. But before doing anything, a hesitant look donned his face. Unsure which path to take. However, his mind eventually settled. "Dark Magic: Dark heal" Michael''s body began to emit a dark light which rapidly accelerated his regeneration. His head grew back it''s lost features and long hair, while most of the skin which would cover his arms and chest returned alongside it. Even one of his legs grew back, but only the interior part consisting of muscle and bone. Leaving the one turned to ash as it was. Feeling that his body had gained back some strength helped him calm down. And so he madly started to cough out blood like a madman. "Damn..*Cough*...Where is that guy...?" Jenkins heard what he said and looked around. But only managed to see a ripped piece of azure clothing laying not too far away from them. "Who knows. But I got what we came here for, so lets go." Jenkins bowed down and rustled Michael''s arm around his neck. Helping the boy stand on the remaining leg. Michael felt someone drag his body, and assuming this was Jenkins. he tried asking something. "J...Jenkins.." The elf heard him. And replied swiftly. "Yes?" Michael barely heard him, yet still forced his head up. Letting the bloodshot gold eyes connected with two amber lanters. His vision had still not fully healed, but it was able to perceive other objects in a more shadowy form. "Wha...What kind of pill did you give me?" Jenkins started to smile, once again releasing a prideful aura as he spoke of his creation. "It''s a body enhancement pill I created. Raising the defensive properties of your body to match someone roughly at the higher emperor layer. Looks like it saved you, but there are some really bad side effects.." Too bad Michael only managed to hear some parts of it. Quickly throwing his head down again due to the fatigue. The elf only chuckled at his respons, further helping the guy retain his balance. However, the moment was cut short as Jenkins noticed the vapor and steam around them turn into some sort of condensed smoke. Threatening to shoot out if they dared move another inch. The shock on his face quickly turned into alarm as he moved his gaze up into the grey sky. Now also noticing that the wind which had just blown around completely freezed up. Not wishing to antagonize the unkown. Right there, not event ten meters away from them, hovered a humanoid figure Jenkins was far too familiar with. It''s entire body was covered by a black smoke, much darker than the clouds above. And not only darker in color, but also much more toxic and corrosive. As it withered away any approaching dust or ash into nothing. There, where it''s head was speculated to be, rested two glowing bulbs of green. Eyeing down both himself and the injured boy. Releasing an invisible pressure over their bodies. And as their eyes connected. It spoke. Releasing out a voice so murky and horrid it would send chills down your spine. "You two are not going anywhere." 51 Heist 5 Gamble - End Of Volume 2 - . Michael, who was still healing his insides felt a weird noise travel into his ears. Sadly, he was unable to make out what it was, or who it was. "....You...ar.....not....g..oing...a...ny...where" What was that? I can''t properly hear yet... Damn, this ringing really drives me nuts. Mabye Jenkins tried saying something? ''My throat is really sore, so I''ll just try and push him a little.'' However, just as I twitched, an inconceivable pressure slams into my body. No, the pain did not originate from the impact, but the burning sensation coming afterwards. Running over my regenerated leg and stomach. I try to scream while tumbling around in the dried earth. But the only thing that comes out is a steaming cup of blood. Rushing out from my mouth, covering my jaw and some of the tracks left behind. Finally, my body stops. And although I have not fully regenerated, my skin seems to be able to feel again. It synchronizes the intense itching originating from both my legs and the side of my belly into one. However, I can now also notice small particles of ash twinkle over the rebuilt tissue. Rushing towards me through the heated atmosphere, as if I was some sort of beacon. And as my legs seems to have been forsaken by the healing factor, the rest quickness its pace. And soon my hearing comes back. The crumbling sound underneath me, the frantic air current, the storms and lightning strikes from above. They all make their wayinto my eardrums alongside some whisps of dust. However, this, I could not care less about. For right now, I once again hear someone say my name. Someone who I know very well. "You have served your purpose, Michael." What? Jenkins? I scream out from the depths of my mind. Trying to reach him in vain. But he continued no matter how much I fought. "I could tell from our first meeting that you were a smart boy. Only inferior to myself infact." "However..." "I have no need for excess luggage who can do nothing but be lead astray by his own emotions and power..... No, by his own incompetence." Something similar in texture to a pen hits my forehead. Sending a small jolt through my brain, and severing something I could not really put my finger on. That is, until, the wretched voice of the system informs me. ---------- [Familiar contract annulled] . [Nemesis: Released] [Jingwei: Released] ---------- After registering the notification, I try to rise up. But something similar to a heavy metal shoe slams me back down. Sinking my body further into the scorched crust supporting my body. And after being hammered deeper down, I hear that damnable voice again. Now laughing madly. Why is he doing this? We signed a contract!? "I am sorry, Michael. I can not kill you myself, but that does not count if you die by someone else''s hand." Yes, that is right. The contract didn''t say anything about a third party. No, but I thought... "I would without a doubt have killed you straight up back then if you had tried negotiating for better conditions. But it seems you figured it out before that kid could agree, huh?" "However, Michael. Even though you are a loser, I will let you die with some dignity, and not by the hands of my acquaintance. Rather, I will let your crippeled body become nutrients for the soil resting in the deepest part of this territory." My hearing, now not much different than before, brands the truth born of my ignorance into the depths of my mind. And while it burns, forever marking itself within, my vision starts returning. Right there in front of me he stands, the blurry shadow looking down at my body. Its still not entirely focused, but I can see a purple orb resting near it''s chest. Two amber lanters eye me down. And lastly, a whicked smile displaying pure mockery and ridicule. "Farwell, Michael. I will try and remember your name after you die. But I can''t promise anything for trash like yourself. Hahaha!" The image of this laughing shadow is the last thing I manage to see before a white light surrounds me. Throwing my body into the air like a rocket, and over into the horizon. I feel my mind wander for a second. Letting a familiar sensation rise from my torn core. Why was I such a fool to trust someone? Why did I make the same mistake twice? While thinking of this, a feeling, a very familiar one in fact, baptized my soul. This, my own self loath and regret, once again drowns every single cell making up my existence. Where have I felt this before? ''Again...I was betrayed...'' While leaving this whisper behind, my consciousness fades away. .... "You two are not going anywhere." An invisible pressure covered Michael and Jenkins. However, the boy was unable to feel it properly as his body had not yet healed. Noticing the tingling sensation wash over him made Michael move a little. However, this was not tolerated by the one above. From within the death cloud, a scaly dark hand appeared. It''s features would probably make you mistake it for the claw of some reptile, but the shape would remove this thought. As it stretched out, the center of it''s palm aimed itself in their direction. Causing the surrounding smoke wildly spin around like a tornado. Slowly making its way down the forearm in the form of a small whirlpool. Not even a second later, the mist shot out. Taking the form of a large serpent barring its fangs. Jenkins was the first one to react. Instantly beginning to chant. "Dark Magic: Dark Storm!" A grey fog started to materialise itself before him and Michael. Trying to intercept the snake with a barrage of yellow lightning bolts. However, it proved no match. Instantly shattering appart, but luckily dispersing some off the power from the attack. The elf tried to reach his ring as the remanence of the strike approached, but was sadly too late. The snake crashed into them and exploded. Sending the two men flying through the air, and slamming down into the ground not too far away from each other. Jenkins, who was currently sliding across the brittle terrain, managed to slip one finger over the silver ring, retriving three white orbs which he hurled into the air. After reaching the height of the flying individual they stopped. Starting to give of an astounding luster before turning into a white crystalline dome. Shielding him and Michael. Seeing the futile struggle made the flying individual spit out a round of scorn and mock in the form of a hoarse chuckle. "Haha, do you think this will stop me?" The scaly hand directed itself towards the heavens. And as it did, all the wind within a miles area stopped in its tracks. Yet this was not the most shocking development, as all the storm clouds and patches of ash in the sky began forming into one giant hurricane of dense powder, and then finally condensing. Taking the shape of an island sized meteorite. Jenkins, who was currently laying on his back, had a perfect view of the mass in the sky. The sight only added to his annoyance. Annoyance originating from the injuries he had suffered. His right arm had been corroded into nothing. One of his ears were scraped off, and he had a large fleshwound covering the area where his heart was supposed to be. Showing a small part of what looked like a damaged purple orb. The ball kept sending off small purple sparks which rippled into the air while also blinking weakly from time to time. Even though the sight of the majestic tower of destruction would impress anyone else, Jenkins only coughed out some blood with a sour expression. Kicking himself up not soon after. "Damn snake.. To think this son of a b*** caught up..." Jenkins''s breathing became heavier for each passing second as he looked at the white barrier protecting him and Michael. Suddenly, he brushed his thumb over the silver ring once more. This time retrieving a small white stick with some weird engravings covering it like a labyrinth. As the item appeared in his hand, he then turned towards Michael who was coughing out blood just like himself. Both the kid''s legs had been melted back off by the venomous cloud, and a cup sized hole was etched into his side. "Too bad this thing only works for one person. I could have found some more usea for you if you had survived...Which you sure did..." However, as he removed his gaze from the boy and towards the stick, a reluctant look surfaced over his face. Jenkins knitted his brows as he starred at it. Only a bit more pressure and he would escape. Nonetheless..... ''Damn, what is this bad aftertaste in my mouth? It''s probably the brany I got... Or, the mead, as I told him...'' Jenkins frowned harder. Looking back at the boy with a troubled look. ''This victory...Why does it feel so sh***ty." He did not move as he stood there. Letting drops of blood run down his arm, and purple sparks fly out of his torso. "Even with twenty backup plans, I only had two where you lived.....*Sigh*..... This is what three hundred years of solitude does. Turns you into a f***ing vegetable like the rest." As he cursed at himself, the man remembered the ones who had banished him. The after taste in his mouth became more foul. However, as he looked at the boy, a sudden realization came upon him. Removing the thoughts he previously had. "No wait!! This...WHY DIDN''T I THINK OF THIS?!" And as he finally found the answer he looked for, the meteorite decended. Smattering its way through the air, beyond space and time. Smashing straight down while sparking up a torrent of grey sand until finally hitting the barrier. ..... The collision between this mass of death and the shield cancelled each other out. The island disperes into the surroundings, leveling every single inorganic and organic object with the earth. Creating an utter wasteland which stretched out into the surrounding land. The scattered soot eventually evened itself out. Allowing you to see the crater where it had hit much clearer. There, still in the same spot was the human shaped cloud. Waiting for the dust to settle. ''This should have broken the barrier...'' But as he was thinking this, a giant white arrow shot through the filthy air. Traveling up into the sky and then rocketing into the horizon. ''So that elf escaped... Well, all I wanted was the....'' Turning his green eyes back towards the crater made him stop mid scente. Shocked by what stood there. Jenkins, although he had some blood now running down his forehead now, still smiled victoriously while looking at the trash before him. The cloud was going to scream out in anger, but swiftly suppressed it. Collecting his thoughts into a more rational and calm state. "Why?" Hearing what he said made Jenkins smile even more triumphantly. Laughing scoffingly while pointing his remaining hand at the dumbfounded loser. "This is how I gamble!" The shadowy figure took a minute to process what he said. But after he did, the smoke around him thinned itself out. Showing the more human like features hiding behind the screen of black, yet still covered. The scaly hand then found it''s way towards its forehead. Planting itself there while the man chuckled even harder than before. "You bet your life on the kid I crippled....? HAHA! To think that I even admired you at some point.." However, as he locked back the two glowing balls of light onto Jenkins, he found out that the smile was filled with even more ridicule. "I think you are misunderstandings something, my friend." The figure''s good mood abruptly disappeared. Gradually replacing itself with an unkown feeling of unease. "I do not gamble unless I am guaranteed to win!" The previous unease turned into an agonizing regret. Throwing his thoughts into discord. The green eyes started to glow brighter, and he aimed them back up to where the white star had traveled. "Not even at the primordial layer, and you dare ignore me?" Even though the cloud wanted pick up the chase, he was forced to turn back towards Jenkins who was now releasing an unfathomable aura. Underneath the smokescreen the face of the figure madly twitched. Making up his mind and fully concentrating on this elf. "Jenkins kra Bellioll. Do you have any last words?" Jenkins''s smile grew more radiant. But was masked by the sinister energy which now radiated from his body. "Which hole do you want my boot through first?" Anger swelled up from withing the black mist. Causing it to thicken once more and hide the facial features. "Very well...." A short silence placed itself over them. Allowing the last particles of dust and sand to settle upon the barren grey land. "I will make sure you do not revive. Not ever again." "Secret technique...." The air around the figure spiked up once more. Turning the smoke covering it blood red. After receiving the invitation, Jenkins quickly followed his example. "Law Of Death...." The sand and ash around him turned into grey mud while black strands of lighting shot out from his body. Slowly corroding away pieces of his flesh. "Chaos Cobra!" The blood red fog shot out at Jenkins. Taking the form of a red king cobra with several black spikes running all over. Even space itself seemed to melt away before this brute! "Death Magic: Current Of Styx!" Jenkins felt his body crumble away. Even the dungeon cores in his possession cracked appart. However, he still stretched out his hand. Launching out a grey pillar of water towards the snake. And as it traveled out, the faces of hundres and thousands of suffering men and women appeared from within it. Wishin to drag down any lifeform daring to get close enough. The two attacks hit, creating a massive wave of destruction which transformed the surrounding dessert into nothing. As his body withered away, Jenkins felt his eyes wander towards the horizon where Michael had gone off to. Leaving a single whisper behind for only the sky to hear. "You better not disappoint me...." .... -(END OF VOLUME 2)- 52 The Loser "Now Michael." "What is your wish?" In the depths of the now glittering void hovered a brilliantly lit figure resembling the head of an old man. Meanwhile, beneath this majestic tower of light stood a young boy with two golden eyes. Starring up at it with an incredible amount of excitement and expectancy. "What is the best power you can offer me?" Hearing what the boy said made the head smile more triumphantly. Now even more confident in his choice. "That depends.. I can''t exactly grant anything you ask for. And of course, there are other limits... However, although I said I was a fallen god, our definition may differ. Was there perhaps a specific power that you wanted?" Michael closed his eyes. Thinking carefully about what to choose. "I want the one with the highest growth potential, adaptability, use and overall destructive power." The old head smiled even more after he heard what Michael said. The silver lines making up the head''s facial features glowed even brighter too. Signaling a strong satisfaction. "You are the first one, Michael. The first one not to just ask for something so simple and lacking. Neither a holy sword, nor the power to bend the will of others." Suprise replaced Michael''s previous expression. Wondering what kind of powers those before him had wished for. "Oh? Then tell me, what is the weirdest power someone has ever asked you for?" the tower sized headmpved it''s large white eyes around. It tightened the shiny lines making the wrinkled face, almost as he was frowning. "Hmmm.... There was this lad... Wanting the power to create flashbangs whenever he snapped his fingers." The old head looked back at Michael who was now holding back his laughter. Seeing the boy like this made him release a mighty chuckle back. It stretched out into every corner of the glittering space surrounding them. "Hahaha! You know what, Michael? I will give you what you ask for. And even though it might be a little unorthodox of me, I cannot find anyone more worthy of it." Happy about this development, Michael then asked him with a powerful and confident tone. "Please enlighten me then!" "Well... I used to have a couple friends. You could say that our normal powers wouldn''t be considered that impressive, but we all had one thing we each specialized in. And this is what made us the most feared gods in existence at one point." The old head closed his its shiny eyelids. Reminiscing about a past which had unfolded happened many eternites ago. After a short while he finally opened them back up. Looking down at Michael with a more neutral expression "We were once seven. But right now, I only have pieces of four. And that includes my own." "Here, although you may not think mere fragments are much, how about you have a look?" A small ball of light manifested itself before him. It sparkled with a strong strong red gloe while having multiple purple veins run all over its surface. Michael slowly touched it with his left hand. Wishing to figure out what secrets this ball held. However, the instant contact was made, he felt his mind almost shatter appart. Not by the pressure, but by a never before felt awe. The old head saw his expression change, and the silver lines grew brighter as its smiling became even wider. "I still have some other things you can look through. However, before that please tell me, Michael..." "What do you think?" ..... The consciousness slowly returns to my body. Waking me up from what felt like a distant dream. I try to see, but the world has left me in a plane of darkness. Turning the ground I lay on into an eternal black road and the sky into a jagged ceiling of rocks. I try to move, but only two ghostly thin branches enter my vision. Almost as if answering the desperate calls. Are these mabye.....my arms? I try to feel, but only the haunting breath of a compound similar to thick smoke graces against my body. As if forcing it to stay still. I try to listen, but my ears only register the desperate whispers of those who have passed. Tempting me to move on. How did I end up here? ''No....I remember...'' Yes, the feeling of regret, loath and blame. It pushes my memories back to the surface. I was betrayed again. The bitter images of that wretched elf, and the sound of losing my familairs begin to the manifest in the form of several rusty needles, soon beginning to rapidly dig into my skull. They each try and ask for something. Madly repeating themselvs every passing second while not lessening the pressure once. Why was I left behind? Why did I lower my guard? Why did choose to trust someone else? Why did I repeat the same mistake twice? No, this is entirely my fault. I should have been smarter. I.... My body, although it is a translucent mass of fog from my perspective, The area around my eyes slightly twitch and moisten. As if they retained their original attributes. No, this is not how my life will end. I prepared myself for double, no, triple the amount of suffering I received back home. Yes...back home... The ghastly arms slam down into the corrupted dirt, forcefully dragging my body over it. I can sense something sharp scraping against my stomach from time to time while also feeling something flowing out. But it does not matter. ''I...I have work to do...'' .... How long have I been scraping myself against these throns? There is no sense of time here, no passing clouds, and no setting sun. Only the dark roof above and the endless road of spikes relentlessly biting off pieces of my flesh. This....my hands, they seemed to have been ripped by something. No, they have turned into claws. Sharpened by the earth which holds up my cursed existence. My legs, I can still not feel them. Even after all this time the stump still hurts. Do they perhaps want me to give up too? I tried to count each time I moved. However, the whispers made me stop after reaching one thousand a hundred times. I feel so tired. I want to stop. I want to rest. The fatigue, the pain. It''s splitting my head open. ''I...Why did I end up here again..?'' And as I try to once more remember the reason, right there in front of me, the answer appears. A small spark of yellow light. Weakly lighting up the surrounding wasteland of death. As if I found my beacon of hope, I instinctively crawl faster towards it. Wanting to see what this unkown glow is. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reach it. Right there, in the center lay a small sun. No, a dying lightbulb. Have I seen this thing before? ''Yes..Yes I remember...'' The image of my body enters the light. And as it does, it returns to it''s normal appearence. Both legs sprout out from behind, and skin begins to cover my glassy frame. The supreme feeling of warmth and peace fills my every being. Strengthening both my body and mind. "....I can see it clearly now...." I walk deeper into the light where the tiny yellow flame hovers in the air. Only slightly larger than one of my dirty fingernails. Not hesitating in the least, I softly reach out to it, letting the weak fire burn against the membrane on my palm every time it flickers. It sends a pleasent stining into the surrounding tissue. Looking into it fills my facial muscles with joy. This is what I have been looking for, is it not? While smiling brightly at the yellow spark, I silently whisper something to it. However, no matter how gentle of a tone I supposedly used, the voice echoes into the dark world and back. "This is all your fault." And with that, I contract my forearm, locking down the fingers. Crushing the flame into a cloud of dying embers. The wisps of light peacefully disperse into the air, and then permanently cease to exist. "My foolish actions all stem from you. And now, with with your death, I am finally free. Free from the ignorance which has bound my soul." Seeing the blaze die does not seem to affect me in any way. That is, until some sort of string tied around my brain gets brutally severed appart. This sudden pain makes me instinctively grip onto my head. And as I hold it in place, I feel the agony gradually travel down my neck, turning all nearby skin paler, while also etching several barely discernible black veins underneath it. The torment ends not too long after fully making its way through my every limbs. Allowing me to peaceful place down both hands at last. However, as they fall I make them pause mid air. Peering into the palms as if searching for something I lost. But all I find are some calluses and skinfolds. "It feels like.....the unconscious barrier which I had on my behavioral choices has rotted away.." I curl both of them into fists while an unkown energy starts coursing through my vains. The nails begin to puncture my skin as the grip grows stronger, but nothing flows out. Almost as if this body has already been bled dry. "No, all the morals I previously possessed.....they have been severed." The luster previously emitted by the fire ceases to exist along with it. Turning my surroundings into the silent void I now hold some closure to. But as I now stand alone again, a vibration travels up my feet. Removing my gaze from the fists and focusing my sight into the distance, I spot what looks like an army of hideous monsters of all shapes and sizes. Breathing haggardly as they watch every move I make with an unfathomable excitement. Seeing the hord eye me down seems to make something inside my brain tick. Where have I felt this before? "Beasts who rise up against their owner..." This type of supreme happiness. Is it joy? No, its something else.... Yes, This I remember clearly. It''s the raging sea of depravity that has always laid dormant within my mind. "You all need to be..." "DISCIPLINED!" 53 Mad Star Right here in this spot, laying within the depths of the eternal woods which covered this part of the continent, several hundreds of different tribes and types of beasts have made their home. For it is here their haven laid. Untainted by the human settlements and adventurers. Right here you would find many creatures wander almost every day. Like the [Cave monkey] for example. A primate specie with the outer appearance of a large Neanderthal and the body structure of a chimpanzee. Most often found inhabiting caves they dug out themselvs or stole from others. Living near the sides of small mountains or large boulders, covered by the infinite jungle stretching out for miles on end. Their tribes would at most consist of around thirty individuals, but it would of course vary. But if ignoring the humanoid appearence and their primitive intelligence, you would find out that they were also not picky eaters. Feasting upon anything varying from rotting flesh to fruits. You could say they were both omnivores and scavengers in a sense. And although there were many such tribes throughout the forest, these creatures stood out like a sore thumb. As they were the most dominant one. Even with a lacking intelligence, the monkeys still managed to construct some leather rags, which was quite the feat, considering they were a mutated type of beast. [Cave monkeys] were, short and simple, very aggresive in nature. And even though they were considered friendly looking, there went not one day where a scuffle wouldn''t occur. Each one always eager to test their might and fully grown lower general layer body strength. On this fateful day, one such individual could be found traveling through the dense jungle like forest. Seeming to try and follow the scent of something, as its nose continuously twitched. This was Ebel. One of the beta tribe members who had been tasked with finding the origin of an never before seen phenomenon. Last night, a white star fell from the heavens while they slept. Waking up all living creatures in the surrounding area. And as Ebel was considered the laziest one, he was forced to go and check the crater formed not too far away from their home. The jungle he currently waddled through was heavy in plant life. branches, trees and vines constantly hit his cloth rags with minor amounts of force as he furthered his advanced. He felt a little grumpy, but that soon stopped, as he had finally arrived at his destination. Before him, where different kinds of trees and bushes would usually lay, was a large crater containing the mysterious object. The scorched earth making it up had cooled down, giving him the leasure of an descent. Quickly, Ebel jogged down the where the barely discernible thing rested. Small blackened stones would trickle down alongside him as he picked up the pace. Finally, he was there. Looking at the now perfectly visible organism in the hole. ''What is this?'' he thought. Some sort of barely breathing human laid there. The top part looked pretty normal with a wild black mane and everything. Meanwhile, the tissue bellow its ribcage had been burnt and ruined. Not even the legs were left it, only the two sizzling stumps which would at most be considered untouched. He looked down at the creature resting near his feet and gave it a weak kick. But nothing happened. ''Is this man dead?'' Ebel bent down and opened his mouth to an inhumane degree, immediately ripping out a piece of flesh with his scissor shaped teeth. Barely chewing before swallowing it down. This was most likely a way to see if the cells had started to decompose. ''No it is still live'' However, as these thoughts ran through his head, Ebel watched as the wound he just created healed up in seconds. The muscle fibers stitched themselves back together, not even leaving a scar behind. ''What...?'' The human seemed to have healed? But how? Ebel did not wonder too much about this, and quickly took another bite from it. This time, he savored the meat while looking for the same occurrence to happen twice. Which it sure did.. Ebel could almost not belive what he was seeing. Was this perhaps a gift from the sky? ''It must be!'' Every time he thought about it, he felt more sure. Confident that the alpha would grant him more food and time to nap. Without anymore hesitation, he hooked his dirty fingers on his hand onto the humans arm. Starting to forcefully drag the baggage of meat with him back to the tribe. On his way back the little man kept mumbling about something and twitched from time to time. Who knew what it was, but Ebel felt a weird bubbling in his stomach every time it did. What was this thing? However, he just found a branch and hit the man the head a couple of times to make him stop. It eased his nerves a little, and so he was able to drag it with him through the bushy terrain without worry. And as expected, once he arrived, he was greeted by praise and worship! In the beginning they seemed to be a little scared, but after finding out they could infinitely eat this things flesh, all of it was thrown out of the window. Even the massive alpha dragged it to the campfire himself, taking several bites of it every second as to fill his never ending hunger. That night, they all sung and danced with joy. For the heavens had sendt them an eternal feast! Many days past, and they were all just as wonderful as the first one. With singing and dancing all day. But today, all decided the stay home. What need is there to gather food when possessing this? Right? Night had currently fallen in the cave monkey territory, and while some slept, others rested near the campfire. Talking about who knows what in their own language. The ones sitting near the campfire was of course, Ebel himself, and two of his brothers. They happily laughed from time to time while eating some round blue fruits. Or berry balls as they were called. Looking like large blue strawberries. These three were tasked with watching over the gift, who peaceful laid next to a bunch of dried twigs and logs, and the fire. Right now, the little man could be found sleeping not too far away from them. Face down and burried underneath the old rubble and wood. However, as they merrily sung along, something weird happened. The body of the gift, it started to twitch madly. As if many small critters were violently fighting inside its body. The three brothers stopped what they did and all looked at it go. Mabye it was the night air, or just the silence from the environment, but they all felt a little fear tingle inside their bellies whenever it moved. "Ooo Oooo Ooo ooo Ooo Ooo" ''Ebel, you brought it here, you check it out.'' One of Ebel''s siblings cried out to him, and as he couldn''t find any flaws in what the guy said, he just walked over to it steadily. Tripping on the the broken twigs and dirty stones filling most of the camp. Every step he took would create an echo. The dried dirt would crumble underneath his feet, and the ashy twigs they had previously used to grill the gift''s meat with shattered into pieces. It kind of ruined his approach, but Ebel still continued. Not long after, he finally stood a few meters away from the twitching body. However he felt like walking any closer would be a bad idea, as all the instincts in his body warned him about just this. Behind him the two brothers just laughed at his nervousness, and so he turned back around and barked at them with all his might. However, as he made eye contact with the two, Ebel noticed that their facial expression froze. What was this? This was the kind of face one would make after stumbling upon a of king layer beast. Not even daring to shake in fear, as all blood beneath the skin would have retracted itself togheter with all hopes of escape. However, not too long after turning around, some strange cracking noises filled the insides of Ebel''s large ears. He couldn''t fully understand where it came from, but it all made sense after he turned back around. The torn human body was currently violently breaking appart. No, rather the skin on it''s body started to turn into a material resembling burning firewood. Both rough in texture and unpleasant in appearance, it did not take long before the entire thing was cracked. The fingers began to multiply, growing a couple extra joints, and long red nails similar to many rusty knifes. The black hair grew thicker and longer, like the mane of some adult lion. Meanwhile, the back muscles shook madly for a second, before four spiked shoots dug their way out from the flesh. And lastly, the leg stumps. No, they did not properly grow back, but the remaining tissue seemed to stretch itself down. Not too different from what you would consider two spider legs, and a pair of hooves mashed togheter. Cold sweat began to run down Ebel''s back as he watched the transformation unfold, unsure of how to deal with it. Out of pure fear, he reached down next to him and picked up a large stick while trembling like a madman. Planning on hitting it in the a couple of times to make the fear go away. However, the moment bendt over and grabbed one, the body began to whisper something strange. "Speed....Times strength..." "Times distance....And length...." Beads of salty water now fell from his forehead like a river, as a beacon of panic welled up inside the monkey''s stomach. "Plus the power....And then demand..." He frantically raised the stick up in the air, planning to smash the head of this weird human into a pulp. However, he was not allowed to do such a thing. The malformed figure spun around. Aiming it''s hollow black eyes and grinning jaw at him. Ebel wanted to finish the attack, sending this creature back to sleep. But it suddenly slammed both of its palms back into the ground in one violent swing. shooting its way up towards him while finishing the whisper. "And so, suffer the principle which I command." As the deformed body was about to hit, it suddenly threw one of the claws into Ebel''s stomach. However, he wasn''t cut by the crooked nails. Rather, it was as if a piece of paper tried to hold its own against a fork. Pulling the ripping flesh to one side with an unbreakable force. Almost instantly, Ebel was violently severed in two. Unable to even register what had happened, he silently died without knowing why. The two siblings sitting near the large flame felt the fruit bits inside their mouth fall out as they began to tremble in fear. "hahahahaha" The beatly figure balanced itself onto the two long flesh hooves stretching out of the lower body. However, as this proved to not be as efficient, something resembling small spikes of bone grew out from the frontal area resting on the ground. Even if looking like some damaged claws, it greatly helped it regain full control. The two brothers looked at this abomination one last time before madly fleeing. Howling in alarm as they trampled upon several dried sticks and dirt patches. However, no matter how fast they ran, the image of those void eyes and the insane smile filled with needles would constantly haunt their mind. While running away from the previous spot, something seemed to travel into their ears. A voice which felt so close, you could feel the warm breath shoot alongside each word. "Do you two know what kind of animal awaits for it''s own demise...?" Not even a second later, a weak thump hit against each of their chests. No, this was not like any normal hit they had ever received, for this one drained all the warmth from their body. Almost as if they had been impaled by the spear of a ghost. "Sheep....The answer is sheep...." 54 Challenge Right now In the [Cave monkey] territory a large number of frenzied calls echoed throughout their main camp. tens of pack members continuously leapt through the trees and vines while shouting. Calling for their leader which rested inside a cave not too far away from where the incident had happend. And due to this noise, the alpha frantically exited his cave in a hurry. Wondering what in heavens had caused such a commotion. However, as he exited, a sea of understanding washed over his body alongside the cool breeze of night air. The powerful chill flew over his mighty leather robe.which he had personally ripped of a mutant panther. Right there before him, where the tribes main camp laid, stood a beast clad in a dark red and green hide. Crazily feasting upon the hearts of his underlings. Gashing and ripping its long glassy teeth into the driping balls of flesh. The sight of their beta clansmen being dug open by this never before seen creature terrified all the others, but not him. The alpha was much larger, older and stronger than the rest of the apes. And the many scars and thick robust muscles were a perfect indicater of just that. He had battled his way to the top. The top of the general layer despite his specie only being able to reach the lower one. Looking at this abomination only flared up his fighting spirit and pride. Forever sure of victory. And without any hesitation, the alpha charged. Running at Michael as it drew all the available power from its nuclei while also cocking its dominant hand behind the scarred head. Michael''s eyes glued themselvs onto the hulking neanderthal shaped monkey. Readying himself as he waited for the ape to get in engagement distance. "There is no elegance within your movement.." He pulled his arm back and activated his abilities with but a thought. Sending waves of power throughout his body. . [Abilities Activated] . [Mad dance of power LvL 2(charge)] [Hel''Beiner] . And when the alpha finally got close enough, they mashed their fists into each other. ..... The impact sendt a small gust of wind into the environment, blowing out the campfire nearby, and sending the tree branches surrounding us whirlind up up and down. However, as for the damage done... My hand, even though it should be enhanced by not only my abilities, but also my high layer, gives of small cracking sounds. How in the hell? But luckily for me though, the bald monkey seems to be much worse off. The density of my bones and scales seemed to have overpowered the weakling''s soft tissue. Sending all the finger back into his hand like a bunch broken toothpicks jammed into meatball. "Foolish monkey. I see you need to be lectured about where your specie stands in the food chain!" I rush at the large ape currently screaming in agony while holding its hand. Properly positioning myself in a martial stance right before engaging. ''This thing is superior strength wise, and I somehow feel short of breath after only the first confrontation. However, if I am not mistaken..'' Hurriedly, I slam my plated fist into the monkey''s liver. And as I do, the creature falls back and coughs up blood. ''Your anatomy is barely different from that of a human''s!'' The forced smile on my face seems to grow even stronger as I once more throw myself at it. The monkey seems to have noticed me, however, these animals only seem to know how to wildly swing their arms in a crazed state of pure rage. First hammering in the windpipe whilst ducking under the long arm, then smashing into the jugulars as ut gasps for air. The monkey had barely any time to react as my speed exceed his by a grand amount. The rest of the chimps only stare in awe as their leader gets brutally pummeled, only evertruly going silent after the next scene. The alpha, gasping and pouting for air while holding onto his throat and kneeling on the ground looks at me with an expression of true hate. "You can only blame yourself for being too dum.." Finally, I increase the spirit pressure around my hand, shrunking it to the size of its eye socket and then drilling it in. Unable to understand what had happend, the alpha uses his final moments to peer into my two void holes before the hand inside its eye wildy expands. Ripping the skull into white and red fragments. The now headless alpha slowly dropped to the ground. Letting the small fountain of blood shoot out from its torn neck, and onto the crusty soil. Seeing their leader so easily beaten sends the other members into a frenzy, and they all escape into the bundle of vines and trees like a bunch of madmen. Not turning back once, as they were afraid that the dethroner would come for them too. ... "This is not right." I look at the dead leader while the panicking screams of the other monkeys grow more distant by the second. "Why wasn''t I able to beat it in a single hit?" And as this agonizing questions tortures me, the heavens finally grant me an answer. . [Host physical body has been weakened] . "What?! Show me my status!" ---------- Energy Layer: [crippled] Body Layer(new): Master(high) Lvl: 10/20 (level up!) [Calibrated ???] Name: Michael Frell Wiik (Switch)(Y/N)? . Race: Czar BeastlordAge:15 Health: 90% Energy: [Crippled] . Physique: Noble Vampire Bloodline: Evolving Bloodline (+) Genetic Combo: none Genetic storage: Vampire, wood elf. . Magic essence: Gold:31% Blood:40% Ice:50% Wind 40% Dark:0% Fire:0% Water:0% Earth:0% . [Battle Arts] (+) . [ABILITIES] (active) (+) . [ABILITIES] (passive) (+) . [Titles] (+) ---------- "My energy is crippled..?" "No, when I used my abilites they drain my stamina.." "Is there a way for me to regain it?" [Host has yet to for [Magic Core] and [Nuclei] Yes, didn''t Jenkins say they went back to their forming phases not long after we signed that contract? "Can I form them now?" [Insufficient nutrition] "Excuse me?" [Host formed it previously with the help of compound named [Mass]. However, beasts will form it naturally as they advance. This process will wary from each individual, but can be sped up by consuming the cores of other beings.] "I see..." Readjusting my gaze back to the corpse, I find a small blue marble peacefully laying next to the dripping fountain. Most likely blown out when the head shattered. I gently bend down and pick it up with my grotesque hand. Balancing it betweent the crooked nails. "Like this?" And with that, its thrown into my mouth and swallowed. And it looks like my guess was right. - [Core forming process] [Nuclei: 2%] [Magic core: 0%] - "Not bad at all... So I can regain my powers like this then. Too bad the rest of those monkeys ran away..." I turn my sight back to the dark jungle. Dimply lit by the weak rays of moonlight fallen from the sky. "I''ll stay in that cave for now. But before I go in. System, rearrange the display screen. [How does host wish to rearrange?] With that, I proceed to explain while walking into the home I claimed. Dragging the three corpses of the chimps I killed along with me. Extracting their cores and bones. ..... The next day.... [Display engaged] ---------- [Level:10/20] [Name: Michael] (Switch?) [Age:15] . [Body layer: High Master] [Energy Layer: Crippled] . [Physique: Noble Vampire] [Bloodline Combo] (+) [Essence] (+) . [Magic Spells] (+) [Battle arts] (+) . [Activate Abilities] (+) [Passive Abilities] (+) [Titles] (+) . ---------- "And only ever show me what I ask for. The whole display gets on my nerves.." Right now, I was sitting inside the deep cavern previously belonging to the tribe of savages. Leaning against the smooth cave wall while in my beastlord form. I used most of the night to customize the display screen shown by the system. This thing seems to really help and explain stuff to me now that my layer has dropped, as Jenkins once said it works best when weak. But I never knew you could rearrange it, as it was just something I wished to try. The thin pelt covering most of my body has the same texture as a rough trampoline on the outside, but a soft fuzzy one on the inside. Feels like wearing a comfortable hoody shielding everything expect my head, hands and feet from the cold stone floor. "There is also this.." I look away from the translucent display screen and onto my index finger where two rings now lay. Didn''t I previously only have one of these? Anways, I tried opening the new one last night, but there was only a couple of sealed books and small sylinder shaped container inside. Completely made of a material not too different from some white porcelain, but also covered in several small runes and markins. "Wonder whats inside, I can''t seem open it.." Well, I''ll see if I can''t just rip it open after regaining my strength. ''Bet that blond haired bastard left it here..Was he also the one who calibrated my level? Must be, but why? And How does one just change a level? Wasn''t it set to the creatures potential for growth? In that case, the shown amount is decreased, but the required experience is increased?" "System, what is actually experience?" [Small amount of life force absorbed from defeated foes] "Thanks.." ''That guy is surely planning something. But dwelling on such right now won''t do me any good.'' I stand up from the icy stone. Finding myself aimed towards the exit of the cave where rays of sunshine now thrive. "System, show me my primate bloodlines." - [Primate Bloodline] . (Czar Beastlord: 100%) (Hel''Slakter: 100%) (Cave Monkey: 40%) - ''I got the monkey too, huh? But thats not why I opened it.'' "Can I switch between the available ones?" [Yes, but the bloodline must be at 100%] "Good. change me into the Hel''slakter." My body quickly morphs itself back to the form I know the best. The black fur turns into some lighter clothing while my nails shorten and turn into a deep black. However, as the transformation completes, the system notifies me of an unusal error. [This Bloodline is in its incomplete state. Does host wish to restore it?] ''Oh? Wasn''t the fully grown one some type of ogre?'' "Sure." The procedure quickly begins, and the body changes once again. First, the black shirt turns into a long jacket, displaying the muscles on the frontal part of my torso. The second change would be the eyes, as they no longer hold a gold color, but change into a dark yellow with some red hiding within. Similar to a young star beginning its life in the distant sky. The third one was probably the most noticeable. Sharp pieces of bone and skingrew over every major joint consisting of the knees, elbows, knuckles and fingers. Taking the shape of armored plates where the surface area was too thin, and white thorns on the larger ones. Like the knees and elbows. The last one, although not as profound or noticeable as the third, was still quite the shocker. The ability to bend my limbs in any direction seems to have been magnified. No, I cannot freely stretch them out, but its as if all the bones making up my skeleton turned into a vertebrates. Similar to my spine. I know, this doesn''t sound impressive, but I tried bending my arm in one direction, and it was there where my mind was blown. The speed at which it was swung at was, of course limited to my own. However, as the limb bendt like a whip, it accelerated even further. Ten times faster in a single instant if my gut feeling isn''t wrong. Now that it''s complete I really want to mix it with my Beastlord, but I''ll wait until the nuclei and the core re finished up. "Not bad, not bad at a.." However, before I get to finish my round self praise, I get interrupted again. . [Abilites has fused with host!] [Hel''regner: Host can freely spit out corrosive pressurized bullets of spit] . [Hel''Beiner: Host''s bones have been strengthened by 200% permanently.] . [Hel''Denger: All attacks will weaken the targets flesh by a considerable amount for each hit connecting directly with the skin.] . [Hel''Trasher: Hosts physical strength is permanently increased by 10%] . "Hey! Thats pretty goo...WAIT ONLY 10%!? Damn my luck..." [Hel''Slakter has evolved into Hel''Serker] "Kinda want to combine it with the beastlord, but lets see to completing the other bloodlines too and combining the available stuff. Want to quickly finish up and head out." ''I have to do what that old head asked of me soon, so I don''t plan on staying in this spot for too long. After finishing up with the restoration I''ll leave. Now...'' "Let''s see what the outside world looks like!" My naked feet dig into the stone floor, and I throw myself out like a bullet. Charging straight for the path lain out for me. 55 Explorer Its been a while since I first entered the depths of the jungle, but I haven''t really been able to find much. My ability, bestial sense, seems to have been degraded due to the crippled energy and the lack of a core, but its still viable in a sense. While I traveled, I found out that the jacket created by my hel''Serker''s innate clothing was too difficult to walk around in, as it would usually get stuck. So I just changed to the beastlord for the time being. I definitely look like some weird werewolf, but who cares. Not like I''m going to meet other people here? Anyways, i tried to send out my senses once again, and to my luck something finally came back. "What is that?" Before me stands a small pack of white rabbits. They look kind of funny, with teo long fluffy ears and red eyes. Not to different from a pet bunny back on earth. ''Lets see...'' I try to shout out a spit bullet at an isolated one, however, as the small translucent jet of water hits it, I immediately get more than what I asked for. The bullet, as if having a chemical reaction to the rabbit, Makes the animal violently explode like a water balloon. Shooting out flesh and fur all over the place. Maybe you would get the same effect by attatching a hand grenade to a pillow? "Ouf! Get f**ed!" But as I praise my accuracy, the rest of the group of rodents all turn towards me with hateful gazes. What the hell? Why are they eyeing me down? Do these rats want to die too? No, they did not want to die. Rather, they planned on getting revenge. In a single instant, the flock charge forwards with lightning speed. Slamming their tiny hind legs into the grass, and rocket towards me. Their speed even greatly exceed my spit jet, however, as they all come close enough, I immediately send them over to their brother. - [Tremor Bomber LvL 2] - With a but a single shout, they all crash down like paper planes flying against an air current,peacefully plummeting to the ground. I look at fur balls with some pity, each now had a vast amount of blood kept flowing out from their ears. These guys must have had really good hearing. Or thats my guess. "Well, let''s not let it go to waste.." I pick each one up and bite of their head. Eating the nuclei or core if there are any, while also making sure to get their genetic code. [Hammer bunny added to genetic storage] "Hammer bunny? What a weird name. System, pass me some information about them." [Hammer bunny: Small carnivores rodents resembling white rabbits in shape. They often live in packs of 50 individuals and specialise in hunting large animald. They take down their prey by madly kicking it to death with their powerful hind legs, which have been recorded to possess the strength to even shatter boulders.] "Oh, is that....WHAT?!" I once more look down at the twitching rats spread around on the grass before me. And as I register every individual of the thinned out horde, a small shiver runs fown my spine. "Well, at least I got them before they got me.." Not bothering about what could have been, I quickly eat the rest and check on my core status. - [Nuclei: 7.8%] [Magic Core: 2%] - ''Sweet!'' "System, combine the bunny with my beastlord!" . [Combining...] . Not even a second later, I feel a strange tingling sensation travel through my legs. No, the muscle tissue and skeletal structure is visibly shaken growing in length and density. And the size change is not the only one, it feels like whenever I try to move them, the signal sendt from my brain travels down much more smoothly. The tingling quickly disappears, and I look am left only to stare. These two mounds of flesh, coupled with the longer shins and pectorals.. They don''t differ much from small black logs. Well, my height has also reached the two meter mark, but that doesn''t really mean much. ''Lets test these babies out!'' There isn''t really a lack of targets here in this dense jungle, so I just walk over to one of the nearby trees. These are kinda short compared to the ones I found in the first forest, probably no taller than ten or so meters. Anyways, I steady my body and swiftly throw a roundhouse kick bound to connect with the brown bark, and HOLY SH***. Altough these massive sticks don''t live up to their brethren''s height, they are by noe means small. Five adults standing in a small tight circle would probably be the right estimate. However, those guys just went straight to hell. My shin literary turned the tree into firewood. No, more like splinters. It brutally cracked appart when faced with the overwhelming power behind my newly improved legs. The tree just falls of to the side with a thump, but that thing can screw off, for the only place having my full attention is the beauty which severed it. "I can feel like the vertebrae spine my hel''serker has doesn''t go over. I really have to fuse these later on.." "System, does mylegs go over when I transform into another form? And if not, can I combine it with the others?" . [Combinations are set for the bloodline they are fused with. Host can use [Aspect of the Tainted] to fuse all combinations and bloodlines into one being.] . [Negative, combination only works once. Host would have to get more of specified genetic code to combine with rest.] . "Aiya...Well, can I stack one certain code in the storage several times if I eat more of it?" . [Affirmative, but it will be set to an unspecified amount of times depending on how much the host ingests.] . "So I can probably only do the vampire fusion once...Damn." I rearrange my sight back towards the dense road of vines and trees. Feeling an unfamiliar excitement begin to build up from deep within. "If I remember correctly, the [Kabir Tyrant] had the ability to walk on clouds. But I really want something that can fly, so lets get some birds first." And with that I dig my feet into the earthy soil and jump forwards. Flying through the air like a stone throen into the sky. ..... However, far away from Michael''s position, a small group of humans could be seen traversing through the same jungle. "Dammit! Why did the king send us to investigate that falling star!? These lab robes are too tight on my stomach!" A rough manly voice echoed into all the branches nearby. Only stopping when arriving at the location of his companions. "Shut up and start walking, Bander! Why do you always complain whenever we do something?!" Bander, as he was called was part of this regions research comity. Directly supervised by the appointed human ruler of their province known as ''Torvel''. He had a stuffy brown beard and a bald head. Probably the only other thing you would notice other than the his large build and grey eyes. His college, Winter was however quite the beauty. She had a head full of long white hair and some crystal blue eyes. Better known as snow white by her friends. She was the current leader of this research group in charge of investigating any abnormal phenomena like the meteorite seen not too long ago. As a researcher, she was quite capable. But when it came to exploring the eternal forest they were always given a handsome set of general layer knights as escorts for her group of six. Cutting down anything which stood in their way. Her attire mainly consited of the usual white robe with some good travelling shoes and a large green backpack. The default one given to all of them. As they continued to traverse the jungle, Winter always kept her eyes on the road. Leaving her excited and bewildered thougts to herself. ''I hope we actually find something this time, and don''t have to go back empty handed!'' And so she continued on her way. Walking in between the starioned knights. .... 56 Fusion [Nickel Crow bloodline added!] . [Nickel crow: A small type of bird living in woody areas. Their feathers are coated in a type of protein which helps them freely move through the air without any efforts. However, it turns their bodies into a silver color as a result. These are the most normal type of prey hunted by other animals.] . [Nickel Crow bloodline at 100%] . Right now, Michael could be found sitting down in an unmarked location within the jungle. Surrounded by heavy bushes and trees. Fasting upon a bunch of dead crows with a gleeful expression. These birds were no different than normal ones. Other than their metallic feathers and their hoarse chirps. "Good, it''s at 100%!" "Change me into a nickel crow!" And with my word, the body quickly shrinks and reformes. Turning into the one of the small crows in not even a second. I look down at my new wings and beak with some interest and enthusiasm. Wondering whether to keep the bloodline or combine it with the condor. "You know what? Turn me back to the beastlord, and then fuse it with the condor." As my body once more transform, the system also worked its magic before my two expanding yellow eyes. . [Combination completed!] . [Recusant Condor bloodline at 17%] . "It barely went up? Is it because the bloodline is too weak?" Well, that is the only plausible exploitation... Stacking up on weaker bloodlines ceases from this moment. I don''t seem to get their abilities, so just feeding them to the stronger ones will be the new plan. ''I could also combine many weak ones...nah, wouldn''t change much. Lets get one supreme beast in each category before jumping onto something else!'' "System, why can''t I get rodent bloodlines? The only thing that shows up here are the most common types of animals." . [Inheritance incomplete] . "Oh. Well, that old guy said I received fragments of the original powers..." I rise up from the grass and aim all my senses up into the trees. Something feels rather off, but my bestial senses can''t seem to get a hang of it. But, that question quickly answers itself, as a white shadow pounces down at me from above. These dum animals do not seem to realise that the moment they reveal themselves is the instant their fate is sealed. "Courting death!" I elegantly spit out a water bullet in its direction. However, to my suprise, the shadow dodges it the instant I fired. ''What?!'' Unable to even react, I can only see the blur hit my body and forcefully hold me down with something resembling a giant paw. Barring the now visible fangs into my face. This tiger shaped creature seems rather familiar. No, i have seen this before! Its a [Cloud Tiger]! Damn, this thing sure is strong. I can only seem to violently push it''s gaping mouth away while trying to regain some room to use my tremor bomber or spit, but this thing only further charges whenever I try to move. This cat isn''t too different from a regular Siberian tiger actually. Only having its fur completly painted white. Only left with a small amount of time before this thing takes a piece of my face, I do what only a true survivor would. I charge up all the available energy into my left leg and smash it straight up. Not only cracking the air, but also its nuts. The shin violently hammers itself against this tiger''s groin. And as it does, a sound only ever found when crushing an apple with a tire gets born into this world. Forever haunting the mind of the unfortunate. Our tiger seems to lose some of its might, and I quickly get to work by shooting some bullets inside its eyes. The attack seems effective, considering two pillars of steam rise up from behind the closed eyelids. But do you think I''ll let you rest? In your f***ing dreams! [Tremor Bomber!] "PISS OFF!!!" My shout seems to further discombobulate the large cat, and some drops of blood begin to spurt out of its ears. Left with almost all its senses ruined, I kick myself of the grass filled layer my body was previously mashed against and swing my arm towards its head. . [Abilities Activated!] [Mad dance of power LvL 2(Strike)] . My fist, now enhanced by the enourmes amount of power traveling from the body further speeds up and slams into the head of the beast. The impact dents and cracks part of it''s skull, but the tiger is still left breathing, so I just hit it a couple more times. Finally, the big cat drops dead. Leaving me with some new meat to dine one. "Lets see here..." I quickly use my spirit to enlargen the body and swallow the cat down in one gulp. Slowly shrinking back to a more mobile size as the remains digest themselves. . [Bloodline fused with [Kabir Tyrant] . [Kabir Tyrant bloodline: 60%] . Looks like higher grade bloodlines really increase the percentage by a large margin. And did it just automatically fuse with it?I wonder, is it because its part of the original piece I combined? - [Core forming process] . [Nuclei: 62%] [Magic Core: 47%] - "Good! But there is also a little something I want to try out..." My body reverts back to its two meter tall beaslord shape made up of condensed biomass covered by black fur. I should find something that has some better digestive system. Anywas I give a quick order to the system after getting back to normal. "Can you combine all passive and active abilites that can be fused togheter while I hunt for more prey?" . [Affirmative. However, all passive/active abilites except transformations will be inaccessible for 13 hours.] . ''[Aspect of the Tainted] raises my rank by one whole layer, so in worst case I''ll just do that. Besides, my spit ability would be enhanced by the [Devil''s Enzyme] skill, wouldn''t it? Trying to use my bestial senses in that form would also be much better...'' "Yeah, no problem." The system then stops responding. Working on the the fusion between all the different skills in my possession. "Good. But should it really take that long? Doesn''t matter now really though..." I remove my thoughts from the assimilation process and aim my sight back into the forest. Sending out my senses while also slightly transformin parts of my black hide into dark red and green scales. Even one of my partially yellow eyes turn into an complete empty void. I Kind of look like an undead now actually. As for the results....The effect seems to have increase greatly! I can reach out two, if not three times further away while having the transformation on. However, it looks like this only raises the power by a set amount, meaning that fully changing doesn''t do anything else for it. "Who cares! Lets find more stuff to eat!" Left with only my insatiable hunger for completion and the excitement hiding behind my powers, I once more charge straight into the green sea. ... "We are here, Miss Winter." Far away from Michael''s current position, a group of people were standing in circle around the crater where he first landed. Looking down into it''s center with enthusiasm and interest. "Yes. However, the footprints left behind indicate that some sort of mutated beast came and took what was inside before we got a chance." Winter was at this moment only mumbling to herself. Knitting her two sharp eyebrows togheter while narrowing the large blue eyes. Even her small nose twitched from time to time as she weakly moved the red lips The trip up here must have been a long one, seen as even her long white hair was quite the mess. Next to her was another researcher. A blue haired man wearing some round glasses resting in top of a sharp nose. He seemed to be a little better off than her, as the wavy blue strands of hair didn''t show any sign of exhaustion. This was Wilsen, a long time friend of Winter. He also intriguingly eyed down the weak footprints and marks stretching in a straight line out from the hole with his two green gems. "Must be a [Cave Monkey], while the object previously laying here hold a close resemblance to...a human torso?" As they discussed what kind of creature or item would fall down from the sky, Bandel suddenly jumped out from between them. Heavily gasping for air in and out while falling to his knees. His beard was a mess, and the full moon on the guy''s head reflected the sunlight coming from above to a now even more profound degree. "HAAA!! Can we go home now...?" His gruff voice was even hoarser this time around, as his cardiovascular must have been worked to death. Winter only looked down at his figure with some anger and weakly kicked his large belly. "No! We must find out what laid here!" As Winter angrily gazed down at the man, one of the fully knights shouted out her name from far away. The tone was rather feminine too, sticking out in the mostly men dominated group. It fully removing her attention from the dying man. "Miss Winter! You must come look at this!" Not even bothering with the beard ball begging for mercy for another second, she hurridly ran towards the location where the call had come from. Seeing her hurriedly shoot of like this caused the Wilsen to chuckle. "This girl is really passionate about her work." His voice held some admiration inside it, but there was a hidden tenderness behind it. Back to where Winter had ran towards, you would find out that her body had just stopped in its tracks. She was standing next to one of the female knights wearing a simple, yet full suit of iron armour. It was no different from that of a male set, only having a slighlty smaller headpiece. They were looking at what seemed to be the old hideout of those [Cave monkeys] togheter. Both a releasing and energy of suprise. It didn''t look too different from a primitive camp covered by sticks and dried wood. However, it was now also decorated with some half eaten chimp remains. Each spread around in separate bloddy pieces, and claw marks running all over the cave entrance making its home on a large rock not too far away. "Aren''t cave monkeys at the lower general layer when fully grown?! And their alpha should be at the high end!" Her voice became even more exasperated by the second, and she continued on her rant. "By the seven! What could have done such a thing?! Has the ruler of this region gone mad?!" Winter looked at the ruined camp with her mouth gaping wide open. Letting the messy white hair fly over to all sides while some strands covered the reflection of her eyes. The knight, however, was much more composed. Looking down at the girl from behind the stripe shaped openings covering her helmet. "Shall we continue?" Mabye it was the confidences behind her words, or the same interest in uncovering what had truly invaded their province, but no matter, Winter instantly made a decision. Snapping her out from the wild train of thought. "Yes! I was given a artifact to save our skin if worst case were to happen." Winter''s voice was light, but the determination behind it would undoubtedly weigh on your shoulders. She refused to stop until getting to the bottom of this herself. Not wishing to leave it to her peers. "Call the rest! We will set camp here for today." The knight heard her orders and obediently nodded at her. This obedience did not come from the difference in position, but from a deep suited admiration originating from the depths of her heart. "Yes, Mrs Winter!" 57 Regained Migh "I think I went too far." Well, its been two days since I woke up here. All has been well. For me, that is. The jungle has definetly seen better days. I mean..... These trees were getting on my nerves, so punched them all down. If anyone ever finds my trail, then sorry. But your world can only blame itself for hindering my mission. Besides, this place is now what I like to call an ''Industrial ready'' piece of land! All you people need to do now is remove these trees and builds some fabrics! I wonder sometimes actually, is there any oil in Farleng? Lets do a quick relaps! Met some more cloud tigers. They all looked a little angry, did I offend them perhaps? Nah, can''t remember doing anything of that sort. However, I didn''t know that they were so common in these parts. But any how, my Kabir Tyrant is done thanks to the kitty cat suicide squad. Those fellows could only beg and cry before the unparalleled might engraved into every cell of my beaslord''s body. After devouring them I tried transforming into the Kabir tyrant, and surely the wait was worth it. Not only does this form possess even more explosive power and speed than my go to guy, it can also use a form of echolocation and pinpoint all prey nearby! Much more efficiently than me bestial senses too! Almost forgot, this guy is the size of a car. I think it gets bigger, but my spirit pressure limits the growth. Have been using it ever since, and I really enjoy running around while disguised as a giant brown liger. Or sabertooth tiger if you would. The graceful build of this beast allows for much more agile and swift movements. And the traveling speed is also on another level. The fur has a nice metallic shine to it, while some thick black lines run down over the sides of the back like drops of water. Yeah, there is also the raccoon-like google''s on the front, but I can''t really see those that well. Came across a herd of dark green flamingos some time ago. They were called [Venom Pickers] if my memory doesn''t serve me wrong. Anywas, it said they were quite powerful, but those guys still ended up as my dinner. A single move was enough to behead most of the heard. And even if I had missed, they wouldn''t have gotten far, as shooting them down with my bullets worked even better. . [Venom Pickers: A type of large water bird with the shape of a flamingo. Their tounges are decked in posioniues hypodermic needles which will stick onto any prey they catch. They usually hunt small fish found in ponds, or smaller animals found in the jungles they inhabit.] . They not only satiated my hunger, but the condor also reached a hundred percent too! I gave it a shot, however, the wingspan of this thing is too huge. Transforming into it was also a little bit weird. How should I explain it? It still felt incomplete somehow. Let''s give it a proper try after getting out of here. Besides this, I have also acquired some fish genetic codes thanks to my kabir tyrant... Which can walk on water by the way. Cool right? I''m cat jesus now. But yeah, they jumped at me the moment those flamingos went down. Sadly, the situation now has become rather dire. No matter how hard I look, I can''t seem to find any more animals. Did they perhaps run away? Probably...Anyways, back to the fish! [Blue stripe piranhas] or whatever. Like a small zebra fish with sharp teeth and blue in color. Hard to see in the start, but I used [tremor bomber] while sticking my head underwater. I''ll give you a hint... Worked like a charm! Oh? You heard [Tremor Bomber], right? Yeah, my skill assimilation finished up. And the results are pretty satisfying. ---------- . [Active Abilities] (-) . [Mad King''s Hammer(new): Cover your fist''s in a condensed mass of power originating from your desires. This skill will get more powerful as the user grows.] . [Aura of the five(new): Call upon the power of lighting, earth, wind, water and fire to temporarily increase the power of your magic. This skill will grow with the users essence understanding.] . [Roar of the Quake(new): Destroy everything weak enough with the power of your shout. Area of effect will always be within 5 meters of the user, but will slowly expand if held down. This skill will grow alongside host.] . [Immortal Speed LvL 4: Tripples user''s traveling speed by using energy. Higher level equates to less energy needed] . [Aspect of the tainted: Call forth the power from every bloodline mixed within the body. Transforming you into the physical incarnation of impure power.] . [Skill Assimilation: Mix togheter similar skills to create new and more rare ones.] . [Physique theft: Steal the body type of other creatures. Enhancing and strengthening your own. Physiques will stack.] . ---------- Yeah, my active abilites are pretty cool. And much more convenient than the other ones. However, they can''t really fare against the passive abilities. ---------- . [ABILITIES] (passive) (-) . [Immortal Regeneration: User''s cells will rapidly heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Great resistance against flesh wounds and other injuries, but less effective against poision.] . [Sulfur Manipulation LvL 1: User can create and manipulate sulfur clouds.] . [Striders step LvL 2: User can fling his body 200 meters in any direction.] . [Breathless move(new): User can freely and tirelessly move for one day with only a single breath of air. This skill cannot grow and will need to be fused with similar ones to improve.] . . [Valor''s Voice LvL 1(new): Can influence and sway the minds of others more easily. Your words will hold great meaning in the minds of the weak.] . [Cloak Of The Beast(new): Your hide/skin will negate all damage taken by 20%. This skill can be improved by evolving.] . [Rubber Body: User can bend body in any direction.] . [Genetic Drain: Absorb and store the genetic codes and bloodlines of other animals.] . [Endless Evolution: User can infinitely evolve.] . ---------- Its really nice being back on my feet again. Not having to worry about getting accidentally killed by some damn bunnies. And not only have all my skills been thoroughly thinned out, but my core is also finished. - [Core Forming process] . [Nuclei: 100%] [Magic Core: 100%] . [Does host wish to create core?] [Yes/No?] - Seeing how they both got full, I just pressed the button. Begging to reach my old layer again. However, something strange seemes to have happend instead. After pressing yes, I temporarily blacked out for a while. And when I woke up again, I was both greeted by a bunch of crows nibbling on my large paws, and a highly satisfactory notification. . [Genetic Combo has fused Nuclei and Magic Core!] . [User has formed a [Abstruse Nucleus/Core!] . [Abstruse Nucleus: A rare type of core only ever heard about in legends. It fuses the user''s energy with the body, making it possible to now efficiently use stamina as an energy source. This would usually not be plausible, as stamina is almost incapable of sustaining magic spells and skills. Other than this, the host''s strength and energy reserves are greatly magnified.] . This is quite impressive, and I really didn''t expect to have them fuse together. However, with my energy restored, I tried checking what layer I had reached. ---------- [Level:18/20] (level up!) [Name: Michael] (Switch?) [Age:15] . [Layer(New): High General] [Abstruse Core(new): Rank 3] . [Physique: Noble Vampire] (new!) [Bloodline Combo] (+) (new!) [Essence] (+) (new!) (Lightning added!) . [Magic Spells] (+) [Battle arts] (+) . [Activate Abilities] (+) (new!) [Passive Abilities] (+) (new!) [Titles] (+) (new!) . ---------- "New Physiques and Titles? Also, lightning?! Wonder where I can find some thunder spells...But most importantly, the core?" "So my energy and stamina is the same now? Well, I could probably last longer in fist fights, and the energy is no different. Only now I can just check how tired I am." "Other than that, I can feel that my stamina reserves have multiplied by an inconceivable amount. Not bad at all!" Roaming around this place has yielded some fruitful rewards indeed! I should head out....After killing the king of this region. Like the monkey guy back where I first started. This area is pretty much a desert made up of vines, branches and bark. However, as I continue to bring forth the beta version of the apocalypse, something never seems to change. The first is that I still can''t open that marble container in the other ring! Damn it all... Well, who gives a sh**. I''ll pop it open after reaching the king layer again. The second would be that I can''t find any lizards here. My poor [Essence drake] needs some love too dammit! Matters not tho, for my tainted transformation should be pretty badass even without a dragon. Almost forgot! Those sealed books laying together with the container...I got one open! All of them have been covered by some sort of black membrane. Is this Jenkins''s dark magic? Weird thing actually. Any how, the book seems to be based on old legends which happend after this world was created. "Whispers of Metis" is it''s name. Stories and tales written down by a wind goddess living here. The book is quite large, not too far away appearance vise from an old plank actually. The cover is made of a torn piece of old leather, having some green paint outlining the title rather beautifully. The age is also visible on other parts than just the cover, as even the tips of the pages have begun to break down. However, lets save this baby for after killing the king. Wonder where that guy is hiding. No matter how much I tear down he never comes to greet me. No, wait, I accidentally sendt my bestial senses underground one time. But something forcefully shook it away. Let''s find out what that was. With this place transformed into a woody dessert and most of the animals either stuffed into my bottomless belly or frantically escaping, there is noe only one question within my mind. Something I only have just begun to realize.... Why aren''t there any insects here? Like, who''s cleaning up my mess? Does this world have some sort of super fancy bacteria or do other animals just finish it off? While wondering about how this world''s ecosystem works, I unconsciously gaze down onto the filthy earth beneath my dark brown paws. Filled with all kinds of broken sticks, severed vines and tree splinters. It perfectly mixes with the bottom layer of grass. Even the smell is that of the fragrant flow of life. However, lets just dig straight down for now. Mabye my dinne... No wait, the king hides there. "As for the stuff I leave behind...It will surely decompose over time. Not like anyone''s gonna come and tell me to stop, right? I mean, what kind of idiot would follow such tracks." .... "Mrs Winter, there are more broken remains spread over here. Seeming to have previously belonged to a cloud tiger." The research group were hurriedly following the footprints left behind by Michael. All leisurely yet cautiously walking down the ruined pathway made up of half eaten corpses and cut down trees. At this moment, Winter was traveling alongside six knights and her two main companions, Wilsen and Bander. The rest had set up camp and called for reinforcements back at the camp. Not wishing to risk following the monster which had caused this mess. ''Looks like I have to get to the bottom of this myself..'' Winter, who''s appearance was now much better kept walking behind the female knight. Her white hair was set in a ponytail, and the lab coat spun around the waist, showing off a grey short sleeved under armour Klinging onto her body, as to not get stuck in any debris. However, even with such graceful looks, she could not help but feel regretful. Why was it always her who had to do the heavy lifting, while the rest would refuse to bother? Even though her passion lied in exploring the unknown, working with such unmotivated people was entirely different task in itself. ''Well, excluding Wilsen... He always seem to follow me anywhere, no matter how dangoures the task is. Its really nice to have some countable colleges. And he is such a good friend too!'' However, while thinking of him, she then remembered Bander. This guy who decided to join them in hopes of gaining some recognition if they managed to discover anything. ''Well, he is something else...'' Winter regained her usual though process after arriving near the carcass. The strong leafy smell and the grotesque odor of flesh emitted from themutilated tiger brought her back to reality. Only half of the specimen remaind. Most of the upper body had seemingly been biten off in one single move, leaving the hind legs and digestive track behind. The female knight next to her finally began to show some hesitation. These were already difficult creatures to deal with by themselves. However, here you had something which seemingly killed one in a single move! "Mrs Winter, should we mabye head back?" The female knight had a hint of uncertainty in her voice this time, as the feeling of incoming danger kept creeping closer every time they came across a new set of cut down trees. But no matter how many times she hinted at this, the answer Mrs Winter gave did not change. Still holding the same amount of confidence as ever. "No! We will continue!" Not even left with time to retort, the knight could only watch as the white ponytail swayed further away from her. Heading in the direction where the destruction kept growing in magnitude. However, she could only sigh in defeat and quickly run after the girl. Only able let the rustling iron armour scream out her pain, and curse silently in her mind where no one else could listen. ''I have a really bad feeling about this...'' ... "Damn, I have a really good feeling today. Did someone order me a pizza?" Well, this swell time may originate from my new find. I dug my way down, and as ecpected, there is a vast cavern beneath this jungle! Its kind of dark and moist here, and the mossy smell doesn''t help it at all. But I just changed into the Kabir Tyrant and used echo location. It''s easier too see using this than with the bestial senses, as they only roughly show the shape of stuff. Like an infants drawing. You can see it, but barely make it out. Back to the underground. Its not too far away from how I first saw things after waking up here. The roof, or the jungle, is of course supported by some old stone pillars randomly found all over. Probably left behind by the person who carved this cave out. There are several bodies of water found here too. Each filled with some old rocks and bones. Like tiny ponds of death. Or trash cans rather. Either way, this crib is pretty slick. However, no matter how comfy I feel, some sort of weird energy keeps attracting me into a certain direction. Like a moth towards a lightbulb. I tried sending both an echo and a strand of my senses through the darkness, but I can''t get a proper read, as the same unkown forcefield pushes me back. "Let''s just get this over with!" And while still in my Kabyr Tyrant form, I elegantly dash towards energy beacon. 58 Guardian This place is really dark. Luckily, the echo location helps me steer away from any sharp stones and slippy edges. Been walking for a while, and I seem to have found a small blue light source not too far away. I also noticed that it comes from the same direction where that weird energy can be found. They must surely be connected. As I further my advance, the light only continues to grow in strength. And with it''s ever growing radiance, my mind slowly fades. No, I feel rather light headed actually. Why is that? No matter, I finally arrive near this thing. And as I do, the mossy stench disappears, quickly replaced by a very pure and stingy scent. It smells like dried sugar actually. The light source which has kept drawing me towards it lay thoroughly attatched to a small stone pillar, resting in the center of some large underground lake. You could probably fit a blue whale inside this giant body of water. However, that would probably only cover the surface. Depth vise, I can''t make out how deep down this thing goes even with the bestial senses. Anyways, I changed back into my beastlord after getting here. The water walking is only possible with the tyrant, but with the enhanced legs of this guy I could probably reach the pearl with a single jump. I rearrange all mental power towards the smooth gem on top of the pillar, trying to calculate how much power to use in order to get it in one sweep. However, looking at this white ball is actually rather pleasent. There, on the ancient rock pedastol it lay.... What a beauty! Actually, that thing is quite large. Mabye the size of a tire if my estimate isn''t wrong. Can I even lift it? Mabye the light it gives of affects my mind, but either way, I prepare myself to fly up and catch it. I really want to find out what that thing is! However, not even a second after I reposition my body, the rich crater in front of me suddenly begins to tremble. No, rather, its content seems to have begun to boil over. As if someone just dropped a truck filled with nitrogen inside. Despite this, however, the water is by no means hot. Icy cold would be a better description. But as I my vision moves past the bubbles, An indescribable image fills my eyes. Something seems to be moving from the depths of the lake. Oh, it is now headed upwards..WAIT NO ITS MOVING TOWARDS ME! The dark figure keeps growing in size the further up it gets, hastly ascend up to the surface without stop. I embrace myself for the unkown enemy, and jump backwards as to get some distance between us. hitting both my lengthened feet into the rigged stone floor. Digging the sharp black nails down, and throw my body away in one move. And as I land, the sizzling noise generated by the water gets engulfed by a low pitched splash. Generated from large parts of the liquid falling of onto the surrounding floor by the gigantic shadow''s ascent. I speedily spin around, facing the enemy head on while also instinctively lowering my body. This move seems to be engraved into the Beaslord''s DNA, as the spine even seems to compress itself in this stance, allowing me an easier time moving. However, before me now stands a creature resembling an enormous scaley brown snake. Its dark, but this guy is probably no larger than a...whale shark with the length of a train.. And there are the black spikes running down each of it''s side. Fully armoured with dark scale plates flowing over the long body. Actually, are snakes supposed look like that? Wait, the eyes....where are the eyes? And what are those two long horns sticking out from its head? WAIT AGAIN! Did they just twitch?! As I gradually eye down more of the worm, realization begins to emerge from my mind. This is no snake... "A centipede?!" The creature before me stops moving entirely after hearing what I said. Steadily positioning its large frame towards me and swings both antennaes into my direction. The insect suddenly breaks the silence by speaking to me. Its voice, no, it did not physically speak, but a high pitched scentense instantly resonates inside my head. This voice, or rather, the sound I received resembled a morse code, only now formed by words and not clicks. "You know of my specie?" ''Holy sh*** it spoke!'' Feeling its message resonate throughout my brain almost makes me puke. It feels like someone just rattled all my organs back and forth as if my body was some cheap blender, and my flesh was fruit. However, this amazing find truly exceeded all my expectations! My first time seeing an insect after coming to this world! I have to sound casual. Don''t want this thing to run off or anything. "Yeah, what''s up?" To my response, the giant worm withdraws part of its massive body back into the lake, allowing for a more humane distance between us to communicate. Once more, the chippy voice of the creature make its way into my thoughts, but more tolerable this time. "Why have you come here, Beastlord? Your home is rather far away, is it not? And where did you learn of my race?" The centipede became much more visible with the illumination of the light, and two spiky mandibles came into view. However, they seem to have been retracted into the mouth, only showing up as two small horns. ''This thing really is a centipede..'' "Ended up here? Yeah, I got on the wrong plane. As for your race.." When was the first time I saw such a creature again? No wait! I remember! "There was this one time i took a sh***, and one of those fu... I mean, your bretheren paid me a visit. Yeah... What a tale actually!" The centipiede begins to flick its long antennas back and forth after my answer registers, generating a small air current which wafted the sugary smell of the cavern into my sensetive nostrils. ''Damn, this place really does smell nice.'' "Anywas, now you answer some of my questions! Why are you here, and what is that orb?" I looked at the insect while talking. Noticing that the long feelers would shake slightly every time I moved my mouth. Those things must be quite sensetive. "My father, Kelen Innar, ordered me to guard this orb. It is known as the Pearl Of Chaos, and is one of the four stones of eden. It was created by the Spirit of chaos, Kindrel." What was that just now? Ruin? Spirits? Chaos?! This is way better than any pizza I could have ordered! However, my ecstatic thoughts get disrupted once again, as the chippy voice reemerges. "Now, Beastlord. Can you tell me more about how you know the name of my specie?" ''This thing wants to exhange information? Sure, why not.'' "Just stumbled upon a couple of those guys some years ago. And yeah, found some information in one of my old biology books from school. Now, tell me more these orbs!" The antennas of the beast twitch once more, and the voice enters my mind again. Does it know if I lie? "They all possess different abilites. However, legend has it that if someone manages to bring all of them togheter, then something I''m unfamiliar with will happen. I do not know more than this." ''This thing really knows a lot of stuff. I wonder if there are any more insects in the other locations, or just some powerful monsters.'' "Is that so? Where did you learn of this then? Haven''t you ever been interested in leaving this hole and bringing all the orbs together?" "Father told me to stay. And no, I was tasked to keep watch. It also smells nice in here, and the lake water feels very pleasent. The message sendt by the centipede has become much easier to handle, and my brain can now process it with ease. "Yeah, it sure does. However, how about you hand that little glowing ball over to papa Michael and we will call it a day?" As a sign of respect, I try to negotiate with this guy. I mean, who would kill such an innocent creature? Too bad that thing never go that smoothly for me.. "I will not. But you may tell me more about my specie." I give off a small sigh. Noy very content with thr answer i received. "So you won''t hand over that little pearl no matter what I do?" The centipede then suddenly shoots out all it''s spiky legs running down each side of its body while twitching both the antennas for the last time. Is it trying to give of a threatening appearance? "Correct." As the chippy voice disappears, I am only left alone with the thoughts of regret. Cursing at the turn of events, even though it was most likely destined to happen. ''Looks like my luck ran out....'' . [Ability Activated] [Mad King''s Hammer] . And by willing it, I command all the power coursing through my veins. Ordering it to travel over to my right hand. Leaking out after hitting the end, and slowly molding itself into translucent blue flame. It violently flickers with intensity while clinging onto my bare uncovered fist and sharp claws. The fire holds an aura of peace and sorrow. I can feel the energy it gives off, it resembles that of an emotion, but which one? However, as my mind wanders once more, the centipede slowly draws out more if it''s body from the water, while also stretching out the previously contracted mandibles. I seem to better understand the emotion my flame holds after eyeing down the beast. Yes, altough it is faint faint, I can recognize this. It is the feeling of pity. "Then you will have to excuse my lack of manners...!" .... "Mrs Winter, I urge you, please let us go back!" Winter and her company had kept following the trail of destruction Michael always left behind. And now, they had finally arrived in the location where he previously stood. The area which he had leveld with the earth. Trees and vines were splintered all over the ground, and the dirt smell had mixed with the moist scent usually emitted from the plants. Greatly distorting the surrounding atmosphere. You would probably start to unconsciously cringe if you breathed too much in. However, no matter how ruined this piece of land became, Winter kept her stubborn attitude. Not choosing to listen to neither Wilsen, the female knight, and especially not Bander. Every step she took would cause some tree shards to splinter off into even more fragments. Scaring the already overworked team every time. "No! We will conti..." But this time, the female knight did not blindingly agree. For although she admired this young woman very much, she had to also consider the safety of the other ones accompanying them. "Mrs Winter! This has already reached a level where we are unable to guarantee everyone''s safety! Please, I beg of you, let us just return here after reinforcements have arrived!" Hearing the desperate calls of the long time guard and friend plea, and also seeing the worried expressions on the face''s of her two friends seemed to spark a fire of compassion within her heart. Swaying Winter to agree. "Very well.... Let''s go ba.." However, before she could answer, Winter was once more interrupted. Not by another person, but by the shaking earth which rattled all the crushed trees against each other like and infinite pair of drums. The unexpected quake caught everyone off guard, and even some of the knights fell to their knees. Uncertain about what was happening. Bander, who was the first one to trip over, frantically yelled out in fear as the earthquake continued to grow in magnitude. "W...WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" His hoarse voice was filled with tiredness and exhaustion, only holding onto his sanity with the help of the abruptly geneeated fear. Winter looked out towards the distance where a hole was drilled into the ground. Highlighting an endless darkness which seeped its way out. Although she could not properly see how deep it was, no human could possibly dig such a thing out. As she kept looking at it, while also feeling the powerful tremors shutter up her legs, realization dawned upon her mind. "Whatever was here has caused the king of the region to move..!" ..... *BOOMP *BOOMP *BOOMP Deep underground, Michael was currently being hammered through several rows of stone pillars by the monstrous being. The fight had immediately started after his provocation. However, as he called for the battle to begin, the centipede answered instantly by propelling the rest og its 20 meter long body out of the water, and slamming it against him. The impact cut open part of his stomach and violently rocked him into the air. Even with the protection of his hide, the insect''s natural born thorny armour proved much more robust. Flicking his body of into the distance like a flat rock bouncing over a body of water. The centipede looked at the departing figure of Michael through its antennas. Wondering if the creature was killed by its sudden move. "What a shame. I wanted to know more about my specie." The antennas then lowered themselvs slightly. Indicating that the beast showed some sort of negative emotion. "It has been long since someone last came here, but I cannot let father down. Even if I must wait another thousand years." "For you are not the one he spoke of.. Not the one destined.." The ancient beast then slithered its scaly body back towards the pond after rummaging through its thoughts. Letting the sharp legs tap against the floor like a set of piano strings. Planning on going back to sleep now that the threat had been dealt with. However, just as the insect was about to reenter the lake, its two anntenas twitched once more as some weak signals began to hit against its body. Forcing it to spin around in order to properly register the sound. It kept wringing them back and forth, but all it could receive were some blurry lines of text. "HA....HAHA....HAHAHA!!!" The centipede further turned around and stretched more of the body in the direction of the noise, aiming its entire head towards place where the signals were strongest. Finally, it managed to fully pick it up. But why was it coming from the direction where he had sendt the beastlord? "HAHAHA! WHAT A HIT!! DAMN FINE!!! DAMN FINE INDEED!!!" The message fully sunk into the centipedes brain. However, right after it dissapated, a new noise called for it. No, not a noise. But a set of sounds resembling the one generated by grinding bones into each other. Soon, the cracking ended. However, only long enough to allow a new set of words to follow up. "NOW..." "IT IS MY TURN!!" 59 The Tainted Vs The Arthropod [A/N: LONG CHAPTER INCOMING! WILL TRY AND SEGMENT FUTURE ONES MORE. SORRY IN ADVANCE.] ..... The Centipede steered its antennas into the darkness. Unsure of when the beast would emerge. "Did I not dispatch him? I could sense that the creature was at the general layer. No, does he perhaps walk the path of the body?" However, from within the darkness came not the small humanoid wolf, but instead four small bullets of liquid. They followed behind each other like asymmetrical drops of water, and you would most likely be unable to dodge them in this darkness. Unless possessing the sensory ability of the centipede, that is. But It did not even bothering with such sneak attacks. Nonchalantly allowing the drops to smash against its shell. And as expected, they did not even leaving a dent or a mark behind. "Less effective against organic material mostly made up of keratin and calcium. I will take note of that. However, the shell may also contain phosphate... Increasing the penetration power and corrosive properties is what I should further aim for." Again, the voice of the creature was caught up. But what was it talking about? And why couldn''t the centipede pinpoint its location? "What is this nonsense you speak of, Beastlord? I did not know your race cowered in the face of a stronger adversary." However, this time, no answer was given back. Not even a puny attack. Had it perhaps run away? "Forgive me for my rudeness, insect. It was only a means to gauge out your strength. Middle king layer if I am not wrong? Your flesh will certainly do my body good." The centipede kept trying to locate the creature, but it was as if the signals were being sendt from all directions. No, the soundwaves were being manipulated to a level where not even it''s anntenas could differentiate which one came from where. What kind of animal possessed such an ability? Beastlords are incapable of controlling sound! *TRIP ''No, there!'' It managed to find a weak footstep coming not too far away. The anntenas twitched a little, and finally, it managed to find the main body. What the centipede could see was limited to a strand of sound and aura each passing individual generated. However, even without proper sight, it was still left speechless by the creature''s change. Michael''s body had transformed from the measly five and a half feet tall beastlord, to a hulking weremonkey shaped monstrosity nearing the height of twenty meters. Roughly rivaling the centipede in size. His hide into a dark brown suit of fur which now flowed all over his body. Everything from the humanoid paws at the bottom of his legs, the grotesque scissors shaped fingers, and finally, the muscular jet black back which resembled a thin shell. But other than the new piece of armour and the increased muscle mass, the skull still held the appearance of a human, only having some new facial features and a more ape-like shape. Making the frontal part slightly protrude forwards. First was his usual uncovered grin, now having a set of overly stretched lips seeming to stem from a beak. Then came his eyes, still no different from large voids. As for the rest, it was not visible, for his head did not have the same brown fur on it, and was instead painted by a giant blood red mask of long hair. ''What is this man...?!'' Michael gave his new body a quick moment of attention. Fully integrating the changes into his mind. "This explains my previous lacking of features whenever transforming. All the bloodlines were so thin, leaving me like a distored organism. While now, I have regained a proper appearence. Or, I look more like a werewolf and a yeti mix than a burnt doll." The centipede only stood there unmoving and awestruck. Not knowing what to belive. However, this only caused Michael to smile more, pushing back the beak and showing the row of cat-like teeth "Let me test this out!" He then dug his paw shaped foot into the cave floor, propelling himself at the insect with a blinding speed. The centipede wanted to respond, but the move was too swift, and the distance between them did not allow any time to think. And with no ressistance put up, the wereape smacked its furry fist into the worm. Sending it flying over the lake and straight through the stone pillar where the pearl laid. Only stopping after having most of it''s body engraved in the wall behind. Michael stopped where he was and rearranged all attention back to his hairy fist, which was now releasing a steaming pillar of translucent smoke. Was this created from the impact alone? "Oh my..." The centipede quickly wrigged itself out form the wall and angrily aimed its mandibles at him. However, Michael did not care for this, indifferently shooting it the same mocking smile, while also flecking his teeth. Pridefully basking in this newfound physical strength, as he could feel every ounce of power course through his veins like any other liquid. Leaving him in an almost euphoric state. The insect also noticed the significant power up, and wished to plea for a more peaceful solution. Who would willingly challenge something with such power? "Beast, please reconsider you actions. Many lives will be lost if be battle, and if anyone other than the chosen one takes the orb, ruin is bound to fall upon this worl.." But before it could finish, an abrupt interruption made it stop. One created by the crazed laugh of the weremonkey. "HAHAHA!!! YOU AND THIS WORLD CAN KISS MY F***ING ASS!!!!" Michael, who refused to waste any more time suddenly hurled his almost weightless body at it. Effortlessly ascending to the roof while aiming his killing intent at the insect like a hungry asteroid of death. You would think he would plummet straight down considering his size, but it was almost as if he was aided by the surrounding air. . [Ability Activated] [Mad King''s Hammer] . As his titanic body ascended up to the top of the cave, a yellow fire suddenly burst out from beneath his fur. Outlining his frame in a yellow ball of burning energy. It gave him the appearance of a graceful sun rising from below the clouds! The centipede looked at the rapidly rising comet and hastily positioned its back end in a whip-like stance. Just as Michael hit the top of the cave, he cocked back both his long paw shaped feet against it. Wishing to build up some momentum. However, the instant he froze was when the long tale violently shot itself at him. Planning to finish this by severing his body in two pieces. But this measly attack was nothing, and he easily overpowered it with a single smack of his his furry humanoid claw. Smashing the incoming sawblade back to the main body with a deafening boom. The entire cavern trembled before mighty strike, and the centipede also seemed rather dumbstruck. Twitching its antennas back to the descending ape with urgency. Despite having just faced a minor speed bump, Michael''s body did not seem phased at all, as he brutally slammed his legs into the stone above. Rapidly flying at the insect while still clad in the yellow aura. Turning his body into a burning meteorite. The centipede looked at the falling star and felt the rays of crazed pride cover its shell. Removing any thoughts about trying to negotiate. "Very well, beast." The worm raised its main body and barred both the mandibles at him right before shooting itself straight back at him. However, this did not prove efficient. "PATHETIC!" Right as the centipede''s mandibles were going to lach onto Michael''s head and rip it off, he slammed his balled up fist down once more. Propelling it back down into the ground. However, the centipede did not receive any scratches or marks by this, as the shell was even tougher than Michael''s hide. However, it seemed to have been slightly dazed by the attack. Too bad that Michael didn''t allow it any time to recuperate, as he quickly followed up on its trail. Steering down into where it laid and crashed his entire body into the creature. The shockwave generated from his landing caused both the surrounding stone floor to fragment appart, and the pillars supporting the underground to give in. Making the entire place collapse as they continued to battle. ..... Above ground, the once peaceful jungle suffered tremendously due to the maniacal confrontation, as it was currently being harrased by multiple quakes and vibrations generated from the battle. Randomly creating large craters everywhere which swallowing all biomass nearby into their bottomless bellies. All the animals previously living here had all escaped. However, there were still living creatures left behind, that being the small research group choosing to follow in Winter''s footsteps. But they only chose to come so far, for when the quakes began to grow in strength everyone quickly fled for their lives. The girl wanted to follow after them, but got her feet stuck in a patch of debris which had fallen over her foot. She tried calling for help, since they were not too far away from each other. However, all her screams were ignored. Leaving the dumbstruck Winter behind to fend for herself. -----Winter 1st POV----- "What is happening?!" These quakes are far to powerful! Not even a creature at the king layer should manage to produce such power. The instant this round of destruction started was the moment my legs got smashed in between two sawed off logs. I didn''t notice it at first, however, after feeling that I was rendered incapable of following the others was when I realized it. I tried to call for the others, but they...they just ignored me. I know this is my own fault. Pulling other people along with me on these life and death adventures... I am sure they are all tired of me by now, considering that I have brought them nothing to brag about for a while... Mabye staying here is what I was destined to do? I don''t know why, but seeing everyone''s back turn against me has sparked a cloud of sorrow in my heart. The drowing pain of being abandoned, the way it cuts your heart and burns your soul. Although people will always chose their own lives first, I...I still hoped... No. I always knew that there was no one in this world who would walk alongside me. I have been traveling alone on this shattered dream all my life. Was I suddenly expect something else? Did I always belive in my heart that I was fated to meet someone to share my joy with? The earthquake only grows more powerful by the second, and more craters begin to surrounding my body, removing any possibilities of escaping. But this...This I do not care for. Mabye I went to far this time? Bringing unnecessary worry to my friends like this. No, what friends? All I ever receive back home is the constant nagging and blame whenever something happens. That is, until I manage to find something... My heart, it stings even more now... I remember when dad told me to follow my dreams as I grew up... Telling me that we had to make mom proud in heaven. Mom, dad. Why did you never tell me that the life I dreamt of was only a fragile facade? That the things I dreamt about would eventually leave me? I feel the wet soil and splinters beneath my feet sink down. No, I don''t feel like fighting against it this time. I''m sure they will only blame me again after getting back... I look up into the cloudy sky while feeling the wind brush against my clothes. This chilly breeze and the earthy smell, why does it make my eyes water like this? I continue to starre up as my moist eyes release their pent up rivers of warmth. Trickling down my cheeks like drops of rain, further pushing me downwards Finally, I can feel all the support holding me up disappear. Allowing the devils from below to pull my soul into hell for all my wrong actions. The sky continues to grow more distant, and the small rivers become thicker. "*Hicc* Mom...Dad... I want to go home... I want you to tell me one more fairy tail as I go to bed..*Hicc* I want to.." My hair gives in to the fall and begins to defy the pull of gravity. My face contorts, releasing out the pent up agony. My heart defiantly twitches, telling me that it doesn''t want stop yet. The stone fragments and dirt patches slowly begin to cover up the distant blue. Leaving me falling alone into the crackling void. The air hits hard against my back, taking with it my will to continue. I suddenly feel the urge to sleep. Where did it come from? Was it brought forth by the warm feeling flowing from from my head? I can''t really put my finger on it, but it doesn''t matter now... Staying here is better than going back to that place... Both eyes forcefully close themselves, slowly covering my world in a new darkness. However, the rivers flowing from my eyes only grows more restless after I seal them away. Wanting to go past the barrier and explode. Eventually, the drowning sensation fully engulfs me, and the pain dissapears. Leaving me with only a single set of feelings and thoughts. The bitter taste of regret and injustice that this world has cast upon me. "I...I wish I had another chance..." ..... In the collapsing underground, Michael could be currently seen wrestling the giant snake like a matador on a wild bull. Smashing against all the falling rocks and turning them into pieces. The centipede kept coiling around his body and always tried to dig it''s sharp legs into the flesh. However, every time it tighten its hold was when he would retaliate the hardest. Pulling out everything he had stored. "Gold Magic: Gold Clad!!!" Michael''s knowledge of the simple spell had reached such a high level of understanding, that he could now effortlessly turn his entire body into a golden statue. Boosting both his physical strength and durability. With the spell taking effect, his fur changed into that of golden cloth, and his eyes into glowing lanters. After feeling the energy cover his body, he locked both the now radiant claws onto the insect and pulled with all his might. Managing to slowly rip it off himself, but sadly also beginning to tear into his body, as a fair amount of spikes had slithered their way through his defenses. Grotesque sounds akin to tearing appart rubber appart and metallic rings grew more frequent the more freedom he gained. Generated by the two exoskeletons violently grinding against each other. "D....Dammit!! Get off me!!!!" Michael kept trying to pull despite the pain, leaving the after effects to his regeneration. However, the insect would just spin more of its loose body around him. Repeating the cycle all over again. He had tried to use blood magic, but the shell did not allow him any access to the bloodstream. Next, he went for the antennas, but it was just too easy for it to leave part of it''s infinite body tangled around him, while keeping the head a safe distance away from his occupied hands and mouth. Even extending the limbs proved useless, as it would always leave less resistance against the spikes. The centipede felt that it was on the winning end despite the bad start, and began to leisurely talk to Michael. Giving it even more confidence. "Beast, you would not listen. So there is no one else to bl..." However, before it could finish, an unexpected interruption caught its tounge. . [Ability Activated] [Roar of the Quake] . "GET OFF ME YOU MOTHERF***ER!!!!!" Michael''s voice suddenly boomed out. Catching the insect off guard with a crippeling sonic boom. Bringing forth even more desolation onto the battle field and frying its brain at the same time. No, not the brian, but rather the anntenas which now madly twisted themselves in every direction, wishing to block the noise out as the destructive vibrations rattled them into oblivion. Michael saw his attack was effective and kept screaming. Not only turning the ground below them into sand, but also shaking the creatures view of the world. The shockwaves only expanded further outwards the longer he held it down, and with his [Breathless move] ability, although not really helping much, as it was designed for holding onto a small amount of oxygen for movement purposes, still did some work. Michael kept going until every single solid object within fifty meters of himself and the tangled snake had turned into dust and coal. Filling the area with a burnt smell. This was most definitely one of the more powerful abilites, however, he could not use it forever. The reason was because this was as far as he could push it at the moment before his throat crazily throb in pain. Threatening to burst appart like the rubble around them. "*Cough *Cough. T...Take that!" His vocal cord was iching madly, but that did not matter. He only cared for the giant centipede curled up next to his bleeding body. Michael assessed all the puncture wound covering his torso, but quickly brushed off any ideas about resting. His vampire physique boosted the already inhuman healing factor, so why worry about flesh wounds? "Well....let me try and pry this thing open..." However, as placed his supporting paw down next to it, the insect suddenly spun up from the ground. Coiling around his body once more like an electrified wire. "AAH..AAAHHH...Y..OU...FILT...Y BEAST!!! I...WILL...CR....USH...YOU...TO...DEATH!!!" This time it disregarded it''s safety. With both the anntenas damaged to such a degree where it could barely see, removed the only exterior weaknesses Michael previously had access to. The worm''s body kept tightening around his already exhausted body, and eventually sounds of pierced flesh and bones breaken echoed once more. ''Sh***!! I feel like my throat will rupture if I try using that move again. However, this guy''s weak point is already gone, and I can''t break through the shell...'' No matter what Michael did, the shell never receive anything other than insignificant white mark. This thing was much stronger than he had anticipated. ''No...WAIT, I CAN''T BREAK IT!!!'' While trying pulling the beast insect off, Michael''s body abruptly began to transform. His hide turned into a full set of dark blue feathers, and the black masses of muscle on his back managed to free themselves from the centipedes hold, shooting out two completely black eagle wings, each reaching the lenght of his body. "J...US..T...ST...AY....STILL....A...ND....DIE!!!" The insect tried to send some signals to his brain, but he ignored it. Focusing all available energy into the mounds of dark muscle. Mabye because it was in a frenzy, but the centipede ignored the overstretched masses made up of black feather and just kept pulling on Michael''s body. Drilling into his chest with the long mandibles, as if trying to eat him alive. However, this was all he needed. And with such an opening, he swung both his wings straight down with all his might. Shooting the them into the air, and creating a smokescreen of dust in his wake. He quickly advanced up through the half destroyed roof, and with this, and air current brewed itself into existence. Blowing away all the lose rubble that hadn''t been completly vaporized. Altough the insect was unable to properly see the world like before, the sudden temperature change created when ascending up into the clouds, and the lack of ground beneath woke some of its reasoning back up. "W....WHA..T.....IS....T...H...I...S"! Once more Michael ignored it, consentrating about getting as far up as possible before he got crushed to death. The cold air and lack of oxygen became more noticeable as they continued the ascent, and it was only after the insect found itself gasping for air that it calmed down. Making up what was going on. "Y..O..U....IDIOT...YOU..WILL..KILL..US..BOTH!!" Eventually, they reached a height where the sky above them turned into a starry void filled with the unkown. Frost began to grow on their bodies, and the lack of oxygen finally reached its limit for the centipede, as Michael easily survived this with his [Breathless move]. However, he felt the cold pierce into his bones, and was forced to remove his gaze from the black sea, and look back at the completely unmoving wings. This must be as far as the condor he had fused with could go before giving in to the planetary prison. Without anything to hold them up, both beasts then plummeted down. Accelerating more for each passing second. However, Michael did not care for this and closed his eyes while thinking of the blinking darkness he had just witnessed. ''I really want to go there one day...but for now.'' He grabbed hold of the exhausted worm and positioned itself in front of him. Planning to ram it into the earth using every ounce of his remaining power. The frost crackled off thanks to the increasing air pressure, but this also caused the centipede to regain some stamina. "WE...WILL...BOTH....DIE....LIKE...THIS!!!" Michael saw the the green and brown sea below rapidly begin to approach. Constantly feeling the air particles slam against the body in front of him. However, even in such dire straights he did not slow down. Rather, Michael violently laughed as he saw how reality trembled before his speed. "HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!" While falling faster down, he kept aiming for any passing clouds. Using the tyrants innate ability to walk on vapor whenever phasing through one. Slamming his legs into them. Doing this not only disperesed the clouds, but it was neither necessary and needed. For Michael kept using the condors air manipulation to remove any hindrances for them, making the two approach the speed level where organic matter would start dissolve into liquid. His mind was no longer ration, as the sudden growth of his wings must have pulled the already overstretched spirit covering his massive body. Giving him a temporary moment of insanity. "N...O..OOO!!! S..T..OP!!!!" The centipede kept pleading while the air pressure punched itself into the shell and further deafend it''s ability to see. Sadly, this was the last thing it managed to do before they crashed down into the approaching crust. Propelling all the fragments of earth and stone away in a violent explosion. 60 Body of Chaos "Why did you leave Mrs Winter behind?!" The fleeing researchers and knights all stopped up after exiting the zone of destruction. Now standing in an area where the jungle still held some of its previous terrain. However, non were happy to have escaped the certan death, and they all seemed to madly argue with each other. "Mr Wilsen! Why did you not go and save her? Is she not your college?!" Although there were many arguments the most noticeable one would definitely be the one between the female knight and Wilsen. "You and your guards were supposed to keep us safe!! I...I didn''t even hear her..." "NO! YOU WERE THE ONE CLOSEST, SO YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE IT!" "DAMMIT WOMAN!! YOU WERE RESPONSIBLE!!" The two kept going at each others throats like a couple of hungry wolfs. However, their feud was suddenly interrupted by the shaking voice of bander. "E...Ehm...Wh..What is that..?" Mabye it was the terror excluding alongside the heavy breathing, but the two both turned their gazes towards the direction he looked at. Some sort of large blue meteorite tangled in what looked like a black was falling towards the location they previously feld from. A sharp needle of air was covering it, as if the atmosphere was being pushed aside by an unknown force. "Is it a bird?" "No, Mr Wilsen. It looks like a stone... No, wait...HOLY SH** ITS A BIRD!! EVERYONE RUN!!!" Not managing to properly figure out what the object was reignited the dreadful sensation of panic throughout their bodies. And so they franticly scattered again. However, as the group once again fled, the large figure falling form the heavens violently slammed into the ground behind them. Sending a tremor unlike any of the previous ones through the jungle, further leveling parts of its remains. Splintering the trees close enough into shardsx and turning the soil into a muddy tsunami. .... In the messy stone crater created by the two falling beasts laid exactly two things. The first was the centipede. Now having its body ruined into pieces, severd in three parts consisting of the head, stomach and back-end. The exoskeleton had several cracking marks running all over, and out from each part flowed a steady amount of green blood. Staining the crumbled stone and dirt with a rotten stench. However, despite having been literally ruined beyond recognition, the centipede was not dead. As seen by the remaining antenna still attatched to the head piece. Slightly twitching from time to time. But even with such looks, it could be seen as much better off than the competition. Michael had definitely seen better days. Half his body had turned into a red and blue mush made of of feathers and muscle, all the remaining limbs and bones on his torso had part of their skin peeled of, and all the bones were snapped in different directions. However, even with such vile injuries, his body suprisingly seemed to repair itself. Snapping the bones back togheter, and rebuilding the damaged tissue at a visible speed. One minute after landing was enough for Michael''s upper body to repair itself. However, his lower parts seemed to need more time, as those petty things were beyond hammered at this point. Michael was still in his tainted form bird form, and that most definitely was what helped him him receive the impact, alongside the 20% damage negation and his already unreal physique. He had lost consciousness durring the impact, but it had to be know, that primates, or rather, the cave monkey he had fused with had a skull size proportional to their brain. Removin any unnecessary risk of it slamming too much into the wall. But not too long after landing, he woke up agin. etting out a mildly chuckle from his beak shaped mouth. "Hehe... My body seems to have an amazing resistance towards regular damage done by blunt and sharp objects." His hollow eyes wandered over to the seperated corpse after finishing. Once more finding himself concersing with the air as he saw the remaining antenna twitch. "Meanwhile, that insect was rather proficient in warding of all my magic attacks...was it perhaps geared more in that direction?" Slowly but surely, his legs also return, allowing him to stand up from the small crater he found himself in. "Looks like you reached your end. But worry not, for your sacrifice will help me greatly." Immediately after healing, he went over to the broken worm. Biting of chunks of meat from it while using his [Devil''s Enzyme] enhancement and [Extendable Body] to finish it as quickly as possible. Placing the remaining insect shell into his storage ring. It supeisingly still survived all this damage. However, one must remember that it fused togheter with his bone whenever he transformed. After grotesquely chomping down the flesh of the beast and storing its remains, he finally received what he had waited for. Only... . [Unkown Bloodline absorbed!] [Unkown Genetic Code absorbed!] . [Inheritance Incomplete] [Incomplete Inheritance requires time(unspecified) for absorbtion.] . Michael looked at the notification and felt that he wanted to puke blood. "WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!!" "Well, whatever.. I think I can level up, and lets get that orb..." Not wishing to dwell more than necessary on this, he stretched out his bestial senses. Locating the lost treassure hidden inside this vast land of ruin. ''There!'' He pointed both his eyes in the distance and elegently jumped away. Landing not too far from where their battle had begun. The underground lake was still there, while next to it, inside a pile of crushed stone laid a shiny white orb. Drawing him towards it as if he was some sort of moth. "I can''t really understand what energy it gives off, I feel this crazy desire to eat it..." With one swift move, Michael picked it up with his scissor shaped fingers and threw it in his mouth. Swallowing the pearl of chaos like some fancy delicacy. A cool energy invaded his body after some time. However, other than this, he didn''t find anything amiss. "Hmmm...Mabye chaos had another meani.." But just then, a large amount of steam erupted out from within his sharp fangs. Interrupting him with a ragung pillar of vapor which rouse ten meters into the air. "AAAHHH!!!" The cool energy flowing inside him turned into a searing hot one. Deep frying every cell inside his body, and turning his skin and fur into a glowing pink one. . [Unkown Inheritance is mutating] [Host has been inflicted with [chaos force] [Host will lose consciousness while body stabilizes] . "What do you mean I..." The world shown by his ryes started to spin around. Drifting his mind into a world of red and pink. "D..Dammit.." And with a heavy thud, the brute fell down to the bloody battle ground. .... After a while... "W..WHERE AM I?!!" Not too long after passing out, Michael woke up. Still in the same location. "Uff, my head.." He slowly placed his empty hand onto his head and caressed it backwards. Trying to push the newly emerged headache out of his brain. However as he lifted his hand up, Michael noticed something. "Wait...is it smaller?" No, that was not the only thing which had changed. It seemed he had reverted back into his beastlord form. "When did this happen? No! That is not what I should ask!" "WHY IS MY FUR RED?!" Michael eyed down his body with a strong element of suprise coursing through his body. Both his hide and fingernails were still black, but now had a darker red tint to them. It looked like a very thin aura had started flowing over the outer layer. "System! You better expl.." . [Host''s Incomplete Inheritance mutated with foreign object known as [Pearl of Chaos] And several augmentations have been made to host''s cellular and energy structure.] . [Bone marrow has been purified by primal force.] [Soul has been baptized by the law of chaos.] [Blood and cells have been greatly enhanced by primal force.] . [Pearl of Chaos has fused with Nucleus due to interference by [Genetic Combo]. . What was this? Although he had a strong urge to devour the pearl, this outcome was not really what he expected. "Show me." [Displaying augmentations] --------- . [Power Layer] [Layer(new): High King] [Chaos Nucleus(new): rank 4] . [Physique] (-) [Advanced Physique(new): Physical strength increase, Attack Speed Increase.] (gained from kabyr tyrant) . [Bones of Havoc(new): All attacks will be boosted by the forces of chaos.] . [Body of Chaos(new): 20% of all external damage will be redirected into chaotic space.] . [Status] [Soul of Distortion: User''s Soul will draw upon chaotic events naturally.] . ---------- He looked over the new enhancements with a gleeful yet weary expression. Tightening his smile after finishing the last part. "Oh, wow. Everything looks good. However, that soul of Distortion thing gives me a bad vibe. Except this, are there any other changes?" [Host has been influenced by the power of chaos] "Yeah, I get it. However I don''t understand what you are implying specifically." [Displaying augmentations] ---------- [Essence: blood:40% Chaos:0%] ---------- "....." "....Where are the other elements?" [Other elements are being processed by Unkown [Primordial force] most likely [Chaos] "You would''t mind telling me exactly what that means? And while you are at it, please tell me if I will get them back?" [??????] "Whatever.." Michael let the information synchronize with his current state of main as he calmed himself. Carefully watching the more red fur while trying to remember something. "Oh, yeah. My level." . [Level: 20/20] max! [Evolution available] . "Sweet! Let''s check it out''" However, as he was about to view his evolutions for this bloodline and the others, an unkown sense of danger birthed itself inside his body. "Who is there!" He sendt out his newly enhanced bestial senses into the area. Covering all surrounding organic and inorganic objects. As the flow travelled away, he suddenly opened his now red slit eyes slightly. Puzzled by the find. "There''s a human burried under the rubble?" Michael''s beastly eyes vinced strongly as he further sharpened all power toeards the direction. Getting a more detailed view of it and an unexpected surprise. "And the person is still breathing?" 61 Meeting "A woman?" Michael was currently standing over the unconscious body of Winter. Her figure and facial features were quite stunning, and the grey under armour with lab coat tied around her waist perfectly matched her white hair and black eyebrows. However, right now, several bloody patches rested benath her clothing, while her left foot seemed to have been smashed into splinters. No longer in any shape or form to support weight. Removing any thoughts about admiring her beauty. "Hmmm... I''m in a good mood thanks to the rewards I reaped here, and I need someone to point me in the right direction. So I will try an help you out for now, Mrs." Michael leaned more over her body and placed his bestial hand on her belly. Wincing his eyes as he tried mesuring her biometrics with his bestial senses. ''Her energy level is depleting itself slowly. Must have something to do with the injuries.'' ''If I remember correctly, when Jenkins healed me, he injected a strand of energy into my body. Or thats what it felt like... Let''s go with that then!'' While still resting his palm on her belly, Michael imagined part of his energy flowing down into his hand, and then pour into the white haired woman like a glass under a running tap. ''If this doesn''t work I''ll find someone else to help me.'' Slowly, he could feel a mild flow of warmth travel inside the unconscious girl. As the energy entered her body, the injuries seemed to weaken and her face regained some color. However, the stump was still the same, not changing much other than stopping to bleed. ''It worked better than I imagined! However, a healing spell would be nice to have...'' Michael removed his hand now that her condition stabilized, waiting to see if his efforts were for naught or not. "Mmmh.." "She seems to be waking up." The girl twitched her eyelids a couple of times as she breathed in some more air through her nostrils. And eventually, she opened them. "W..Where am I..?" Winter''s vision gradually cleared up. Allowing her to see the light of day once more, looking around while feeling her eyes ajust to the environment. However, the first thing she was able to register was the blurry black image resting not too far away from her face. "What''s up." A toned male voice entered her ear. And as it did, her eyes fully cleared. Gradually showing all the features displayed on the humanoid wolfman. "Who are yo...AH!!! AHHH!!!! GET AWAY FROM ME MONSTER!!!!" Greeted the razor sharp teeth, yellow red eyes and the black and red fur only resting a breath away from her head was like a bucket of cold water to the face. Waking her up completely. But her fit of panic seemed to have startled Michael a little, so he tried to play it off by screaming with her. "AHHHH!!! IS THAT HOW YOU THANK YOUR BENEFACTOR?!" "AHHH...huh? W..What did you say..? No, did you talk?!" Hearing the beastman speak fluently removed an inch of her fear. Birthing a more netrual, yet fearful atmosphere between the two. "Looks like you can do more than just scream. Name''s Michael." "A...A Beast..Beastmaster? No! A BEASTLORD!?! How is a creature of your rarity in the human cont..." Winter only starred at him. with an awestruck look. Wanting to find out how this rare type of beast found its way here, but... "I SAID MY NAME IS MICHAEL." Michael''s voice boomed out into her mind. Filled with an unlimited amount of might and strength. Forcing her to answer. "Oh...right! Uh...Uhm, my friends call me Winter. However, you can just adress me as snow wh..." "Nice to meet you Winter!" Not giving any care for anything that she said, he only answered with a glee. Winter seemed to feel a little offended and saddend by his wording. However, deep withing her blue eyes, a faint trace of misery could be seen. "O..Only my friends call me that. " "Yeah, I don''t give a shit. You know which direction will get me to [Nunel]? I have stuff to do." Michael''s non caring tone of speech and I intimidating appearance snapped her out of the short depressed state. Forcing Winter to answer. "E..Ehm...I...I...h..have a map over most of the pieces of land territories and provinces b..back home..." "Great, let''s go!" Michael sendt out a strand of his beastial senses into the area, wanting to find the rest of the humans in the area. Winter could''t be the only one, right? "Oh? I can sense some more people coming here. I bet they are with you. Let''s go meet up with them!" "W...Wait! I can''t waAAALK!!" Michael scooped up the girl in his arms, letting her legs rest on one side while the rest leaned against his shoulder. Not caring for anything she said. Winter was baffled by how this thing would just so casually pick her up. However, even with small jolts of pain coming from her foot together with the unkown feeling of discomfort, she could only plea and pout to him. "P...Please wait!Can''t I at least treat my leg properl..." She wiggled around in Michael''s embrace. But he ignored everything as usual and just got on with his business. Pushing one of his animalistic feet into the ruined and bloody stone, and flung himself and Winter away. "Strider''s step''" The sudden burst of speed greatly startled her. and as a result, Michael was left with a rather noisy passanger. Sometimes even getting strands of her hair in his eyes. "AAAAAAHHH!!!!! NO WAIT!! SLOW DOWN!!! ..... Currently, the female knight and Wilsen joined hands in searching for Winter. Traversing part of the broken land in hopes of finding the girl and clearing their conscious. "aaaaaahhh! No, wait!! Slow down!!!" A faint scream of terror entered both their ears. However, the first one to identify it was of course, the one feeling most guilt. The female knight. "Mr Wilsen! Was that Winter screaming?!" She haggardy panted underneath her iron helmet. Letting whisps of warm air blow out from the cinks and cracks. Wilsen starred in the direction where the voice came from along with her, feeling relieved as this was not a voice he would forget easily. "Yes, that was indeed her voice. Let us take a closer look." But as they planned on running towards the direction, a descending black shadow caught the female knights attention. Making her abruptly pull Wilsen backwards by his white lab coat. "Watch out!" The falling blur then hit the ground not too far away form them. The landing was quite elegant, however, a weak smokescreen was sparked up under the impact. The energy from the fall seemed to have dispersed into the surrounding soil, leaving the one in the middle unharmed. While Wilsen and the knight covered their eyes from the sand and dust, a masculine, yet unrecognizable voice entered their ears. Putting them both on guard. "You know these people, Winter?" The smokescreen quickly cleared up, and the two were finally able to see who this person was. The first one to react, however, was Wilsen. The pearly blue eyes almost bulged out of his small head, shooting straight into the glasses he wore. Even the hair on his head rouse up a little in suprise as he saw his long time love interest lay in the arms of the humanoid wolf. "Winter?! You are still alive!!" His voice contained both relief and dissatisfaction. Happy that she was still alive, yet not very fond of the other guy. Winter saw the two people who had abandoned her, and the now familiar heart wrenching feeling covered her hard. "Y..Yes..! It''s...it''s good to see you too..." Winter looked at them both for a second. Unsure as to how to greet them. But while she contemplated inside her head, the female knight was quick to work. Seeing her injured leg, and the unfamiliar beastmaster sparked her impulsive fighting spirit. And so she unsheated the jagged longsword hanging from her waist "Unhand Mrs Winter this instant, Beast! Or face my wrath!" Her voice boomed out with a vengeful aura originating from one of the seven [Vices]. Sending waves of power into her blade, making it drip with wrath. Wilsen saw her course of action and felt reassured of their success. The first thing he felt after seeing this man was actually very strange, as if they were arch enemies. No, rather, it was the chaotic aura swaying into his body, making him naturally feel loath for the beast. Was it the same for the knight as well maybe? However, as he was waiting for a good show, Winter''s familiar voice covered them. Pleading that the female knight sheat her blade and cease her unintelligent course of action. Having a hunch that she was no match for Michael. "No! Mrs Knight, Please put your weapon down!" Sadly, her provocation was clearly felt by Michael. And with a mocking smile on his face, he looked down at the iron clad woman. "You dare raise your hand against me? An insignificant tomboy?" Michael''s yellow slit pupils shone brighter within the dark void filling his eye sockets. Threatening to burst out and claim her life. Now, with the intent to devour reaching a dangoures level once again, he slowly raised the hand that supported Winters upper body, forcing her to grip around his neck as not to fall. But he took not notice of her actions, only casually aiming the empty palm at this tincan. The knight was too blinded by her anger. And as a result, she even provoked the beast more despite the obvious danger. "Hmpf! A mere beastmaster dares talk to me in such a wa.." But before she could finish, a heavy force hammered itself through her head. Michael had focused the newfound abstruse energy of chaos into his hand, and imagined it bursting at her. Wishing to send her flying. BOOM The energy of chaos shot out. Clad in a black color, yet containing some small tints of pink and red inside. It manifested in the shape of his hand, and flew straight. Smashing into the frontal side of her helmet, and burning it''s way through the end. Leaving a searing hot palm shaped tunnel in the middle of her now battered skull and melted headgear. "M..MRS KNIGHT!!!" Winter screamed in panic as she as the woman heavily drop to the ground. Letting the armour rustle togheter for the last time. ''Holy Shit! This chaos power is on another level!! I wonder, what more can I do with it..'' Michael kept thinking about the uses for such an unstable and destructive power. Wondering how his spells would be influenced by it. However, Winter''s scream woke him up from his daydreaming, and instinctively, he apologized to the dead woman. "Sorry lady, my bad." "Y...YOU KILLED HER!!" Winter began to tear up. She had never seen another human getting so brutality mursered before, and this must stimulated her adrenaline. But he just looked back at the white haired girl now trembling and crying in his arms. Not knowing how to calm her down, neither caring much for it either. "Yeah, my hand slipped." Wilsen saw the steaming body of his bodyguard lifelessly lay before him, and he gazed back at the wolfman with fear for his life. Making him stutter violently. "W..Winter... Why are you with that monster..!?" While trying to hold back the tears of gratitude and sorroe with all her might, she answered him in a depressed tone. "This...This is my....savior." Michael looked over at Wilsen and smiled brightly at him. Not considering the acts he previously committed. "Hello." "You must be the one responsible for this! H..How dare you just destroy the jungle?! Do you know what happens when a territory loses its king?!" "The amount shits I give are as many in number as the hairs on your chest. Lady, where are we going?" "T...That way.. Michael. Our camp is set up there...." Winter''s tears had etched down two thin lines flowing down her face. Only wishing to get this over with. "Great! I''ll leave as soon as you have paid me, Winter Darling." Michael looked down at her still with a joyful smile on his face. Happy that she got straight to the point. "Please...don''t call me darling..." Although anguish and guilt from the knight''s death was melting her heart, she still snapped at him with spite. But Michael took no offense. Only focusing his attention towards the direction she had given. "Sorry darling. Strider''s step!" Wilsen wanted to say something more, but the image of the two suddenly threw itself into the away. Leaving him behind with the excess dust generated from the jump. He starred into the horizon with a dumbstruck look. Feeling the fear he previously had gradually turn into rage. His blue eyes almost turned red from it, while his blue wavy hair had already been ruined beyond recognition, making the man look like a crazed scientist. Wilsen dug his delicate hand into one of his pockets, pulling out something resembling a yarn. "Hello, this is the main guard squad, over." The voice of a masculine female came through it, however, Wilsen just began to madly shout at her. Igniting the spark of extinction them all. "THERE IS A BEASTMASTER HEADED IN YOUR DIRECTION!! HE IS HOLDING WINTER AS A HOSTAGE! TAKE HIM OUT WITH ANY MEANS NECESSARY!!" "..." He impatiently waited for the people on the other end to respond. However, the answer he wished for eventually came. "Roger that, professor Wilsen Klerant. All available personnel will engage target." 62 Manners "We are here..." Michael and Winter were elegantly falling from down from the sky. descending into a small flatland they were both rather familiar with. For it was here the old cave monkey hideout laid. Michael landed in the previous camp and looked around the earthy environment covered by stones and trees. Was this where Winter and her people had stayd? "Why isn''t there anyone here, Winter?" Michael tried asking her, as even with his bestial senses he was unable to find anyone nearby. She also eyed down the area, not sure where everyone had gone to. "Uhm. I remember we all went into the cave nearby and placed down all our supplies." Winter felt a bad premonition roll over herhead as she eyed down the stone tunnel carved in a nearby boulder. Michael looked around the barren land and felt a small tingling sensation travel down his neck. ''Feels like I just walked into a dining hall.'' He didn''t bother much about the rest, only looking down at the girl resting in his arms with a smile. "Fine. I just want that map, Winter darling." She made a sour face after hearing him. Spitefully snapping back at the man with an aggressive tone. "Please...don''t call me darl.." However, before she could finish, several knights suddenly materialized out of thin air. All clad in some neat iron armour covered by different insignias, and holding their own jagged longswords. Each one different in length and size. "FREEZE!" The male knight closest to them barked at the two. Engulfing their bodies in an energy peaking at the higher general layer. Winter was the first one to react to this man''s provocation. Feeling that she had met him before. "C...Commander?!" The knight captain eyed down the crippled girl inside the beast''s arms. Looking down at the blood patches and tear stains falling from her head and body only further fueld his anger. Making him impulsively snap at Michael with his covered eyes. "Looks like Mr Wilsen was right..." He sighted. Letting his rough and icy voice cover the surrounding soil with a layer of frost. He looked back up at the two with a newfound determination. Not willing to let this freak torture the innocent girl any longer. "Worry not, Professor Winter! We will save you!" His voice boomed out with a cold aura, causing the surrounding temperature to drop even further. "Unhand her, beast!" "Let miss winter go!" "I will deliver the final strike!" Several other soldiers all shouted at Michael after seeing their commander so boldy go on the offensive. Now having complete faith in their triumph. Sadly, as they all hyped themselvs up, Winter only grew more desperate and unwilling. Wildy fighting herself out of Michael''s embrace and heavily dropping to the ground whilst crying. "NO!! PLEASE PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!! I BEG OF YOU.." But even with the agony squeezing her heart, she was not even allowed a single moment of attention. "Is...Is this for me?!" Michael looked at the knight squadron with an almost ecstatic smile. Feeling like he had just arrived home right at the moment christmas had begun. However, none of them cared for his grin. Only trying to further agitate him with a nasty round of insults and a pair of reassuring lines for Winter. "Calm down Mrs Winter! We will gut this dog and free you!" Michael''s smile seemed to grow more stable as he looked at them. Confidently taking a step forward while walking straight past the crying and wriggling girl beneath his feet. ''Mabye santa sendt me this gift from earth?'' The knight commander once more shouted at Michael while he proceeded towards them. Forever sure of his victory even with the arrogant demeanor of this thing. "Any last words before we send you of, you filthy stray?" However, as the knight was prepared for a violent cry for battle, he was left rather speechless by the casual answer the beastlord gave him. Not finding any sense in this, as he had never encountered an animal with such a easy going personality. "Yeah, actually, I was wondering about something." "Your final rites will be given." The knight commander starred him down from behind his armour. Hidding his wrath underneath the jagged metal helmet. "Are you married?" Michael''s answer seemed to have greatly shocked him. Not completely sure how this guy would just waste his last words on such a dumb question. "What? What are you....Forget it. Yes, I am. How about it?" Hearing his answer only made Michael''s smile deepen. Further spiking up the knight''s uncertainty. "Well, your wife just got cucked." The commander only seemed more dumbstruck by each word this wolf humanoid muttered. Now really wondering if the world had turned around on its head. "Excuse me?" "Because you are all about to f***ed by this great beastlord!" Michael''s eyes began to glitter with a chaotic stream of red and yellow. Almost as if his intent to attack would manifest itself before their eyes. The commander looked at his dark red fur which began to spike up with a lighter glint. Unsure of how this weird aura was created, and where it belonged to. "Hmpf! You talk big for someone on the lower ladder of the food chain, Beastmaster!" "Elemental Art!" The knight raised the his silver balde overhead. Focusing a pure flow of energy into the sharp pole. Michael looked at the leader and the other soldiers follow suit. Feeling the previous chill attack his body grow even stronger. ''Elemental arts? Yes, these are battle arts and martial arts infused with an element! Hope they have more than just maps back at their place.'' He eyed down the commander with a crazed expression while releasing his own energy. Planning on grinding these fools into mincemeat with a swift strike. "How amusing. Very well, I shall play with you..!" However, to his provocation, the knight only gave of a weak chuckle. Even more confident now that the beast would stick with its primitive ways against him. "Ignorant even in death!" The knight leader''s sword began to cover itself in a layer of frost and hail. Turning the entire blade into a freezing azure color. "Art of Frost: Icicle''s Hail!" Michael saw his feat and inwardly sighed. Wishing to also be able to fully wield such a beautiful technique one day. "Anyhow.." The beastlord sendt his arms wide out with a powerful push. Allowing the energy of chaos to cover every fiber of his being. Oozing out of his fur like a crazed geyser shooting out red and purple steam. "You are still sheep, even with a pair of fancy armour....!" ..... "I bet that filthy beast is begging and covering In defeat!" Right now, Wilsen could be found running in the direction Winter and Michael had jumped towards. Not wishin to miss the sight of the human sized rat getting butchered. ''This better be good..'' He quickly traversed through the untouched jungle land. Soon feeling some of his surroundings become more and more familiar. "There...Let''s see here.." Finally, he had arrived near the camp they had set up. Impatiently looking around the empty area which was as silent as the path here. "Wait, what is that?" However, as he was unable to find anything close by, Wilsen picked up some small movements not too far away. ''Hmpf! Those guys took care of the monster too quick.'' What else could be here, right? A single beastmaster fighting an elite squadron of highly trained officers? No way they would lose. ''I''m sure Winter will thank me too!'' Unable to feel anything wrongx he just continued forward. Strolling towards the nearby cave entrance with an unbreakable confidence. Letting the weak jungle breeze flutter against his white lab coat l like a flag. ''The other''s should have evacuated as soon as I sendt the message. Now, let''s see if those guys saved something for me...'' But as he closed further in, a familiar voice entered his ears. Making the man halt mid step. "The eyes taste a little weird. Or is that how it''s stuff is supposed to work, Winter?" Only a couple of meters before him was Michael. Casually sitting on the ground while having several different organs attatched to his long nails, and multiple mutilated human bodies spread around him. Silently ripping of new pieces each time he pulled swallowed down a round. "AAAAHHHH!!!! AAAAHHH!!!" And of course, not too far away from him laid the ceying Winter. Banging her head against the ground while helplessly being beaten from the inside by the feeling of guilt. She had started to beg and cry ever since the knights engaged Michael. However, neither side would listen as she saw him shout out chaotic streams of energy into their bodies. Causing all the blood wessels and skin covering them to turn into mush. "I...I don''t wanna live any longer!!! I...I have brought the death of so many innocent.." She kept banging her head against the stiffened earth. Not wishing to see any other peeson die because of her. Michael just gave her a weak glance from time to time. He was not sure of how to calm this girl down and only tried improvising some funny yet logical minds in his head. "Dammit woman, why all this sobbing? What me and the boys did was consensual! Did you not see how that guy ran at me with his pole?" ''OH F****....'' Wilsen felt his eyes almost fly at from his head this time. Now fully aware of the disaster he had provoked. "I..I need to report this to headquarters or else..." He took a step back with one of his trembling legs. Wanting to run away and never come back to this accursed place ever again. But as he stepped back, a towering set of invisible chains bound him in place. No, that was not only it. The sudden flows of air traveling down his neck shut down his body. Not daring to move one step, lest he feared it would cost him his life. And as the breathing ceased, the voice of the devil once more forced it''s way into his head. Making him further regret every action he ever made. "Hey, you are still here! Walson, right? You wouldn''t know where the headquarters you just spoke of lies? Winter seems to be a little out of it nowadays." He did not turn around to face the monster. Only feeling the death yellow rays of death shoot into every cell was enough the discipline him into obedience. "Please... Please spare my life, esteemed lord! I...I will bring you there, so..." His voice displayed non of the previous arrogance he had built up on the way here. Leaving only a shaken and defeated tone behind in it''s wake. Michael smiled even more crazily form behind him. Strengthening the mad rays of sunshine flowing from his eyes. "Now, that is what I like! Did you hear that Winter darling? What a lad! What a lad indeed!" He placed his large demi-human hand on top of the scientist''s head. Inching slightly closer to his head as he whispered into his ear. "Let''s get down to business then, professor. Or would you rather want to send those boys of yours my regards down in hell?" 64 Raid Right now in the [Doors of life] facility, several leages of armed guards with runic crossbows stood rooted in the end of a long hall. Eying down the other end as if waiting for something. "Remeber men. Do not falter!" The leading soldier shouted out in order to encourage his friends. However, after his voice echoed into their ears, a massive shockwave smashed appart the large metal door they aimed at. Turning the material into shrapnel, and rippling the ground with an immeasurable amount of cracks. They all ignored the residual shards from the door and all aimed their weapons. Waiting for their leader to give the order "Freeze! Or we will open fire!" And as expected, he gave a warning before rashly acting. Too bad that this was a completely wasted act. The shadowy individual on the other end didn''t give them another chance and shot out something resembling a water bullet. Hitting the leader right in the head and turning all nearby tissue into steaming sauce. The rest of the soldiers lost their faces and all just wildly shot. Firing of blue beams of icy energy at the empty space. "AAAHH SHOOT IT DOWN!!! CALL REINFORCEME....*BOOM*" One of the men wanted to yell out, but something resembling a claw suddenly smashed his skull into bloody sand. The rest all turned around to meet the smiling beastman clinging onto their brother''s remains. Flexing the row of sharp white teeth in a mad cresent moon while it silently whispered something to each one. "4." Michael then disappeared from his spot like a ghost. Blending into the air. "NO!! I HAVE CHILDR..." "MY SISTER IS SI.." "WHY ARE YOU DOING TH..." "PLEASE SPARE.." When he moved, only a black and red streak could be seen. And when he struck, only the sizzling noise created by the charred flesh would be left behind. Managing to silence all of them in a matter of seconds. "What a bore.." Michael now stood alone in the bloody hallway while dwelling on something. Trying to remember a certan someone. "Oh, I almost forgot.." He opened his yellow eyes fully up and looked at the door he punched down. Brightly smiling at it as he screamed out with joy. "Are you coming, Winter Darl.." "STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!" Out of the hole came the halting girl Winter. Her previous damaged foot had been healed thanks to some bio-prosthetic michael found on one of the guards on their way here. Making her new leg look like a black shoe made up from vertebrates. Lined out by a bunch of red streaks. Her mood had also seemed to change after witnessing him slaughter all the people they came across. However, the real thing that may have flipped her off was when they passed by some of her old colleges who all wildly attacked her. Saying that she should stay here and die while they fled. Michael wanted to ignore them, but the girl''s face suddenly darkened and she asked him to kill them. Which he surely did. They had also gotten on better terms now too thanks to this incident. "Shesh. No need to be like that. Anywas, tell me about this place. We are kind of acquaintances now and all." They had walked through this labyrinth for a couple of minutes. However, most of it was just him listening to Winter''s instructions. "Whatever..." Winter just casually walked over to Michael''s side. Stepping over the corpses of the soldiers, and starring at the large door they stood guard before. It was covered by a large translucent bubble. Making sure as to not let in any unidentified personnel. "Most of the experiments we do here are based around biology... The place we are heading to now is one of the laboratories where my dorm lies." "Great! Do you want me to carry you?" "No, we are almost there..." She arrived at the end of the long iron hall where the covered door laid and swiftly put one of her hands over it. And as she did, the dome quickly faded away. Recognizing her DNA. The door also quickly opened up. However, before they entered, Winter wanted to behave himself while they were inside. As most of the equipment was quite expensive. "Please don''t touch anythi..." But as she turned around, she was greeted by the grotesque sight of the man hogging doen the scorched remains of the soldiers. Not even chewing properly before swallowing them down. He also turned to look at her. Trying to talk with his mouth full. "Mwdhid Mwhou mwheed mwhanything?" Winter felt like throwing up and just focused back on the door. Covering her mouth while answering him. "No...Forget it.." Finally, they could continue forwards into the vast futuristic laboratory. Dekked over with several sets of long desks covered in papers and filled vials. The floor was painted black, while the walls and roof was mostly green. However, the rows of bookshelfs and desks would take your attention away for the mos part. Winter just walked past all of it as she was looking for something specific, while Michael glanced down at all the vials and glasses containing all sorts of unkown liquids. "Winter, what are those?" "Bloodline extracts and mutation formulas. My department only ever worked with those kinds of things." The girl only paid him some sloght amounts of attention before shuffling over to a nearby broken box filled with junk. Proceeding to stick her hand in it. Michael ignored what she did. Only wishing to know if there was more of this stuff available. "Oh? Are there more of them here?" "No, most of the other researchers would only make some on paper. Only I am able to brew them." "You?" "Well, I specialize in quantum biology, potioneering and alchemy. So yes. But you wouldn''t get most of it.. No one ever does.." "Quantum biology?! Like physics and cells?! You know that?!" "W...Well yes." "You are much more impressive than I thought! As expected of my acquaintance!" Winter looked at the smiling Michael with a dumbstruck look. Feeling almost as awe stricken as himself. "It...It isn''t that big of a dea...Wait! We are not acquaintances!!" Her pale expression cleared up after he finished talking. Once more going to focus on looking through the box. But the moment she looked away, Michael proceeding to suck all of the glass tubes laying spread over the large table into his mouth. Swallowing down all the glass bits an though metal parts like they were dough. These frail materials could do no damage to his body. Hell, mabye even his blood vessels had the same strength as a metal wire now. "Like cotton candy glaced with vinegar." . [Compatible mediums for Unkown inheritance has fused and absorbed togheter.] [Unknown inheritance has mutated] . "Hmm. It feels like something within my circulatory system was added? System, show me the new stuff I gained." . [Incomplete Abilites unlocked!] [Requirements not met. Cannot utilize] . "Requirements not met? Well, sure. But I guess finding more of those potions would be good." However, as he finished his little meal, Winter had finally found what she looked. Pulling out a rolled up map from the box. "Winter. Where can I find more of this bloodline stuff?" The girl turned around in his direction. Planning to pass him the map and move on. But her words were cut short by the sudden disappearance of the hundres of vials, previously covering the white bench running through the room. "What do you mea..? DID YOU CHEW THEM ALL DOWN?!" All of those potions were highly corrosive if not injected or used properly, and you would most likely turn into a real fruit if you ever just ingested all of them at the same time. "I didn''t chew them down." Michael blandly answered her. Standing there without much care. "Then what happened?!" "I swallowed them." Winter wanted to dig out her eyes, but resisted the temptation. "You...just go straight down the hall....the further you get the more expensive stuff you''ll find.." "You sure it''s alright telling me this? I might kill more of your friends." "I don''t have any....And definetly not any longer now...." She stepped away from the box and walked over to him. Handing over the rolled up sheet of paper and saying her goodbyes. "Here''s your map. You said you were going to Nunel, right? Well, if you ever travel to Delil then give me a hand in some experiments. I don''t think staying here would be viable any longer.." Mabye because the connection they made when Michael pured his chaos energy into her body, or just by the fact that she didn''t give any more shits. Winter gladly asked for his help. "And you want to see me because we have become such good friends?" "No! Getting ingredients for alchemy in general is very physical demanding. I''ll pay you for your service, so think of it like hiring some muscle." Michael gave her a faint nod and let the girl finish. Giving her a weak nod as a token of gratitude. "Sure, Winter. I''ll come and say hi one day." But as she started walking off, he once more shouted at her. "Oh, and one more thing, M''lady!" Winter turned ariund to his call. Looking a little dissatisfied. "Spit it out." Her usually pleasent face wasn''t so charming any more. And as to not bother her, he got straight to the point. Quickly throwing her one of his silver rings. Containing something only he knew. Winter caught the small silver ornament in her small hand. Looking at it with some shock. "A storage ring?" "There''s two fancy potions inside, some documents on how they are made and what they do. I hope you could help me improve it somehow, as this isn''t really my speciality!" "Fine. However, if you start a mess after entering Delil then don''t come see me..." She did not bother staying here any longer. Only putting on a long brown coat to cover up her bloody clothes and a fancy ring before wandering off. Not giving Michael another look. ''I felt some pressure coming from that ring. Must be some type of artifact.'' Likewise, he didn''t bother her anymore. Looking towards the direction she had given him. "Let''s clean this place out and move on!" ..... [new bloodlines gained] (Light swan: 1%) (Lava Bull: 1%) (Shrapnel Badger: 1%) (Triad Python: 1%) (Star deer: 1%) (Stag champion: 1%) (Temple Gorilla: 1%) . [New genetic codes added] (Bedrock rat added) . "This looks promising!" Michael had left Winter and continued further inside. Smashing down any people or doors who dare stand in his way. Smearing their temains over the tacy black floor. Every new area he enter would deliver him less than the previous one. Even with the futuristic design and the evil scientist kind of vibe the rooms gave off, he only found some minor bloodline samples alongside some labrats. Which he also just swallowed down. Michael felt a little disappointed that there wasn''t more dna samples spread around, but there had to be a place here where all was stored. And of course, he had to oay a visit to their armoury. "Lets see, this should be the last door." His yellow and red eyes shimmered before the iron plate blocking his way. And with only a wave of his hand, it was slashed into three separate pieces. Tumbling to the ground. ''Let''s see what''s here..'' As the plates covering his sight disappeared, Michael got a view of the inside. The room was completely black, only having a strong dark light coming from the end of it. Pulling him towards it like a moth. ''Is that it..?'''' "Strider''s step." Michael flung himself away through the dim hall with one sweep. Shooting away towards the light. and stopping not to far away where three things greeted him. First was the man and the woman standing there. The guy had a fancy dark green military uniform on, several scars on his face, and a cool saber on his side. Meanwhile, the girl looked very similar to the other researchers he had just slaughtered. However, her looks were less haggard than theirs, as her black hair, hazel eyes and black lips sparked up an elegant torrent in his head. And last bur not least, the third object. Behind these two stood a massive glass container storing a large half decomposed corpse of something looking like a dinosaur. Actually, the light from the room seemed to be generated by the body. Releasing some sort of photon particles out of its scaly and bony black limbs. ''Looks like a raptor....or mabye a wyvern?'' But he only looked at it for a second. Not completely sure which of the people he should kill first. "So, would one of you two lovely people be kind enough to tell me what that large pile of bone is?" Michael tried breaking the ice with a good line. However, as he waited for the two to respond, the male just took a step forwards. "Xalder." Michael grubbingly flapped his sharp ears a little while starring confusingly at the guy. Not too sure what he wanted. "Is that some kind of toilet paper?" Although he figured that it was the man''s name, he would much rather tick him off than have a duel. "AHAHHAHA!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT CAPTAIN?!! HAHAHA HE SAYS THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS WHIPE OUR ASS!!!" And surely, not only did he furrow his brows, but the girl behind him also began to frantically laugh like a pig. "Lady Cheryl. Please, it''s not that funn.." "HAHAHAHAAH!!!!!" Michael only scratchd his ears to their little dispute. Quickly interrupting them when the girl calmed down. "But yeah, I really want to find out what that thing behind you does! So, could you please step away?" "No." The military captain seemed to regain his cool as he aimed himself back at the beastman. Slamming his black boots into the floor. Now, with a smile on his face, Michael summoned forth the fragmented bloodlines he had absorbed. Trying to see if something new would manifest. However, as Michael called upon his powers, Cheryl''s thought process ran at full speed. Feeling as if she just fiund something rather unexpected ''Something within his body...It gives off the same feeling as THAT.'' Menawhile, Xalder narrowed his eyes and pulled out the saber on his waist. Drawing it in a beautiful arc which left glitters of silver behind. "Three strokes, beast. That is all I need." Michael brightly smiled at him and stretched out his morphing hand. Watching as some white scales began to manifest on it. "One dent in your skull, boy. That is all I need." 65 The Queen and The Knigh "One dent im your skull, boy. That is all i need." However, even with his though speech, the white scales running over his hand suddenly seemed to recede back. Leaving him with the demihuman claw and black nails. ''Too thin maybe?'' Michael quickly came to a conclusion after witnessing his power fail. But this lacking moment was fully taken advantage of by the captain. Xalder grunted at him. Pulling his dominant leg forward while giving a order tp Cheryl. "Please refrain from interfering, Cheryl. I would like to avenge my men." And to his words, the black lipped girl took a step back and crossed her arms. Smiling while non chantingly looking up at the black tank. Noticing her movement put Xalder at ease, and now knowing she wouldn''t interfere made him him lift the saber above his head and chant vigorously. "Beheader!" In the moment Xalder was supposed to pull down his sword and charge, his body was abruptly whisked away by a silver light. ''Wait, I didn''t sense anything?!'' Michael was momentarily stunned by his disappearance, but was forcefully brought back by the ringing danger which shot into his back. Xalder, who appeared behind him had only a milimeter wide space between his saber and the beast''s neck. Preparing to end it in one move. However, right before the attack landed, Michael channeled his chaos energy outwards. His fur burst up, shooting out sizzling bolts of red lightning which violently propelled the man backwards. Sending him sliding across the floor whilst gripping his saber with both hands. "What a reaction!" Xalder praised his enemy as he stopped himself. Picking off one hand from the hilt and looking into its palm. Stunned by the powerful red bolts. ''What kind of lightning was that?'' Xalder mentally askes himself while looking down each finger. The skin was almost completely seared off and let of a damp steam. Releasing an overcooked smell. "You are good, beast. Let me try something else!" He now felt more prepared as eyed down Michael. Positioning his body in the same stance. having the saber on top. "Line!" Again, his body dissapeared in a flash. ''Why am I unable to sense where he goes?!'' Michael spun around, looking for where he would reappear. However, just when he turned his body, Xalder materalized. Aiming his blade at one of the beastly eyes. "Haaaa!" And with a heavy thrust, he jammed it in. pridefully sinking the saber into his socket like it was butter. Smiling at his successful hit. "Looks like you can''t shoot lightning out of your e..." Xalder was about to finish the beast by blending his insides into mush. However, when he tried to move the sword, he found out it was dead stuck. "What?!" He once again tried to pull, but was unable to even move it an inch. "I....I refuse to belive...!" Xalder tried ripping it out one last time. However, Michael suddenly turned towards him with his remaining yellow slit and angrily looked him. Growling at the highly esteemed captain like he was some sort of beta pack member. "Pathetic." Xalder didn''t belive how this guy was still alive with part of his brain cut, but was unable to get any answer as the beastman started his counter attack. With his will, Michael once more channeled the unlimited chaos energy from the nuclei through his body. Shooting out more streaks of red lightning both into the blade in his head, and onto Xalders body in a bright.... BOOOM Michael''s position let out a violent red explosion like a rouge set of fireworks. Charring the surrounding floor into coal, and sending the Xalder tumbling to the side while holding onto his half melted saber for dear life. His clothes had several burnt holes in them, showing some gruesome burn marks resting on his skin, with even the hair on his head having some sizzling marks, evidently created from the attack. Xalder only dumbfounded repositioned himself. Unable to fully understand how he had suffered such heavy damage, the man could only shockingly eyed down his prized saber with his mouth wide open. Turning one of his hands up to overshadow part of his scarred face. It was only a hilt now, having most of the top part completely melted off, and having part of the remaining end still glow with an orange hue. Not only that, even his palms were scorched black. Turned into nothing more than a grilled steak with ten charred meat loafs sticking out. No longer holding any use. "Oh, very good." He angrily turned back to Michael who was visibly regenerating his eye. Having his face and scars contort togheter, and turning his face into that of a devil. However, before Xalder could charge at Michael again, Cheryil suddenly jumped in between. Smiling with a mocking grin as her robe lowered itself. "Please, Xalder! You have done enough." This interference seemed to piss him off even more. Having remaining hair and eyes turn dark red from rage. "Just hold him off for a while then.." She turned around and grinned even more. Happy that he accepted her help. "Of course! Just give me a seco..." Cheryl was about to finish. However, an invisible chaotic force slammed into her cheek. Sending her body rolling over to Xalder like a human sized football. "You dare treat me like some sort of second rate foe?" Michael, who now stood where the girl previously landed, angrily looked at the girl while letting a steady steam of red translucent fire burnt over each finger. "Come on. That surely couldn''t have been enough, right?" He tried to mock her in hopes of bringing her back up for more. However, what he didn''t see was the horrified expression of Xalder who was now stepping backwards. He didn''t wish to stay there for a moment longer and used the teleportation move to swiftly move to another room. Most likely to tend to his injuries. But Michael didn''t bother with him. Just waiting for the girl to stand up. ''Why did that cowered run away?'' He didn''t understand why she kept laying there, as the moment they connected, something seemed to have stopped him. "CRACK" However, right when he kept thinking about her, Cheryl slowly rouse up from the floor. not with her limbs, but with an invisible energy which expanded out from her body. Making the girl levitate. "Good....You are very...good.." The crackling energy field which distorted the space around her never stopped expanding, and the more it did, the more uneasy Michael felt. Eventually, she rouse up from the ground. Slowly ascending upwards while her black hair began to shoot out. Making her head into a black star. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, and her clothes now held a darker tint to them. Probably by the field covering her body. "YOU ARE VERY GOOD!!! VERY VERY VERY...." Michael took a step back as she chanted. Now with a voice much darker and seperate one coming from her throat. ''What the hell did I do?'' The hairs on his body all stood up. Telling him to run away. "GOOD!!!!!" Cheryl aimed her twisted arm straight at him, directing all the distorted energy at his body. "Autrarch''s Touch!!!!" The force field coiled around his body like hundreds of seperate snakes, draging off his skin as they rolled over. "Hey, lady, what is thissssrrrccchhh..." He tried talking, but the moment he did, the field drilled down his throat. Strangling and repeatedly breaking his spine like it was some cheap rope. "AAARGHH!!!" Michael kept feeling his internal organs being blended into juice every passing second and tried breaking free. However, the more he struggled, the more crazy Cheryl became. Laughing her ass off to his twitching. "AHAHAHAH YOU DARE HIT ME?!?!? VERY WELL!! YOU SHALL SUFFER THE MOST HORRIFYING PAIN IN THE WORLD!!" She suddenly turned one of her hands, and with her movement, all of Michael''s skin peeled itself off. The sounds of his hide forcefully seperating from his muscles echoed into the room, and alongisde this, the blended organs and blood vessels in his body were shout out of his mouth like a fountain of water. Raining down at into the black room with a bloody dmap stench. Cheryl kept making her field milk out the blood in his body, and pulling out his insides for a couple of minutes. But, no matter which direction she pulled him in, e hadn''t once passed out. No, hiw was a seemingly mutated beastmaster still alive after such punishment? She kept starring at his skinned and bleeding body which now laid in a pool of his own flesh and whispered something to herself. "Why is he still alive? I have already pulled out the organs resting in his chest..." Her hair fell down to her shoulders again, and her hazel eyes slwoly returned. Evident of her calming state of mind. However, even with the satisfied feeling of payback, Cheryl didn''t descend from the air. Looking at Michael with some more mystery. "Well, I''ll just scramble his brain then..." She waved her soft white hand once and brough his body back up along with it. Planning to finish the guy once and for all. "Any last words?" Cheryl loudly asked the shredded Michael while having him hooked in the air. And surely, he mumbled something out even without having any skin. "Tss Pss...." Cheryl almost didn''t belive how he was alive, and a surpised expression blossomed on her face. ''Still alive?! Looking like that?!'' With her hand wode open and pointed at him, she dragged it backwards. Forcing his body near hers. "Did you say something?" Michael twisted a little. Whispering the same thing to her. "Tsss.....Bsss..." Cheryl wasn''t able to make it out this time either, and pulled him even closer. "Say it again please." And with their faces only being a couple of inches away from each other, Michael repeated himself. "I SAID TREMOR BOMBEERRCCCCCHHHH!!!!!" With all his remaining might, Michael infused every ounce of power into his vocal cords, planning to blow this frail human girl into ash. However, the moment he tried to scream, the soundwaves were just as quickly extinguished by the choking force. "I see, in that case farwell." Cheryl spread both arms to her side and acted, trying to pull Michael''s body into two with her power. "This is it..." She shut her hands and wrung her fists back and forth. And with her movement, long bone fragments began to shoot out of Michael. Breaking off into white powder the moment they exited. Cheryl looked at the skinned and mutilated pound of meat and gave a weak grunt. Not wanting to continue to watch it any longer as she had her fill now. "That''s..." But for a moment, while she tried to completely kill him, a sudden resistance cut part of her control away. "What? What was that just now?" Cheryl looked at the unmoving flesh puppet with a dire expression. Unsure where it had come from. Not even giving another second of thought, she redirected all mental power to split this thing appart. However, the same resistance cut away her force. This time making the guy fall to the floor with a thud. Cheryl almost felt her eyes pop out from humiliation and suprise. When had someone ever escaped her grasp like this. "My divine ability was broken...?" Her breathing grew more hurried and impatient. Turning her pale face red. "NO!! IT MUST BE A JOKE!!!" Not even waiting another second, she lifted up both hands and formed a ball above her head. Distorting the space between her palms until small lightning bolts began to shoot out. However, as she did so, Michael abruptly started standing up. His skin and fur visibly regenerating at full speed, and with a new red aura shooting out of his body. Cheryl watched him stand up with a even more stupid face. And with all her power, she threw the ball of distortion at his rising figure. Sending it tumbling towards his head like a bowling ball. But right before it hit, Michael lifted up his regenerated arm and smacked it away. Sending the distorted force ball into the nearby wall. Cheryl starred over with shock as her attack turned part of the alloy into dust. Not understanding how he had so casually brushed her attack off. She turned towards Michael with one move and charged the space around her up. However, equally to herself, the boy also began to flare up. His body suddenly rapidly shook. But as soon as it stopped, it started expanding like a balloon. The muscle beneath his hide bulged out, and his red and black fur started changing into a dark red color. His feet morphed into paws, and his skull turned into one only seen on a mad yeti. Being covered by a completely deep red cap of long fur. Cheryl looked at the behemoth and felt her scalp go numb. What was happening now?! But before she could sort anything out, she noticed the two hollow eyes look in her direction alongside what could only be described as a crazed smile. "AnY lAsT WorDS?...?" Michael tried to silently whisper towards the dumbstruck girl. However, even with their distance being great, a hot pocket of air blew through her hair. Dragging the bloody stench alongside it which was generated from the surrounding gore. Cheryl was momentarily stunned by this sight and wanted to back away. However, right before she was going to attack, Xalder suddenly teleported next to her. Now holding onto a new identical saber. "I see you are struggling a little, Mrs Cheryl?" Most of his wounds had been healed as they weren''t infused with any lingering power, and he had also changed his outfit to that of a similarly seen dark green suit. Cheryl felt sour as she looked at him. But right now, facing a foe which could break her bloodline power removed any of her cocky attitude. "How do you wish to do this then?" Xalder smiled when he heard her and quickly wrapped up their conversation. "Hold him still." Cheryl looked over at the scarred face of and back towards the giant monkey. Grunting back at him while charging up. "Fine" .... [Aspect of the tainted activated!] ''Which one should I kill first?'' Michael looked down at the two ants with expectation. Trying to think of which of the two would taste the best. However, as he thought about this, Xalder suddenly disappeared into thin air. Causing him to aim at the girl. ''Very well.'' He didn''t wait another second and just charged. Dashing at her with his full speed. Every movement he made containted an unmatched physical power. And each step he took, the further his paws would dig themselves into the floor and propel him forwards. Completely ignoring the atmospheric resistance. And not even a second later, he stood before the girl, lifting his mighty hand up into the air and hammered straight down. Cheryl starred up at the massive red claw which descended down towards her body at a blinding speed, and equally lifted up her hands. Conjuring a force field to protect her against the attack. And as the two objects hit, a deafening shockwave was generated. Shooting outwards like a ring of doom which shook it''s way through the surrounsing walls. The ground began to tremble underneath the power, and Cheryl felt her body slowly sink into the floor like a sharp metal spike falling into dirt. However, she was not left another moment before Michael lifted up his other hand up. This time charging it up with bolts of red lightning. Making it visibly spew out burning strings of red, and almost igniting his hand. Cheryl looked up at the pylon that was his body and focused all her mental power at the hand. Feeling that such an attack would most likely break her barrier. She made one swift judgement in that moment, and that was to tie him down. Removing his ability to touch her. Michael only saw her shield dissipate and took it as a chance. Throwing his hand down at her. However, it was suddenly stopped by the same force he had felt not too long ago. Freezing his body completely up. "Do YoU ThInK ThIS WiLl StOP ME?!" Michael began to widly fight against the chains holding him, and to his shaking, Cheryl could be seen turn more pale by the minute. Having two streaks of blood fall from her nose. She kept holding him despite the strain. And eventually, blood started to shoot out from all her orifices. Turning her face into a bloody mess. "DAMMIT XALDER!!! I CAN''T HOLD HIM STILL MUCH LONGER!!!" Michael, who kept on fightning against her began to laugh at her pleas. Not planning on letting her live even if she begged him. "HAHAHAHAHA" It seemed that something within his mind clicked a little when he heard her cry out. Making him fight back even more. However, an abrubt feeling of danger snapped him out of the trance. Behind him, Xalder had used the moment of freedom to charge up his attacks. But the onlt thing Michael could her, as his back was tied towards the man''s figure, was his chant "Elemental art!" The rising feeling of doom kept creeping up his back. But he was completely unable to do anything other than fight against Cheryl''s grip. ''It''s one of those? Wonder what kind of element he will use.'' The silver blade then abruptly began to burn with a blue fire. circling around the metal pole. and eventually covering the man''s body in a low ring. Then, as the fire flared up around his body, Xalder pointed his sword straight at Michael. Finishing his chant with a smug smile. "Thunders of the North: Siphon!" Michael felt the moment his attack emrged forth and used everything he had to break Cheryl''s hold. Freeing himself. But as he turned around to face whatever came at him, a large blue whip burst of the the blade tip and ripped through his body. Cutting and burning a large line into his chest. ''WHAT?!'' The whip of fire kept carving out burning lines into his flesh. However, that was not the only part he noticed. For but an instant, the fire started to expand outwards. Turning the blue whip into a large metallic wire which rapidly approached him. "BURN!" Left without anything to do, Michael wanted to use a gold spell to destroy it. However, right when he wanted to speak, it slammed into his body. Crushing most of it appart. His lower body was evaporated into nothing, and most of his torso and arms cracked appart like broken glass when faced with the attack. Breaking away into the wind. The fragmented body parts and scorched blood all shot out from his flying figure. And now left without anything to resist, Michael could only watch and feel as the flame pinned his body in place and blasted him through the wall. Rocketing his charred body away in a massive beam of energy. 66 First of Seven [A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS HELLA LONG!] BOOM BOOM BOOM Cheryl watched as the beast was blasted through the wall and over into distant. Repeatedly melting and crumbling away whatever obstacles that appeared in its wake. The area where it had been shot through was entirely burned down. Having the metal making up the side of the room completely turn into red viscous liquid. Oozing down onto the ground. "Not even an imperial beast should be able to withstand that attack. The original user of the [Northern flames] elemental art was recorded to have even battled primordial level monsters to a stand still." Xalder suddenly appeared next to her. Patting her back while smiling proudly, having the saber resting on his hip. But even after hearing him, Cheryl kept looking into the direction Michael traveled through. Not moving an inch. The captain beside her seemed a little confused by her course of action. And rather than trying to ask about the other guy''s well being, he just talked about their efforts. "Your bloodline really lives up to the legend, Mrs Cheryl. The ability to command space itself is truly more terrifying whenever witnessed at a close distance." "If I remeber correctly, was it not a gift granted by the five overlords who passed their blood over to us humans?" Xalder still waited for the absent minded Cheryl to respond and just continued after taking in a deep breath. Quickly following up where he left off. "The Autrarch clan, The Tetrarch clan, The Anarch clan, the Etnarch clan and lastly, the Monarch clan." "Under the unrecorded time period in Farleng''s history known as the "Abscence of the seven", the Five overlords ruled. However, due to the limits this world supposedly hold on it''s inhabitants, they all set out to the sealed void above the heavens. Leaving the lesser divine beings and ascended mortals to bicker amongst themselves." "The first and most powerful clan promised to guide the others through the barrier, and as a result, the four weaker clans swore servitude to the first and strongest one. Or the one which eventually degraded into the royal family we know today." Xalder realized that he had kept talking without stop and looked over at Cheryl. The girl was still bloodied up, and could still be found starring into the hole he made. "Mrs Cheryl...?" He tried shaking her back up, but the moment his hand made contact with her lab coat, she violently slapped him. Imprinting a red handprint over his already scarred cheek. The impact was even imbued with part of her space bending bloodline power, and forcefully sendt him backwards. Making the blood vessels in one of the nearby green eyes rupture and bleed. After fully regaining his footing, Xalder angrily glared at the girl who held him down with her hazel eyes. Their venomous looks made the surrounding temperature drop by a small degree, and Xalder almost felt like pulling out his saber. However, that thought was quickly abolished when he received two bits of information. The first was the recollection of the Zell clan which would hunt him down to the ends of this world. And the second was Cheryl''s sudden bashful comment towards him. "You damn idiot!!" He wasn''t able to quite get what she meant and wanted to rebute her. But sadly, her voice shook him back out of his prideful state of mind. "Look where you sendt him!!!!" Xalder finally had enough and just looked over through the scorched hole in the wall. Slowly feeling his anger surface up. However, when he further eyed down the endless passage made by his attack, Xalder finally realized what he had done. "I..." He wanted to apologize, but luckily, Cheryl stopped him. Shooting a snot of blood out of her nostrils with a grunt. "Don''t worry too much, really. THAT thing hasn''t been recorded to do anything since the first days of this facility. Forget about whatever may happen to THAT and just help me finish off the strange beast." Xalder watched anxiously as Cheryl rouse up from the red floor and whiped away the blood from her face with her powers. Not feeling to good at the moment. "But an artifact from one of the seven gods...." Xalder kept trying to insist, but Cheryl continuously brushed him off. Not wanting to bicker about it any longer. "First of all, it''s is only for show. The higher ups of my clan don''t even bother with it any longer....And second." This time she turned towards the Captain. Firmly looking him in the eyes while locking her eyebrows togheter. "You don''t know what my ability is, so don''t go around throwing useless guesses." Xalder wanted to say something more, but Cheryl just walked off. Not bothering with him any longer. He felt a little angry at her act. However, the man quickly followed in her footsteps. Running towards her at her. "Well, that monster shouldn''t have been able to withstand that attack. Even while being at the first emperor layer, my charged flame whip shouldn''t have any problem dealing with anything below the exalted realm." ''But it''s rather strange. It felt like my aim was off for a second? I am sure I didn''t mean to hit him this way...'' .... Deep within the scorched hall of metal en flesh, silently twitching in the dark metal corners resting deep within the doors of life laid a giant. half mutilated monstrosity. It was no different than a block of coal, having parts of its body forcefully torn and hacked away by some sharp object. And this steaming burnt potato which occasionally twitched back and forth was the current Michael. Grunting and exhaling out hot steam from the flamed opening that was once his mouth. "My...." And while lating there, fighting his way back into the world, he uttered something through his charred vocal cords. Hoarsly coughing out each word with great difficulty. "My head..." His limbs were smattered away, his eyes were burnt, and of course, he was incapable of moving. Only able to sense the world aeound him with the bestial powers. However, that was not the only thing which bothered him. For as of now... "Why...am I unable....to regenerate..?" Michael kept twitching from side to side, hoping it would spark up his immortal healing and the vampire physique. But what he didn''t know was that even with the mighty regeneration, he was not immune everything. The attack which had crushed his body into a pulp was not one of the normal ones he usually faced. For it contained within it residual energy. This kind of power only ever starts appearing when one manages to reach the master tier in one of the arts they train, or easier said, exceed the 50% mark which bounds its power outside your body. When one trains, the practiced tecnhique will slowly integrate with your body. Morphing and changing the very cellular structure which holds you togheter. In the search for arcane power, your body will become charged with the elemental energy of what you study, elementiumizing it. Meanhwile, a martial art will directly power up your body with it''s principle. Wethever that may be form an element or a body art. "Dammit..." Michael kept trying to ignite his regeneration into effect, and even forced his chaos power to flow out. However, it all proved to be useless in aiding his recovery. "Dammit....Dammit..." Even with the numbing pain hammering into his soul, he kept cursing. Not wanting to accept that he may lose his life for real this time. "DAMMIT!!!" Michael growled out into the dark hall he found himself in. Doing the only thing he knew how to do. From the depths of his heart, he called upon the power to change. And with it, a half burnt blue feathered spike shot out from his charred back. "I....cannot...cannot fall here..." Despite the pain, Michael forced the spike to pull him across the floor. Diggin into it and pulling him away. "There, that thing keeps calling for me.." And with his struggling, he managed to pick up the faint yet familiar signal he had felt before. The one which had kept pulling on his soul. He tried to send out his senses towards the direction it came from. But sadly, all he ever got back was the shape of some large orb. Mabye it was instinctively, but Michael further pushed himself forwards. Rolling off away towards the weird beacon. However, the closer he came, the more he felt like giving up. While sliding away, his ashen body would deteriorate further and further, crumbling into powder whenever he met any of the friction originating from the floor. "Almost there..." With his senses guiding him, and the bendt spike pulling him forwards, Michael eventually managed to reach whatever the object was. Relieving him of the stress he felt by a small margin. "I have...." However, despite his efforts coming here, nothing seemed to have happend. And with his last piece of strength drained, Michael''s body eventually curmbled appart. And with the departure of his material body, his consciousness also dissipated away. ... Deep within a black void, where both time and space were locked away from, a small human could be seen hovering away into the depths of it''s chambers. "Where am I...?" And from the small body came a hardy and masculine voice. Belonging to no one other than Michael. He looked around the void and grunted. Tightening his sharp black eyebrows togheter, and twitching his mouth to the siden Displaying a disappointed and wrathful anger in himself. "Great, did I die again?" Unsure of how he got here, he just tried spinning a little around. Trying to find a way to steer his body in a desired direction. However, even with his efforts, Michael was left with nothing in returned. Just forced to wander away. "Great! Absolutely f***ing great!" Upon realizing he was stuck caused him to violently trash around. Wanting to vent out this anger onto at least something. However, as he struggled against the forces of this new place, a brilliant voice shook him back up. "What are you doing here?" A mighty roar, only capable of belonging to someone of unmatched power echoed into Michael''s head. No, not only that. It dispersed the black space around his body and forcefully stopped him in his tracks. Pinning his naked body in place. "Who said that?!" He was both shocked and fearful. The vibration generated from the shout had activated all the danger receptors inside his soul. Sharpening his essence to the limit. But even with his preparation, he could do nothing other than frantically spinning around. Searching for the origin of the voice. And surely, he was granted another round of audience from whatever spoke. "Worry not child, it was I." While trying to pinpoint where it had come from, a blinding white light shot up before his eyes. Forcing him to shut them off for a second. ''What the hell?!'' The glow was strong. So strong in fact that even a if he was placed before a real sun, it would not hold a candle to it. For the light even seemed to penetrate his eyelids like they were no different from freckles of translucent ice. Melting away when faced with the unrivaled radiance. But the beaming glow slowly died down, allowing him to eventually see again. Yet, as Michael opened his eyelids, he was greeted by yet another strange sight. A face hovered before him. Having the same size as his body, and made up of some bright white lines. Stiching and intertwining together to create the face of a handsome middle aged man. "Here f**ing again are we? Did some god scoop me up as I passed?" Not knowing what to say, Michael just cursed. However, even with this rude display, he received a heartwarming smile and a deeply felt round of gratitude from the small head. "Veldem... You are still alive....after all this time." It started to speak once more. But this time, the voice was toned down. Refined to a tune which Michael managed to handle. However, even with this heartfelt answer and the gentle speech, he was only left more confused. What was this thing talking about? "Uhm....my name isn''t Veldem." Michael just blatantly answered it. Not rally feeling too good as of now. But even so, it continued to thank him. Talking to not only his body, but something resting deeper within. "Thank you, my friend. I was almost about to lose hope.." Michael looked at the small head and felt a little confused. However, just as he starred at it, a familiar sight entered his head. Shaking him up. "Wait, you mean that old head, right? Well, you two kind of look alike, so that''s my guess." Left without anything, he just gave it the best shot he had. Wanting to know if this guy knew that old man whicb had brought him here. But yet again, it ignored him. Just blatantly talking to itself like there was no one here. "Veldem is not the only one inside you...I can also sense Fenral, Milium and Candrin." Again, Michael was just left to stare at the head. Now feeling a little annoyed at the mindless monologue which kept going on. "Hold on, my guy. I don''t know who those people are." He didn''t want to waste any time and forcefully shattered the state of mind of the head. Wanting to get some real answers. And it looked like it worked, as the small face turned back towards his head. Holding a shocked expression now carved into the handsome face. "You don''t?" The head asked him. Not knowing what to belive anymore. "I don''t." And with his answer, Michael finally felt the conversation turn in his favor. However, right as he finished talking, a warm flow rolled over his brain, or what was left of it. Sending down a shiver through his ghostly body. "Yes, I can see in your memory....he did not tell you much, other than about THAT which you must retrive..." Even with his mind jumbled up by the sudden scan, Michael quickly retrieved himself. Wanting to get some useful information out of this guy. "Yeah...but enough about me, we don''t have all day. Who are you, old man?" He formulated himself as insignificantly as possible and pushed all the talking over to the head. Hoping he would give off anything useful. And to his question. the head lit up. Sending the rays of white light making it up all over the small boy. Displaying the incredible dominant energy rolling off his being. "I am the first of seven. The one. The leader. The prospect. Andev of the Source!" However, even with this grandiose show, Michael couldn''t see anything other than a small face prideful looked up at him. It was kind of comical actually. "Mind giving me some more details..?" The middle-aged head just continued to look at his dumbfounded face, retracting its radiance while slowly giving a more understandable answer. "I am one of what you may know as the seven gods of origin. Wielder of the source of all living. All creation. All reality." Michael looked at the guy and felt a little better. Happy yet even more interested in the answer he received. "You are a god?" The ancient face rouse further up above him aftwr he spoke. Sending out a torrent of energy from his being, and causing Michael''s body to float back. "That is right, child." But even with the display of power, Michael just stood where he was. Wearing his hardened pocker face while starring back up. "Truly?" "That is right." Michael continued to eye down the bundle of light with a smile. Continuing to question Andev while trying not to spill the answer. "Then you must know of Jesus, right?" Mabye it was due to the stiff expression he held, but Michael managed to hold in his laughter. Evident on his locked espression which was currently turning bright red. "Natrually!" Andev''s voice boomed out once more. Sending a shockwave of light rolling over the boy''s frail figure. However, Michael still did not yield. Continuing where he left right as the shining face finished another round if his display. "Tell me about him then." Withiut spilling anything, Michael kept floating there. Not releasing himself for even a moment. And surely, the god shrunk down to meet him. Toning down his voice as to not harm him, and gently whispering over. "What''s a jesus again? Sorry, it''s been a while." Michael statisfiedly released the tension which held his face in place. Letting the red hue slowly dissipate, and his mood to brighten up. "Nothing! Nothing at all! Anyways, you said you know the guy who gave me these powers?" He hopefully looked at the white figure. Wishing for a cooperative attitude now that he had broken the ice. "That is right. I know him very well." And luckily, it indifferently answered him. Displaying neither annoyance nor anger at his rudeness which Michael noted down as he followed up. "Well, he didn''t really tell me a lot about himself, and neither was I given much detail before coming here, so I wondered if you would pass me some knowledge. I mean, you guy''s are friends, right?" Michael kept trying to push his luck. And it even looked like his efforts were not in vain. "Child, for your valiant efforts in coming all the way here, I will naturally help you. Just tell me what you wish to know" The head nodded at him and lowered itself down. Restraining any of the power it may exhibit, and allowing Michael to freely talk to him. "Please, tell me about my powers. They are easy to use, yet I struggle to handle them efficiently." The head blinked at him for a second, sending a warm force over his body before quickly retracting it and speaking. "I can see that you hold the fragments from four of them. Good, and they are even set up in a very compatible form. However..." The news he relayed semmed good. But at the end of hos answer, the head hesitated for a second. "However?" He felt a little shook when he heard the abrubt stop. But still wanted it to finish. "Truly, they seemed to have been jumbled around. Limiting their potential by a great amount. No, wait, it lookes like they have..mutated too? how fascinating..." ''Limited?'' Michael kept starring into the white outlined eyes. Not completely satisfied by the answer his got. "Can you please tell me what you mean by ''limited?" The head, or rather, Andev, noticed his dissatisfaction and continued. Making sure to give the child a satisfactory answer this time. "They have been tuned a little weirdly by an unknown force, most likely the system engraved in your body." ''Must be from when Jenkins rolled around with my display..'' Michael rapidly came to a conclusion while pondering about it. Wanting to try his luck with the one before him once again. "Can you fix it then?" "Yes, I will do some tweaks before we depart." ''Sweet! I better try and see if I can get some more info out of here..'' With his main problem now fixed, he tried pulling out more knowledge. "Thanks! And can you tell..." However, right before he finished, Andev interrupted him. Laughing while finishing his question for him. "Tell about what kind of powers you hold? Surely, that is no difficult task." Michael felt a little embarrassed as he looked over at the guy. But he just remained silent while listening. Now wanting to interrupt him. "You have four powers from four gods of origin. Each having a different ability to them." "The first is from Veldem, which you have met before. Holding the power of evolution. The power to adapt, and to grow." "Fenral holds the power to construct. To create life from the lesser forces, and to shape and build them into existence. Allowing the weak to grow!" "Milium holds the power to fuse! To mix togheter those of difference, and to create and enhance! Combining everything unstable and make it whatever she wished!" "And lastly, Candrin. She holds or rather...once held the power to seperate all creation. Pulling it appart with her will, and forcing change to occur amongst it!" Andev breath out a long sigh of relief after finishing. Smiling stupidly as he reminisced of the times he spent together with his companions. "Any more questions?" With all his questions answered, Michael only felt one residual thumping left that bothered him. Wanting to come into existence and be freed from the hind side of his head. "Why are you here?" It had not been the first time he had been sendt away to a place like this. And now, he sincerely hoped to know the mystery behind why he always had to appear here every time. "I was originally in the fabric of reality where your soul previously rested in. However, the moment I sensed my companions within your body, and that you were on the verge of passing, I pulled your consciousness into the astral plane. Allowing for us to temporarily communicate." Andev seemed more than willing to talk about how he ended up here. However, a hint of hesitation kept resurfacing on his face. Dimming the white lines exponentially. "As for why I was staying there, I belive there is a reason Veldem didn''t tell you everything. But sadly, it wouldn''t help you much in your pursuit without knowing why to traverse." But even so, he made his decision. Starting to explain his current circumstances. "I was sealed by IT. The universal will of our world. Forced to eternally stay locked away until the prophecy was over." Michael eyed down the being. Feeling that he was in store for more than he asked for. "Prophecy?" Andev closed his eyes for a second. Taking a minute to fully remember a faint sequence which played in his mind. "Yes, a prophecy. There was once a time foretold by an ancient oracle that this world was destined to fall. However, even with such a threat, the universe did nothing. Refusing to belive in something it did not manage to see for itself." His expression soured a little. Yet he still continued on despite his clear unwillingness. Filling Michael in on the last bit. "But we, the seven children of creation all refused to allow what we had built to end, and so went against IT''s wishes. Too bad that..." He was just about to finish his story telling. However, the astral space around them suddenly gave of a hard shake. Ripping and tearing it away right before their eys. Michael felt his vision of this place grow hazy while at the same time feeling a deep pressure engulf his body. Frantically pull on it. He looked over at Andev who currently held a bitter smile over his mouth. Looking straight up above him as if meeting eye to eye with a being he was far too familiar with. "Anyways, Michael. This is as far as we can converse." Regretfully, he only shook his head towards the child. Wishing to talk more with him. Michael looked at the disappearing white figure and screamed. Wanting one more thing put of the man. "WAIT!!!" Andev heard him loud and clear. Glanced over to his fragmenting body one last time while smugly smiling at him. "You wonder if I will grant you my power?" Michael felt himself slowly burst apart, having his last recollections of this world being his body turning into glowing dust and Andev''s faint whispers enter his ears. "You haven''t even finished the other''s and yet you still want mine...." "But even with that being the case, why would I, Andev, refuse to aid the one promised to liberate us?!" "My power, The Source, is from now on, yours to wield!" .... Back in the real world, Xalder and Cheryl both stood inside a brightly lit room. Covered by a bunch of old blue tiles which made up most of the walls and floor. Several kind of inventions laid displayed all over the place, some shaped in animal skeletons, and some not much different old machines usually found on earth. Was this perhaps some museum room? Either way, that did not matter. For right now, they both had their eyes set on two things. The first was the ashen remains of Michael''s body. Spread around in a straight line leading towards one of the objects for display. And this, which was the other thing that had their attention, was a giant white orb. It was no different than a tire sized pearl, giving off a white glow whenever the lights from above hit it''s body. However, despite this fancy appearence, it was quite special. For it was said to be an artifact left by the seven first gods which created the multiverse. "That thing really didn''t get any further." Cheryl suddenly said out loud. Ponting at the black corpse before their eyes with her leg. Satisfied that the beast was unable to touch any of th attractions. "Surely nothing would come unscathed from that attack." Xalder stood beside her resting his hand onto the saber sheated beside his hip. Stiffly lined next to the girl, yet silently releasing an aura of confidence. "Whatever, let''s just pack up the dust and leave.." Cheryl stopped bothering with the orb for a second and went over to Michael''s body. Angrily looking down at it. "Wish I could have had the last hit..." She silently mutter while starring at the pile of powder. Not too happy that the captain would get the props for this one, as she would most likely loose some favor. Xalder walked over to her and smiled. Unsheating his saber while stepping over. Planning on brushing his saber in the ash as a sign of disrespect. "As you said, Mrs Cheryl. Let us clean up this mess and..." However, right as he was about to speak, a loud cracking sound reverberated into both his and Cheryl''s ears. Shaking their brains back and forth. It was as if someone violently scratched their fingers against a chalkboard, pushing the noise into the very essence of their being. "WHAT THE HELL XALDER?!" Cheryl immediately turned towards him and shouted at him. Wanting to blame something on the guy. But just when their faces connected, she witnessed the horiffied expression rolling over his scarred face. Unable to properly get what he was doing, she turned towards where he looked. And with that, the same shock coiled itself around her heart. The large white pearl, the artifact which had been so securely guarded throughout these years was breaking appart before their eyes. Like broken pieces of ice, it fell appart. Leaving only some crumbling white pieces which eventually turned completely black and disappeared. Not long after it started, it finished. Having the entire pearl disappear into thin air. "Wha....What in the..." Cheryl was about to say something. However, she suddenly sensed a small bundle of movements behind her. Swiftly, she turned around with Xalder on her tail. Finding themselvs both looking at the pile of grey sand. Unable to find anything calmed Cheryl down. However, Xalder instantly pulled his saber out and shouted at it. "Come out!" Cheryl was about to ask what he was doing. But right before she spoke, a figure rouse up from the ash. "This body has too many impurities in it. However, there seems to be quite the amount of bloodlines available here and in the surroundings. I will use those as a base." The familiar frame of the red beastmaster stood up from the powder. Basking in the radiance of the room without any care for the other two. "What did you do to the orb?!" Cheryl was the first one to speak up. Barking at the monster in hopes of getting some answers. Interrupted during his speech, and also feeling the angery rays emitted from the duo seemed to put the beastman in a bad mood. Making him turn his red eyes towards them with an indifferent glance. "I am only here for a quick walk, little girl of the Autrion subspecie. Besides, how dare you speak to my champion in such a rude way?" The beastman''s fangs grinded together in anger. And each word he spoke was filled with an unparalleled dominance, even making the two before him unconsciously step back. "Wh...What did you call me...?" Cheryl had her eyes almost fall out of her skull when she heard what he said. How did this man figure out the name of her progenitors? However, even when faced with her questioning, the beastmaster just looked over his furry body with disgust. Knitting his brows togheter to a degree where one could even possibly knit a scarf. "I SAID ANSWER ME!" The obvious lack of attention sparked her anger up to the limit and removed any cool she had. Yet, even with the usually proud girl throwing a tantrum in broad daylight, the besst gave her nothing. "Too weak." The beastmaster silently whispered something to himself. Completely catching Xalder and Cheryl off guard with the emotions held within it''s words. "This body is too weak..." It tightened it''s claws togheter into fists. Regretfully closing both the yellow eyes while seemingly channeling something through its body. "Who...are you?" Cheryl tried once more to talk with it. However, again it just faintly looked over at her. Answering her with no care at all. "Me? I am but a loser. Not worth mentioning." Once more, it returned to looking over its body. Still not satisfied with it''s progress, and wishing to finish fixing it before leaving. "But you two..." In a split second, it stopped caring about it''s body and refocused itself onto the duo. Grinning as it turned towards them with it''s back arched forwards. Cheryl and Xalder suddenly felt a sea of bloody danger slam into their minds. Almost pulling their souls out of their bodies. Both of them tried to move away. But sadly, all they could see before the endless mist of red was the two blinking eyes sizing them up. "I can''t let the two of you live now that I have revealed myself, can I?" 67 Parting Gif "LIKE HELL!" Cheryl called up her innate powers, bending the space around her with a twist of her hand. Shooting tendrils of distorted air at the beastman. And as they manifested, every frail and ancient attraction for display shook appart. Breaking before the pressure excluded by the girl. Xalder even retreated when he saw how serious she was, not wishing to block her way. However, their opponents did not seem to hold the same opinion of this struggle. With a high and mighty smile, the beastmaster rouse up into the air while stretching out his palm. Silently chanting a sentence for them all to her. "Source erasure." Just as the tendrils were about to hit him, a small white ball formed itself in the palm of his hand. Turning the distoeted vines into nothingness whenever he allowed the light to hit them. "Such a thin Autrion bloodline and yet you still wish to battle me?" Cheryl looked up at the sight of her failed attack and dropped her jaw. Feeling a crawling sensation of dread split her head open. "Your spirit is weak. Just like your connection to the origin, little girl." The beastman lowered his hand slightly while eyeing down the surrounding walls and floor. Almost as if absorbing their structure into his brain. "Time to finish this. It was an honor meeting you, Champion." Without much care in his tone, the beastmaster once more raised his hand up into the air. Conjuring up a ball of white energy which slowly began to grow brighter each passing second. "As for you two sweethearts, I bid you a heartfelt farewell." Xalder looked up at the ball with a fearful gaze. Immediately charging up his saber in a brisk of blue fire. "THUNDERS OF THE NORTH..." However, before he managed to summon his blue whip of destruction, the floating beastmaster interrupted him. Indifferently calling out to the foolish captain while feeling the sparked up air current shoot through his fur. "What a pitiful child, wishing to stop me with only energy emperor layer strength. " The white ball of light then abrubtly began to spin around. Shooting its radiant rays of light into every corner of the room and engulfed not only their surrounding space, but seemingly the entire area they found themselves in. Xalder and Cheryl, alongside every living organism within the light''s radius felt their very essence quiver. Shaking before the unkown might which forced their cells to submit. And through this blinding light that erased the scent, feel, and temperature everything held, came a overpowering whisper. Shooting off into the distant like a sonic boom generated from an explosion. "I am the first, I am the witnesses." "I am the one who birthed the source into existence." "And with my call, it shall shake." "It shall cry, and it shall break." Reality seemed to warp when faced with these words. And not long after they died down, the white radiance covering the land intensively flashed. Booming out a last scentence before the surrounding space went silence. "Source bomb." ..... Many, many miles away from where the doors of life stay rooted, a beautiful city could be made out. Filled with ancient taverns, villas, mansions and shops. Having hundreds upon hundreds of well dressed nobles wander the streets, and of course, the ocational peasent or slave wearing some rags or other minor sets of cloth. Either in chains or just openly harassed by the more well equipped masses. This was the Ingel royal city. Home to the most prestigious members of society who looked down upon those below. Where status and strength was key to all. A place where might may make right. It was filled with all kinds of ancient families and groups like the [Church''s] belonging to all kinds of religions, The [Four clans], and even the royal family which holds every cornerstone of this continet balancing on their fingertips. However, with so many powerful individuals encased together, balance is naturally needed. And as such, all these areas were built a respectable distance away from each other. Resting within the pieces of lands belonging to their respective groups. But in this current day, not too far from a specific area, a giant manor, no, a castle could be seen resting over the horizon. Having the exterior appearence of an ancient steel tower. However, unlike any normal structure found in this world, it was more akin to a real life castle shaped sky scraper. Shooting off into the clouds like a silver pillar. And with this place''s beauty came of course people who''s curiosity and respect almost matched the tower''s size. Pulling many newcomers would come exactly to this place every single day. Wishing to gaze upon the mighty structure which was famed for it''s unparalleled might. The reason? In legend, it was said that the material this tower was made from held the properties to bend space itself! Encasing all those inside safely, and creating a perfect and secure defence against everything within this world. And who else would have the luxury of living here other than one of the most powerful clans in existence. The ones who''s origin was so profound and deep, that even the most amiable nobles would find themselvs bowing before a member of this grand family. This was the headquarters of exactly the Zell clan. One of the most prosperous groups in the current moment in time. However, despite the incredible background, a secret was tightly kept within these walls. One which every single member held direly within their hearts. "Congratulations, Lord Rion. You have another child with a level potential exceeding 100!" Inside a faintly lit study found inside the Zell clan, two people could be found talking to each other. The first one was a well dressed and attractive maid. Having her attire perfectly round out every part of her body, and her black hair set up in a ponytail. Only truly allowing her exotic facial features any light. "That is of no importance to me, Hela. You know what to report." Before this maid came a hardy, yet young masculine voice. Belonging to a casually dressed brown haired noble man sitting in front of her with both hands interlocked on a desk. Resting on top of a pile of documents fumbled over the ancient wood case. The maid, Hela, made a saddened expression after hearing the noble man''s request. Regretfully reporting to him with a sour look. "No bloodline awakening..." Just as she finished talking, a sudden vibration shook the space around her. Making the notes and accessories on the desk tremble slightly. Hela felt her blood begin to rush into her head, and the blood vessels reach the breaking point. However, the dreadful feeling abruptly disappeared. Leaving her with a sigh of relief. "Not even the second daughter who fled from her responsibilities possessed it... despite being a direct descendant too. Truly disgraceful. Anyhow, who else other than the accident have been able to awaken?" Rion suddenly intervened. Questioning her with a stern yet worried tone. Mabye influenced by the heavy blow their family had once received. "Please, Lord Rion. Mrs Lena didn''t hold any value for the clan, there is no need to bring her up..." "But yes, other than Lady Cheryl, no one other than the new children seem to have awakened their bloodlines. Not since the sudden density decline..." Regret was awfully obvious in the way Hela talked. Not knowing how to properly word herself when knowing of their clans decline in prodigies. But to her worries, Rion only bashfully grunted at her. Not wishing for her to speak of the great decline cursing over their bloodline. "You know not to speak of the decline. Ever. Or what would you do if the elders heard you?" Yet again, space seemed to bend to his words. However, that feeling quickly vanished as he calmed himself down. Leaving the man with the same regretful stain inside his heart. "Forgive me.." Hela tried apologizing, as she knew this problem was not something many would wish to admit. Only digging it under the radar and looking for a method of reversal. "Sigh....Forget it! How is that girl doing?" But he did not blame her much. Only pushing his fingers over the sharp black eyebrows resting over his hazel eyes, while asking about how one of their rising starts were doing. A gentle smile made it''s way over the maid''s face when she heard him. And without any hesitation, she openly told him of her progress. "Altough still only at the king layer, Your cousin is currently doing some rather promising work over at the Doors of Life facility in the Torvel. Running most operations with the famed ''Hell''s Whip'' Xalder who reached the emperor layer at only eighteen years old." Mabye it was due to the way she spoke, or mabye it was the fact that Cheryl currently did well for herself. But anyhow, Rion''s mood brightened up. "I see... Anything else?" "Well....." He tried asking the maid once more. However, she suddenly hesitated to speak. Almost as if afraid to inform him abiut something. "Well?" Hela gripped her black skirt with both hands. Digging her nails into the fabric while informing him. "We lost all connection with the facility not too long ago. And not even Lady Cheryl seems to answer our calls.." Rion was greatly surprised by what she said. Opening his hazel eyes all the way up in shock. "Oh? Send a group to check it out. I would rather not have uncle worry unessecarily over minor things. After all, the tournament is about to start. And the summoned heroes will return soon." Hela nodded at him with a gentle smile. Happy that he showed some care for the matter even though it may not be anything serious. "Do you perhaps worry about your cousin?" She tried asking him silently. Hoping he wouldn''t mind her excess talking. And to her delight, Rion smiled. Not feeling annoyance by her murmuring. "Cheryl does not need my help any longer. It''s just that, with all these events happening..... First the [hero summoning] which brought forth those otherworldly children, the decline in our bloodline, the disappearance of Mrs Lina, the [continental tournament], the beast and [demi continent''s] activities near our borders, the growing number of [vampires], the sudden fall of [Bell Academy], and last but not least, the sudden move made by the [Metal Shrine] and [Devil Cult]. It has proven to be rather taxing...." Feeling himself thowing up all kinds of useless infomration made Rion suddenly halt with his wording. Looking up at the equally smiling maid. "But forget about me! You have been talking a lot today, Hela." He gently lowered both hand onto the desk. Giving the maid a tender, yet friendly look. Almost as if they were long time friends. "I am just worried. That is all..." With a soft sigh, Hela exhaled. Evidently releasing her ties towards the unnecessary responsibilities she held onto. "You shouldn''t need to bother yourself with my problems. Besides, what is the worst that could happen?" ..... "Source Bomb." The blinding white light flashed once before slowly dissipating. Showing the landscape once more. The light, as if holding the properties of toxic radiation had completely burnt away everything. Leafes, stones and every other unnecessary material were gone. Leaving only a shaded brown wasteland made up of the raw earth resting beneath. The main facility building was gone. No longer having any walls or floors. The remains of it were spread around in the hollow pit where it previously stood. Having all kinds of vials, glasses, animal remains and potions rolling all over the place. Some cracked and some intact. And of course, in the middle of these ruines were currently three people. The first was naturally Michael. Only having his consciousness temporarily switched with the ancient god. Still hovering in the air while in the beastlord form. Meanwhile, below the majestic person that was Andev, the remaining humans laid. Cheryl was kneeling onto the earth. Having her lab coat torn in several places, and the long black hair rolling all over. Heavily exhaling and inhaling the moist air which surrounded her. Desperately trying to regain her strength which had so suddenly dissapeared. And not too far away from her, Xalder could be found. Laying flat on his back while having streaks of dried blood cover most of his naked body. His eyes were almost completely diluted and his hair was a mess. Leaving the man fighting for his life as he silently mumbled something whenever he received enough oxygen. "N...Not even an imperial beast should survive my attack...." His body twitched a little as he spoke. Shooting out small spurts of red from all around his exposed skin. And to his honor, Andev looked over at the boy. However, not with pity. But rather with a disappointed mock which was evident on his wrinkled forhead. "Imperial beast? You must be joking, boy. There are no imperial beasts who would ever lower themselves so much as to voluntarily visit this plane." His words were sharp, penetrating into the very soul of the dying captain. Making him only create more questions to forever be unanswered. But Andev did not bother with him any longer. Only changing his gaze up towards the blue sky, and eyeing the non existent clouds with a sorrowful look. "I wish I could aid you more, but the longer I stay awake, the closer IT gets to finding me. And if it does, then our fates are sealed." He lowered his head back down. Once again absorbing the molecular structure of every piece of useful biological material "My power is yours. However, I have exhausted myself too much over the eternities that have passed, and giving you the full access right away would turn you into a beacon for IT to find." As he finished speaking, a white flash ignited the very corner of his void eyes. Making the yellow slit in the middle temporarily disappear for a second. "Here, just enough before breaking the threshold." He was content with the tweaks done to the body. And as such, was now planning on leaving the rest to Michael. However, right before his mind departed, he stretched both hands out into the air. Feeling the locking current of the air and the smelly texture of the scraped dirt below his floating body. "One last thing before I leave." His voice was calm and gentle. Resonating with an ancient aura that instantly covered the nearby wasteland in its might. "Source Call!" Still with his arms spread out, he shouted. Letting the aged tone reverberate into the compound of every living thing nearby. Demanding it to bow before its maker. And surely, they answered. All the broken vials, glasses and animal remains laying lifelessly on the ground were instantly burnt into a colourful mist alongside the liquid essence inside of them. Oozing up from the wet soil in their most pure form. Even Cheryl felt something leave her body. But sadly, she was powerless to do anything as a blue vapor made its way through her pores, and up towards Andev''s floating frame. "Converge!" With one swift move, Andev then crossed the muscular arms togheter. Sliding the red and black hide covering them into each other. The mist, as if listening to his wishes, obediently followed after. All coming togheter into a single point. That of course being the point of his body. "Combine!" Just when the last piece of colourful smoke was absorbed into his body, a last command was given. Fusing and purifying every single piece of source material into a higher and more noble state. "There, that should be..." The beastly body of Andev trembled for a second before calming down. And only after it was soothed did he placed his arms down and rearranging his sight towards the sky. Allowing the spherical reef to bathe within his blank balls of light. "As I feared. You have not forgotten.." Above him was still the sea of blue everyone would be familiar with. However, what the creatures of this world could not see was perfectly viewable by him. From the ancient god''s point of sight, a giant translucent bloodly eye could be seen hovering inside the heavens. Violently rotating around while seemingly looking for something. "Luckily this world is sealed. Giving me a little more time." With no choice left, Andev planned on going back to sleep within Michael''s body. However, right before he closed off, a sudden spark shook him awake. "Wait, why is there another soul inside this vessel?" He looked over at his claw like hands with shock. Starring wide eyed at the the center of each palm while whispering something. "No, forget that. Such unimportant matters are within your power to solve. But this... Even the force of chaos lies within your body?" Andev, now more happy than ever, closed both his eyes. Cheerfully smiling while letting his consciousness wander off. "Truly, a fine champion." A white mist starter to exclude from the flying beastman. And with it''s departure, Andev''s mighty voice became more and more distant "Farwell for now, Michael. I leave you both my blessing and knowledge." Slowly, the graceful tone faded into the air alongside the secreted mist. Leaving only a few echoes behind for Michael to hear. "And with it, you must succeed....You must find the others....You must free us..." "Or I fear we are doomed to suffer fates end..." And so, Andev disappeared. Leaving Michael''s body to fall down from where he hovered. Slamming into the ground with a heavy thud. 68 Walk of Victory Slowly, Michael''s consciousness reemerged back into the proper plane of reality. Fueling his mind with a set of lingering thoughts which would always stay stitched into his spirit, and empowering his body with the seven desires. Awakening him from the deep slumber with an intense yet temprary headache that unwillingly held onto his brain. "I feel....a little fuzzy...." Both struggling to move and think, Michael was left in the unprotective embrace of the heated dirt for a while longer. Peacefully resting inside the fallen pit now making it''s home where the doors of life facility previously stood. "Damn, that wasn''t a dream, right? For if it was..." But he needed only a second of rest before eventually amassing back the strength to stand. Pulling his well shaped frame up from the dirt and looking over the environment with a more thorough and personal view. Sinking the details of his surroundings down into his brain like a book thrown into a hungry myre. Engulfing each detail with an unparalleled care only found inside the likes of a computer program. "Not a dream. That was definitely not a dream." And in the speck of a moment, he managed to fully grasp the transformed piece of property. Feasting his eyes upon the desolated dark brown wasteland that now covered miles upon end. Personally documenting the barren wilderness which coiled around him like a hungry serpent. Glacing his hide with the neutral smell of raw soil and the singing breezes of cold summer air. ''Unbelievable.'' Although he took most sights like this as casual events by now, the memories of when he was possessed by Andev kept haunting his very existence for a reason. Causing a deep frown to engrave itself over his face while he further pursued a sudden realization. A realization telling him that he was not as incredible as he belived. That he was but a frog at the bottom of an old well. Trapped within a body of still water. "This should only be a fraction of an origin god''s power too..." Sweat began to drip from the wrinkled skin curving over his naked face. Pushing Michael''s state of mind deeper into the realm of amazement and desire. "Mabye it''s greed, or mabye it''s the desire to succeed. But either way, whether it is important to my mission or not, I want to obtain this kind of power." He felt an energized lust and hungeruncontrollably swell up from within the depths of his very being. However, this was a set of desires and feelings belonging not to himself, but to the natural instincts imprinted within the bloodlines stored inside his veins. Both granting him with a euphoric desire for strength and an urgent cry to calm down. The second was most likely from his own will supressing that of the hidden beast''s. Michael felt every moment of the battle. And eventually, the internal struggle spired off from what his subconscious mind managed to handle. Ending up like a car sliding off from a frozen road. Forcing him to temporarily lock himself off from the world and purge the impure and blinding wishes away. Either destroying them or sealing them away depending on how submissive they were. "Such things can be laid to rest for now...." Swiftly, he opened his eyes back up to the world. Turning the two yellow slits in a synchronised tact followed bg his tired body. Moving in the opposite direction of where he stood, as if to match something with his frame. And just when he had switched his stance, Michael halted. Beginning to slowly grin whilst he watched the body of a familiar figure. Returning it''s gaze of pure horror with his own predatory glare. "How kind of him to leave me such a grand parting gift." Not wasting much time visually feasting upon his thropy, he bendt his body forwards while giving a soft chant. Propelling himself off a short distance away. "Strider''s step." With a gentle kick, he was ejected off. Quickly landing before his the current objective. With a bow, he once more went on to greet the girl named Cheryl. Arching his back towards her with a humble move. Almost as if trying to imitate someone of higher status. "M''lady." But to this exquisite greeting, her face only seemed to grow pale while her eyes glowed with fright. This, alongside her torn clothes and impared ability to stand, left her only with the choice to sit there and fearfully look at him. "You.... I am thinking it....But why aren''t you dying?!" Her voice was rigged and hoarse. Most likely an effect from the source bomb that had just smacked against her entire body''s cellular structure. Crippling it like a fly after meeting an iron hammer. She kept starring at the beastman. Trying to summon her powers for but a moment so as to pulverize it. However her struggles only birthed a horrific look emerged on her face. Holding but a candle up to Michael''s joyes smile. But even when faced with her attitude, he did not lose his cool. Just plainly starring back at her like she was a slab of meat. "How rude." Cheryl felt his aura become more and more hostile by the second, and with it''s advancement, her body also kept growing more pale. "W...What are you doing?!" Her trembling accelerated, and her mind was starting to grow jumbled. Not wishing to belive that her grand life would end in such a pitiful place. In such an insignificant part of the world, and most importantly, In the hands of a wretched animal. But as she was on the verge of breaking, Michael gave her a weak sigh of relief. Making his grin grow more gentle and kind. Relieving her of some fear. "Do you know why I eat my enemies?" His voice was so tender and soft, almost making her completely calm down. However, any thoughts were quickly abolished soon after they were made. Tightening her mental power around the first and last bit he said. "W....Why...?" Without any choice left, she only whispered back to him. Feeling her insides on the verge of breaking. His smile grew more grandiose, and his eyes took on a more golden hew. Changing his aura into that found in a caring friend. "Because it is what THEY demand. It is the price I paid for THEIR full obedience. THEIR cooperation." He leaned closer to her deathly pale face. Having only a small amount of distance between their skin. Allowing her to feel the chaotic waves of warmth prick against her outer layer and puncturing into her pores like a set of small pine needles. However, while she felt his gentle, yet non existent embrace, Michael''s voice once more entered her ears. Soothing her mind with it''s valoures power. "But losers are entitled to nothing, and so they deserve only what I choose to give them." Although Cheryl didn''t understand what he said, a jolt of knowledge shot through her body. Revitalizing her slightly. "For the main and most important reason I do what I do is because it''s how I can show respect. The only way I can give some purpose to the grotesque and violent acts I commit." "And besides, is a predator not entitled to eat his prey? Even if I once was a human, I was never a good one. Mabye these animalistic features and anatomy changes is what I needed?" She kept listening intently, but his aura kept fluctuating. Sizzling onto her skin like boiling water from a hot iron pot. Not giving her a chance to decipher his words. "My mission. My dreams. My desires." Suddenly, the chaotic energy within his body spiked. Making blood start to flow from the girl''s nose and causing her eyes to grow bloodshot from the sudden pressure. "I will finish and fulfill them all. And do you know why that is?" Her breathing grew more hurried, and her eyes more diluted. Even her soul felt the need to escape away from him, or it would all soon be over. Pushing her near the edge of insanity. "Because I shall succeed without fail. No matter what kind of sacrifice I need to make!" Like a shaken gong, his last words exploded into Cheryl''s every fiber. Finally making her snap. And without any fears for death, she hurriedly screamed at him whilst crying. Demanding he let her go this instant. "Do not get ahead of yourself, monster! My clan is one of the most powerful forces in this world. if you dare harm me, they will hunt you down until the ends of th..." *Splat!!* However, before Cheryl could finish, a jet of water made it''s way through her forehead. And the moment it hit, not only was her surrounding skin vaporized or turned into mush, but her entire head collapsed upon itself. Like a black hole turning a planet into ash with it''s unparalleled and infinite might. "The philosophy of others is strange. It will always differ, either in a bad or better way. But what you must do no matter what is to try and learn from them. As to strengthen your own. For what is a strong body with a weak mind?" Michael then stood up. Satisfied that he managed to finish his little speech. And of course, his mood became much better. Now turning towards the last nearby body with a smile. "Hey there, Mr!" In a split of a moment, he teleported to the distant frame. Looling down at the familiar traits it held with some excitement. Xalder was entirely covered in blood, his body was riddled with wounds and his breathing was non existent. Sadly leaving Michael with only a corpse. "No, looks like he is dead. And I really wanted his battle art too.... Well, nice meeting you!" He wasn''t able to find the presence of any other living beings nearby with his bestial senses. And without being in much of a hurry, he just sighed and leaned over. Throwing himself down on the dead body of his previous enemy. "System, did anything happen while I was out?" He fell down with a heavy thump. Causing Xalder to jolt up a little before silently settling into the moist soil once again. And as he waited, the familiar voice and texts appeared in the corner of his vision. Enlarging whenever he focused on them. ''This better be good..'' . [Several abilities unlocked!] [New bloodlines gained!] [New inheritance acquired!] [New updates have been made!] . Happiness of the purest form enveloped him after he saw the rewarding lines of text lay themselves before him. Causing both his award winning smile to return, and grant him with the a feeling similarly found in a small child rumbling within a building sized candy store. "Show them to me!" . ------------ [2/2 Evolutions available] (new!) . [Layer(new)] [Nucleus(new)] . [Bloodline Combo] (+) (new!) . [Innate Abilities] (+) (new!) [Skills] (+) (new!) . ---------- Michael looked over his display with a radiant satisfaction. Demanding to know more of the changes. ''This is slightly different. Are these where all the updates have been made? Then I guess the rest will be the same after reopening it.'' But as he looked over the screen, still feeling giddy with joy, a rippling nervousness came over him. Sharpening his mind onto the translucent box. "Line up all the changes for me." . [Affirmative] . -------- [Level:20/20] (Max!) [Host has 2/2 Choices for evolving dominant bloodline!] . [Layer(new): Low Emperor] [Emperor: Host has successfully advanced to the emperor layer. This will entitle with it the last physical changes internal energy will have on the body. Slowly preparing host to reach the upper echelon of the mortal state.] . [Source nucleus(new):????] --------- "I don''t know what the nuclei is, however, I surely will in due time." Michael looked over everything carefully. Not skipping anything as he silently scanned down. "Emperor, huh? Then let us strive for Exalted next! Continue!" ---------- . [Bloodline Combo] (-) [Stem Mass: 0%] [Stem Mass(new): A similarly seen energy source which helps mutate the body. However, unlike it''s counterpart, it now helps host mature bloodlines. All bio mass ingested will help develop [Stem Mass]. Storage is currently at 0%] . [Ancient bloodline categories unlocked!] . [Soaring Bloodline] (Recusant Condor: 100%) (Light Swan: 10%) [Light swan: A heavenly fowl only spoken of in legends. It is said to possess the power to bend the light around it, bringing forth plauges or blessings upon those below. It has the innate ability to bend light. [Light fall] . [Reptant Bloodline] (Dark drake: 100%) (Bermuda serpent: 10%) . [Dark drake: A fusion between an [Essence drake] and a [Shadow wyvern]. It does not possess the might of a real dragon, but it''s combat and sneaking prowers are of highest order. It has the innate ability to empower itself with surrounding shadows. [Shadow cloak]. . [Bermuda serpent: A snake said to watch over the islands of [Bermuda]. Guardians of the ancient portals that connect seperate worlds togheter. It has amazing physical strength, and is said to never have lost a battle of contact. It has the innate ability to magnify physical power [Multiplier]. . [Laniary Bloodline] (Kaberel Keiser:100%) (Devil Badger: 100%) . [Kaberel Keiser: The combination between a feline specie and a canine specie. Possessing the powers of both. It has an unmatched combat speed, and is said to effortlessly beat stronger foes with it''s swift and effortless movements. It has the innate ability to use water particles to boost it''s speed [Hydro boost]. . [Devil badger: One of the most cursed creature residing within the locked parts of [Bator]. Having a resilience which even rivals that of arch angels, and a wrath feared by even [Fiends]. It has the innate ability to turn it''s fur into sin infused shrapnel [Vice rippers]. . [Hominid Bloodline] (Hel''Ferner:100%) (Czar Beastlord: 100%) (Autrarion: 1%) . [Hel''Ferner: An unstable demonic being forcefully infused with the genetic codes of both primates and demons. An abomination of creation, said to forever crave the death of its makers (Lesser Gods Hel''nor and Chayah). It holds the innate ability to curse it''s cells, turning them into an unbreakable mass. [Cursed Limbs]. . [Czar beastlord: A noble race of humanoid beastmen who have been said to rule part of the [beast continent]. They possess unparalleled intellect, tactical accuracy, an enhanced learning ability and a desire to dominate. It has the innate ability to summon forth the ancestral powers of it''s predecessors. [Lycanthrope]. . [Autrarion: One of five overlord races of the northern universe. An astral being, holding close resemblance to humanoid demons, yet the noble qualities of angels. Said to have been birthed from the distorted space existing between worlds. But even with such a chaotic origin, they are tranquil and pure by nature. Autrarions possess the innate ability to bend fragments of the surrounding space with the help of their unstable genetic make-up. [Warp]. . [Springer Bloodline] (Pulsar Deer: 100%) (Lava Sprite Bull: 100%) . [Pulsar Deer: A heavnely strider holding close ties with a nature god. It has the power to freely traverse the world around, as it''s body is not bound by the shackles of space. Allowing it to exist between seperate realities. It has the innate ability to move at instantonues speeds. Legend says that some shooting star sightings are just one of these deers traversing through night. [Sky Stride]. . [Lava spirte bull: An animal fusion between an [Iron sprite] and a [Lava bull]. Possessing the qualities of the unbreakable sprite, and the biometric machine. Creating the perfect fusion of both, and turning this creature into a force to be reckoned with. It has the innate ability to sear it''s enemies into ash with a powerful charge. [Scorch charge]. . [Aphid Bloodline] (Arthropleura Centipede: 100%) . [Arthropleura Centipede: An extinct specie belonging to the [Arthropod] group or [Aphids] for short. Said to originate from a forgotten era. This group of animals was supposedly wiped away after an ancestor summoned forth the wrath of a [god of origin]. However, despite their disappearance, some [Aphids] are said to still exist. Hiding away within a locked plane far away. The [Arthropleura Centipede] has the innate ability to irradiate it''s exoskeleton, hemming all attacks constructed by energy. [Exoskeleton]. . Genetic storage: Vampire, Wood elf, shard Piranha(new), Bedrock hare(new). . ---------- Michael''s eyes almost popped out of his socket after finishing. Unable to fully process the might he had acquired. "And there is even more.." He gasped for a whole pocket of oxygen before continuing. Looking for a way to calm himself down. ---------- . [Innate ability] (+) [Innate abilites: Abilites innate to ones bloodline. They can be accessed freely, but the thinner ones bloodline, the less powerful they will be. Innate abilites can only be found within bloodlines naturaly able to reach the [Middle Grade] or higher. They are also further divided into [Emitting] types which manifest outside the body and [Enhancer] types which manifest on the body.] . [Emitter: Light fall, Air control, Shadow cloak, Hydro boost, Warp, Sky stride, Scorch charge, [Chimera]. . [Enhancer: Multiplier, Cursed Limbs, Vice rippers, Lycanthrope, Exoskeleton, [Chimera]. . [Chimera: Fuse and manifest the power of all genetic strands and bloodlines which reside within your body. Greatly magnifying your power. Works as both a skill and an innate power.] . ----------- . With a heavy torrent, Michael exhaled. Basking in the invisible light emitted by the translucent display while having a happy glow radiate from his eyes. "Amazing! Truly amazing! And last but not least." He rolled his vision downwards. Causing the display to continue scrolling and show him the most taboo part of his transformation. ---------- . [Skills: Combination of all non-innate abilites] . [Skills: Mad King''s Hammer, Aura Of The Five, Roar of The Quake, Immortal Regeneration, Breathless move, Cloak Of The Beast, Rubber Body, Valor''s Voice, Chimera] (Physique Theft) (Endless Evolution) (Source Drain(new) (Recreation(new) (Assimilation(new) . ---------- ''So my passive and active abilities have synchronized into skills which can aid me in inside and outside battle. Meanwhile, I have also gained another power category which is made up from my innate abilities.'' With an evident satisfaction, Michael stood up from Xalder''s corpse. Not planning to bother the dead any longer. ''The innate ability of this world''s creaturs... And I even hold the power to fuse them together.'' ''I must further study it.'' And as he balanced himself on his two beastly feet, Michael shut his eyes with the curtain like lids above. Most likely due to him once more running through his current progress. Sending all his new information through the wild river that was his nerves. Helping him both sharpen his spirit and dicipline his mind. ''Nunel, the land next to this one is my next stop. Let''s check the map Winter gave me for directions.'' He reopened his eyes again and hurriedly graced a set of silver markings eched onto one of his hardy index finger. Pulling out two objects through a glittering light which momentarily shone out. While still steadily rooted to the warm ground, Michael looked over both his hands which were currently gripping onto two seperate items. Anchoring them down with all ten of his saw like fingers. The first one was a rolled up sheet of blue paper. This was the magical map over the human continent. Giving him full view of every province and land. As for the other one, it was cylinder shaped container. Made from a type of white porcelain, and having several diverse sets of carvings run all over it''s body. He eyed both objects down. However, not long after pondering over which to split up first, his mind naturally seemed to wander over to the container. As this was something he irked to pry open from the first time he saw it. "Shouldn''t be too hard..." He gently put the sheet of paper under his armpit. Proceeding to lock both his claws onto the cylinder. And with a mocking smile, he poured his chaos energy into all ten of his thin fingers. Empowering not only the very essence of his cells, but also making the unstable power clatter against the white box. It only managed to hold on for a second before cracking appart. Shrieking desperately as the casing was smattered into powder. However, as Michael looked at the collapsing fragments fall, his smile abruptly faded away. Filling him with a complext set of feelings. For in between his hands laid a beautiful type of flower, closely resembling a rose. Having a green vine lined with several sharp thorns as it''s main body, and a gorgeous set of dark brown petals shooting off the top. Resembling a set of antlers. "What is this..?" He looked over the flower which at the current moment emitted a calming energy into his body. However, this soothing aura was incapable of removing the new dreadful pain which currently bore into his mind. Shaking it appart like a vase dropped from a plane. Quaking in fear when faced with the forces of reality. But sadly for him, the surprise was not over. For as he further scanned over the glowing green flower, he found another item attached to it. On it''s vine, tightly curled around like a wedding ring, rested a small piece of wrinkled paper. Seeming to have been desperately bound there by someone under deep pressure. Michael''s breathing accelerated with each passing second until reaching a sudden halt. Forcing him to continue his previous actions. He moved over one of his hands. Letting the rose rest on top of the now trembling palm. Trying his very hardest not to make the vine lose it''s balance and drop down. With an impatient and swift move, he plucked the piece of paper away from the vines embrace. Opening it with one of his fingers. The fibers of his long black nails graced against the material. Drawing it open with the generated friction that appeared during the moment of contact. And eventually, he managed to read the information contained within the fragment. However, what he found drained not only his face of all it''s life, but even made his body involuntarily stiffen as he absorbed himself in it''s existence. On the wrinkled white fold, a bundle of text was written. Eched down in what looked like a dried red compund. Threatening to break apart any moment. But depsite the material being of the lowest quality, it was arched down into the strands of white fibrous textile with a beautiful elegance. Mimicking the handwriting of a higher nobleman, yet imprisoning a horrid sense of guilt behind each word. Making them resonate even deeper within Michael''s soul. ---------- "I leave the rest to you, good brother." -J ----------- A short moment went by as he looked down at the paper slip. Staying where he was without moving. However, while he silently stood there, a relentless burst of wind suddenly knocked into his body. Causing the flower in his hand to fall onto the ground. it''s departure seemed to snap him out of whatever state of mind he was in, making the him refocus his attention onto unmoving green wand. And with a thud, Michael fell forwards. Throwing himself down on the weak soil as to shield the frail rose with his entire body. Holding onto it with his entire being. "Forgive me." His entire frame crackled togheter, and his muscles mindlessly contract. Reaching a degree where they even became visible from beneath the stretched fur seared onto most of his skin. Wanting to break loose from his constraints. His face then rippled up. Birthing a web of dark blue strings which now ran over all his exposed skin. Curling and intersecting into each other before finally reaching the corners of where his hide formed. "Forgive me for doubting you." Michael bit his sharp teeth down in a vengeful anger directed at himself. Grinding the white pillars of sharpened bio steel against each other whilst he reminisced of the last moments he spent with Jenkins. And right there, in a sequence played from within the depths of his mind, a moment was recorded. The instance where his body had been slammed away by the unknown corrosive force which previously plauged him. "Yes, that is it." He seemed to gain a grip after finding the archived memory. Making it replay itself the moment the last traces of the foreign essence vanished. Engraving it''s very scent into his fibers and cells. Forcing his body to remember its nature and feel. "No matter who you are, No matter where you go..." His bones almost broke under the pressure excluded by his flesh. Even going to such a point where you could hear it break appart under the pure physical strength. "Know that from this moment on, you, and all the ones you love are no longer safe." Michael''s voice contorted itself like a broken speaker. Twisting and bending as the yellow slits inside his eyes turned dark red. Transformed by the chaos energy inside him moving without any restraints. Overflowing to the point of leakage. "Know that I will one day find you." Even his fur started to glow. Radiating with the familiar red light found inside his dark eyes. Lighting up his surroundings like a bright flare during it''s activation. "That I will hunt you." His burning hide then started to burst with noise, as bolts of red lighting shot out to his sides. Sparkling through loudly as they hit the barren earth. Turning every patch struck down by its gorgeousness into a scorched bundle of steaming black powder. "And when your life is held between my hands, I promise." And so, Michael finished his oath. Releasing himself from the vengeful shackles which encased his body in their cold aura. Giving him another purpose to seek completion and perfection. "I will, without fail, strike you down whilst subjecting you to the most unimaginable and vicious sea of torment possible." His body then burst with power. Sending a shockwave made up from the unstable primal force of disorder everywhere but on the rose below him. Burning into the already mutilated wilderness, and further the pushing the ruined piece of land towards tge gates of hell ..... Far away from Michaels position, in a land too different from the one he was in, laid a barrent rotten forest. The trees were green and soggy, the air was crusty and polluted, and the animals there were all beyond anything one would ever imagine. As it was a breeding ground for the most abominable spawns of this world. Yet, also working like a prison. And within this hell, you would at this point in time find two figures currently talking to each other. Standing in the embrace of the rotten shadows created from all the broken branches above. "What of the boy?" From inside the fallen sea, a gentle aged voice echoed. Seeming to come from a set of hovering red dots. Floating next to an item resembling an empty wine glass of sorts. And before these two ted bolts stood a familiar body of smoke. Having a set of similar green bulbs soften up to it while also bowing down with a submissive aura. "Forgive me, my lord. But I was only able to get that traitorous elf." However, this sorry display did not garnish any affection from the first speaker. And not long after they finished the short exchange, the red eyes of the dominant figure lit up. Seemingly getting charged up by the newfound embers of annoyance. Manifesting a desire to punish the incompetent imbecile which was bowing before it. Striking him down like a stray bolt of lightning rampaging down from the sky. But right before the red lanters burst appart from wrath, an unfamiliar object rolled over from within the cloud of dark smoke. Unaffected by the corrosive powers it supposedly held. It was a broken purple orb, littered with cracks and ripples. Created by some sort of heavy physical impact which, by looks alone, seemed to have been done by a heavy impact. The darts of red noticed it the incomplete orb and forcefully calmed down. Trying to gain a hint of satisfaction through a faint memory associated with the broken bundle of dim glass. "I see. Anyhow, we shouldn''t need to worry. The family of that banished vampire started to follow up on our tracks. You are to monitor their progress and give aid if necessary." The aged voice grew a little satisfied as he reminded himself of his new allies and the unexpected course of action. It was grand indeed, and to this splendid suprise, he found himself giving off a weak chuckle before fading back into the woods. Letting his laughter naturally dissipate after taking his leave. The green eyed individual, or rather, the one tasked to hunt Michael breathed a sigh of relief. Enjoying the fact of him still possessing his life, and that he wasn''t required to do any more heavy lifting or clean-ups. However, just as the one inside the mist took a moment of peace, his eyes suddenly spun around like an overcharged carousel. Running over the surrounding area with the natural glow. ''What was that...?'' He wasn''t completely able to identify what this weird sense of urgent danger was, and only managed to read it as an unfamiliar itch that suddenly started to plauge him. Causing a ruly shower of discomfort to scratch against the individuals very existence. ''Must be the after effects of the attack.... After all, I still haven''t healed yet.'' Without any better guess, he tried brushing the ich off. Assembling all his concentration onto his hurting left arm. Most likely meditating on the burning phantom pain generated by the loss of a limb. ''Your efforts in protecting the invader was useless. Blame but yourself for your foolish death, High elf.'' And without anything left for him there, the dark smoke also retracted into the fallen sea of green. Not casting another instance of worry to what he was unable to find the origin of. 69 Chimera "I sadly vaporized the remains of the Mr and Mrs duo by accident... But who cares! I got that weird space demon bloodline, so it''s my win." At this moment in time, Michael could be found traversing through a densly packed sea of trees. Having appeared within his sight after fleeing from the lifless wasteland which had suffered both Andevs judgement, and his own wrath. "Well, this place is actually rather nice. When was the last time I journeyed through such a rich landscape?" The forest he had entered was filled with both ancient brisk trees. Holding a profound knowledge within their roots, and a multitude of fresh herbs and flowers around them. Peacefully spread near the nearby trunks within some naturally spawned bushes. Filling the air with a strong fossile stench. But even as he looked over the wilderness with veneration, Michael did not show it any respect. Always scanning it with his bestial senses in hopes of picking up any passing creatures. ''Damn, why can''t I ever find something? Have I become like a natural insect repellent only for animals?'' His face formed into a begrudging frown. Showcasing the discontent with this sudden turn in his progress. "Let me check Winter''s map again..." However, even with a visible yet light anger, Michael carefully stroked one hand over his index finger. Caressing a set of white runes embeded in the skin, which then emitted a weak silver light as a response. Sending out a rolled up, blue sheet of paper into his beastly hand belonging to the [Czar Beastlord]. "Now, let''s see here..." He flickered it open with one of his dark fingers. Pulling on the fabric with the innate resistance generated whenever one of his nails skimmed past it. It slowly unfolded before his slit yellow pupils. Displaying it''s hidden content with a cooperative response. And on the rough paper, holding the texutre of leather, same in size as a large textbook, laid a clear painting. It contained one massive brown and green rock. Filling in most of the space available, yet leaving the edges outlined by a blue halo which coiled around it like a serpent. Most likely representing the surrounding sea. As for the rock, or rather, the shrunken image supposedly representing the human continent, was split up into five portions. Unevenly cut appart with a bunch of haggard lines. Symbolizing the borders set between the pieces of land or as he was told, "territories" . Meanwhile, the remaining content mostly consisted of several small boxes of text, randomly jumbled across the entire fabric like a dead colony of ants. Naming every single town and village that would appear on ones journey. "It''s a little hard to read. However, with my vision, such minor tasks do not even come close to a challenge." he kept going over the map like a hawk. Setting his sight on a dark red dot appearing inside the greenest territory, found closest to the blue ring flowing around the outer layer. It symbolizing his own position like a high-tech GPS. "Just as I expected. Torvel, the place I currently reside within lies closest to the sea. So the further I get to the center, or the other side of the map, the more prosperous the surroundings will get?" ''Should I mabye head out to the coastline and see how the seafood of this world tastes? Nah, let''s save that for when I go visit the other continents.'' Torvel was most certainly the less developed part of this world, as most of it was covered in the eternal forest birthed from the remains of Cernunnos. The fallen nature god which Jenkins had told him about. Slaying in battle against an unkown foe. However, these lingering contemplations about the origin of this rainforest sized landmass did not remain for long. Quickly fading away while he brought up a more pressing set of thoughts. ''I should hit the border to [Nunel] in a couple of days. This time could likely be cut short by turning into a bird of sorts and fly over. But I really want to find some more bloodlines...'' Michael felt sour whenever he thought about the lack of wildlife appearing in his path. Unable to grasp why this curse followed him. "You know what? It''s whatever. On the map, there is supposedly a town not too far away from me. I can just satisfy my curiosity with whatever livestock they got there..." ''Wait, they might have a have a butcher shop! Oh sweet honey and raindbows, this better be good." Determination filled his every fiber. Charging him up as he settled out to the texbox resting closest to his position. However, just as he was about to step forward, he stopped. Remembering a crucial detail he almost forgot. "Dammit! I can''t just wander in looking like some noble monster now, can I?" His thoughts ran at full speed, finding a solution to his unexpected dispute. But they did not last long. For he managed to find a solution rather quickly, giving him an idea for how to proceed. In an instant, he sent forth a command originating from the combined forces made up of his mind and body. Balancing the opposing forces into his soul, and wielding them togheter as one. Perfectly synchronizing the three. This was the procedure to activate his [Spirit]. The invisible field covering every organism. Controlling the size and minor details of ones physique. Granting a minor insurance against external influences that had the potential to make cells rapidly multiply or space up, while also protecting the soul by another layer. Shielding it from energy radiation and [Soul attacks] which had the probability to affect it. Mortals would usually be unable to use the [Spirit] to morph their body, only every managing to increase in size through the help of painful techniques, rigorous exercise of both it and the body, or through the use of physically enhancing spells. As this medium was rather hard to tap into and control by even the most skilled warrior. The reason it was so painstakingly difficult to freely manipulate was because it did not encompass ones visual ability alone, being directly influenced by [Rule of three]. The mind, the body and the soul. The seperate factors which made up a three dimensional organism. Only being moldable when gaining an acute discipline and power in each of the them. [A/N: Will go more detailed through the rule of three later in the story.] However, accessing it was not that hard for a freak like Michael. For his [Spirit] had been pushed and strengthened to an unfathomable degree several times over by now. All thanks to his promptly bursts of physical and spiritual growth. Making it not only easier to detect, but also turning it relatively malleable. "HAAA!!" With one, thunderous roar, resounding through the tightly knit woodland like the bellow of a prideful lion, he activated it.Causing the red fur on his body to blacken in color and then smoothen out like a shirt. Swiftly moving over to the next steps the instant he finished. Continuing on as he absorbed parts of his sharp long ears back into his skull and then more well rounded. The process did not cease even once. Speedily shrinking his body down while grinding his joints togheter. Finally finishing up with a set of grotesque sound emitted from his nails jamming themselves down into his nail roots. This procedure was definitely excruciatingly painful. But it clearly yielded some promising results. Granting Michael with with his young, average facial features, black hair, and lean muscular frame. All covered up by a compact black layer of loose hide. Sheltering every body part expect the head, hands and feet. "Wait! My eyes!" However, despite his efforts, he remembered one thing thatvwas not so easy to tangle with. That being his black viscera and vertically slit pupils. Giving him the look of a possessed psychopath. "This is taxing work for only a presentable appearence... They better have pizza in this world, or someone''s gonna have their bloodline purged!" Clearly, the agitation left behind by his incapacity to find new sources of power kept affecting his mood. But even so, he exhaled once to calm himself down. Proceeding with a solution for his visual problem. "System, show me the [chimera] ability description." ---------- [Chimera: Fuse and manifest the power of all genetic strands and bloodlines which reside within your body. Greatly magnifying your power. Works as both a skill and an innate power.] ---------- The netrual voice shot into his brain like a sizzling spark generated from a shorting circuit. Imprinting itself in his mind like a stained piece of dried cloth. "Which bloodline has the most ''human-like'' eyes?" . [The [Recusant Condor] and [Devil badger]''s vicera, iris and pupils hold the closest similarities.] . [Does host wish for Blue or Orange Irises?] . "Just give me blue. I would seem less threatening that way, as humans tend to subconsciously calm down whenever they see that color." ---------- [Chimera Activated!] ---------- And with his answer, both eyes morphed. Turning light blue, or a darker azure color. These new set of pearls residing in his sockets not only finished the presentable transformation, but also granted him with a peculiar gaze. It left him with the distant feel of a gentle boy, yet the direct glare of a carnivorous bird. His vision even seemed to adjust to the change, getting more farsighted and accurate. Allowing him to unexpectedly follow the smallest droplets of moisture crawling down from the surrounding bushes and leaves. Even managing to make out the plants vascular tissue which transported nutrients through its body. Shaped in the form of a spiney set of veins. The enhanced sense of perception greatly surprised him. Easing his indifferent anger with an evil chuckle born out from the natural satisfaction generated whenever he learned something new. "Fascinating. But if I remember correctly, there still is one problem. Did Jenkins not once say that I exluded something similar to a beastly aura?" This last step was the only thing he didn''t manage to change. However, it did not bother him much. Just making him grunt a little while twitching his pink cheeks. Inhaling a cluster of fresh air reeking with the hint of a vegetarian grass smoothie. Turning to regain his netrual mood. "Well, a bunch of trash shouldn''t be able to unravel my disguise. Time to go!" Michael then curled his map into a pillar of fabric while examining the now visible silver ring resting on his finger. Pricking it with one of the knuckles belonging to the other occupied hand. Pulling out the [Vered Panther Robe] Jenkins had got for him when they were still at the Bell academy. Whirling it around his entire frame like a carpet, and letting the black and red cope drape down to his shins. Giving him the look of a traveling pilgrim. Or perhaps a beggar depending on the person''s point of view. Anyhow, as he was now fully equipped to communicate with other people, an exploiting grin eched itself over his moist red lips. Flashing into the surrounding space alongside a mellow chant he nefariously whispered. Gliding out from in between his milky white teeth, and slipping into the atmosphere like an abused kite. "Innate ability: Sky Stride!" From within the insides of his body, residing within the nucleus of his cells, and even reaching down to the remote location where his mitochondria layed, the stored DNA of the [Pulsar Deer] flared up. Undeniably stimulated from his will. As this genetic information was exerted, the very essence of it''s structure intuitively integrated into Michael''s bloodstream. Branching out through his mutated genome which was constructed by the power fragments previously bound to the fallen origin gods. Merging with it whilst answering his expended desire. And just then, in the outside world, Michael felt a powder-like substance secrete from his pores. Leaving his skin, and petruding from his body like of visible aura. Manifesting in the form of a translucent blue cloak of fire, and curling around his figure like a giant python. Almost turning him into a poltergeist swallowed by the luster of a holy photogenic light. The brilliance it defused gave it a similar appearance to stardust. However, it would be more accurate to describe it as a sentient cloud of glitter, warmly embracing his entire figure like a loving mother. He glared at the twinkling particles with an astonished and thrilled expression. After all, his vision was much better now. Making him more susceptible to the virtuosity released by each lustrous blue grain. Sadly, Michael did not manage to witness how the radiating dust cloud blended into his predatory blue irises, and imparting him with the presence of an extraterrestrial. "This is truly magnificent...." He tried rasing one of his engulfed hands to see how the stardust would react. And to his suprise, it loyally followed every movement made by his limb. Sticking onto it like dried glue. Even sending out a rainbow of blue neon to trail behind. Slowly dispersing like a waterfall of shimmering ash raining down from above. Outshining even the natural rays emitted from the sun. ''Whenever I feel these sparkles of dust dance over me, I gain this feeling of weightlessness. As if my body temporarily severs it''s connection to this world''s gravitational pull.'' Michael stood there for a couple of seconds. Engraving and adjusting to the aura of freedom now strung to his body. "Good! Now, time to..." However, just as he finished adapting to this new foreign state, the silver ring coiled around his left indext finger started to tremble. Shaking like a hut exposed to an earthquake. "What the hell?!" He felt the sudden wave of violent vibrations run from the depths of the magical metal and down into his finger. Quaking against the bones of his hand, and threatening to rupture his blood vessels. Although his body had been greatly enhanced by now, this was a somewhat agonizing to so abruptly be subjected to. Engraving a deep frown on Michael''s face, and making him spit out in bewilderment. "Did I do something?" However, as he contemplated about wethever he had broken it or not, it suddenly gave of a weak silver light. Evident that something was being retrieved from it. ''Jesus christ.....did I perhaps break it by accident?'' But Michael was only able to watch as the shorting spark of light dissipated. Presenting him with the item that had caused the painful tremors to attack his finger. "What the hell?!" Before his figure, hovering over the palm of his hand, stood a mighty and gorgeous rose with petals in the shape of stag antlers. It brimmed with a powerful life force, flowing over Michael''s skin like hot water, and empowering the surrounding plant life with it''s very presence. This was the [Horned rose]. Michael had put it in his storage ring after having forcefully burst appart it''s previous contianer. Finding no other way to safely transport it other than with this method. He didn''t really know why it acted up, and as so, he just tried to throw it back into the ring. Reaching out to it with one of his hands engulfed by the aura of stardust. "Sorry, but you''ll have to stay there until I find a better place to put you." But just as he came into contact with the rough, thorny vine of the majestic flower, he was once more left surprised. The moment he graced it with both his and the glimmering neon flame, the rose innately gave of a shiver. Radiant out a green glow before turning into a flickering golden powder. Entering Michael''s body through the tip of his fingers. Being absorbed through his membrane like cold water poured into a dry patch dirt. Synchronizing with the beat of his heart, and integrating with the DNA of the magical deer. Both appaled by the turn of events, and thrown into an aghast state from the flower''s disappearance, Michael was left stare in awe as he was unable to find any logical reason behind what had happened. Going over to carefully examine his body, and starting to look for probable reasons for the flower''s reaction. ''Was it mabye due to the Pulsar Deer''s innate ability?'' However, despite his thoughts, he could never be completely certain about something he did not have documented evidence of. Leaving him with only some hypotheses to comfort himself with. "Whatever... I will make sure to look further into this later. There doesn''t even seem to be any physical or spiritual changes, so I''ll just go." And with his mind settled, Michael accurately turned his gaze towards a specific direction. Proceeding to tighten the muscles in his legs, and swiftly depart from his current location. Flying off into the horizon like a falling star streaking through the empty void. Unbound by the fabric of space. 70 Travelers Den Far up in the damp cascade of the heavens, at the level where patches of marshmallow shaped mist pastured across. A foreign object could be seen sailing away. This object looked like a seperate blue cloud. Leaving behind a trail of glittering ash as it rigidly flew towards the horizion. It would sometimes fall down, descending towards the earth. Yet the next moment, it could be seen ascending. Suddenly shooting through the bed of white yarn above. As if pulled back by some sort slingshot. This bundle of shimmering star fire was no one other than Michael. Elegantly thrusting off into the distance with the help of the two abilites. The first was the [pulsar deers] gravity weakening aura. Whilst the next was the [Kabirel Keiser''s] innate power called [Hydro boost]. Granting him not only enhanced movement speed whenever his skin was subjected to a thick enough bundle of liquid, but also turning any clouds he came across into ramps. Helping him keep a steady altitude while also a sufficient momentum. However, abruptly out of nowhere, he stopped hitting the white pillows loyally waiting for him. Releasing his water boost and giving in to the wind''s natural embrace. Letting the glittering neon trail behind his hastily descending figure. And so, like a streaking meteorite, he fell. Diving head first towards the apperance an enlargening ant colony that was the ground. Greedily feasting upon the high generated by adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins. While he continued to advance, the atmospheric particles residing in the sky suddenly started to assult his body like an army of wasps. Eventually going over to slam against his face. Relentlessly pounding it like a sentient rain vomiting out golfball sized shards of ice. Dragging across the pores on his exposed skin, firm black hair and the fibers of his dark robe. Even going as far as to bombard his ears with a flickering noise similar to the one created by a beaten carpet. ''This is what I needed.'' Surprisingly, Michael intentionally did this. Savoring every moment of his reckless descent. Bathing in the thrill created from the feeling of unrestrained freedom. But this was not something he would usually do. In fact, he had never felt this kind of need, so where did it come? Well, it was the lingering instinct found within the [Pulsar Deer''s] genes. Getting activated and melded into Michael''s body after he stimulated them. Usually, these kinds of desires would be supressed, or only ever having minor influences on his behavior. Like his current dominant bloodline, the [Czar Beastlord], which he almost had completely under his control. Or that''s what he thought. For despite possessing such a robust mental fortitude and immovable will, he never managed to completely purge the instinctive afflictions plaguing the genetic strands of all animals. That was an unchangeable fact, as editing DNA to such a degree was far beyond his current ability. He may not be willing to admit to this. However, what he thought did not matter. Evidently shown by his constantly changing behavioural pattern. For example, a while back, when still in possession of the [Hel''Slakter] Bloodline, he had never once felt the urge to eat humans. Only ever finding such wantings when using [Aspect of the Tained]. However, it must be noted that this transformation ability literally turned him into the epitome of a predator. Severing the strings binding the unconscious choices he made. Making him unable to find a reason not to devour the weak. But it did not stay locked within the transformation for long. As later on, after gaining the [Czar beastlord], he was left thinking that there were only physical changes which manifested on his body. However, he was wrong. For what Michael was powerlesss to see was that his diet, which slowly began to be dominated by human meat, could be traced back to the Beatlord''s traits carefully integrating into his brain. Going unnoticed by even himself who mistakenly thought it was his own conscious decision. Showing just how susceptible he was to the mental impacts. This statement could also be further strengthened by another supplementary fact. That being him never intentionally choosing to feast upon a human while sane. Only jumping on the opportunity after snapping. An unmistakable truth solidified by the grotesque death of the [Metal Shrine]''s messenger who tried abducting him. [A/N: Remember the knight who stabbed Jingwei and cracked his mind? Yeah, that guy.] And as time continued, this yearning for human flesh completely manifesting after he crushed the light left behind by Marss. Unknowingly embracing the feral hunger that would never be satiated. There was also a reason why he would pick humans as the ideal dish. That being because of the [Czar beast kin], as usually called within the beast continent, being a man eating race. Capable of devouring anything, yet especially savoring the blood of man. Their natural enemy which had been fought since primal times. However, the dominant bloodline was not the only thing able to bend his mood. For whenever he accessed a beast''s innate ability or manifest it''s traits, something similar would occur. After all, these powers were the lines of code created by not only their genetic information, but also from the characteristics each specie held. All coming togheter and etching themselves into every cell in his body. But although Michael had his speculations, it did not matter at this current moment. Only focusing on the thundering winds thrashing against his body like hundreds of sledgehammers. Persistently increasing in intensity until he saw the splinters of grassy soil steadly grow more discernable. And right when he was about to crash, Michael spun around. Kicking his legs towards the earth in one swift movement and knocking both feet into it. You would almost expect him to sink like a nail when banging into the soft vegetation. However, the blue neon aura coiling around his body immidetly discharge the kinetic energy. Sending it into the enclosed terrain via a seismic shockwave. Producing an ailing tremor which quickly scattered. And as such, he was left unaffected. Quickly ceasing to use his power and then satisfiedly walk off into the woods. Slightly smiling while thinking of his grandiose stride. ''It''s very similar to the strider''s step ability. However, I would put this in a tier far above it. I wonder, could I possibly use it as an offensive ability?'' ''Also, I should fully test out all the innate abilites before I run over the border. The woods here will grant me with a sufficient cover." But he did not dwell on these thoughts for long. Pulling out the map from his ring and flicking it open. Glaring at the dark text nearing his marked figure. Easily making out each word despite the sun beginning to pull down. "This place, the [Traveler''s Town] is not too far away from my location. I should be able to reach it by foot." Without considering much else, Michael swiftly put away the portrait. Following up by exercising the muscles in his enhanced feet and legs. Further tightening the grip his toes and heels had to the moist vegetation and then arching forwards. "Three, no.... Two minutes at max." An unhesitating glint flashed past Michael''s voracious azure irises. And as it slowly faded into the background of his bony white viscera, he pushed the tension in his legs to the limit. Contracting every muscle fiber like individual sets of springs and then abruptly releasing them all at the same time. Proceeding to blast off while leaving behind a deafening rumble in his wake. Rattling against the encompassing flora like a gass tank going off in a dense bush. ..... From within the depths of the woodland where Michael traveled, at the very end of the direction he followed, a tranquil settlement laid embedded. This was a village that had become a gathering place for all those who roamed the infinite woodland of Torvel. Either going on journeys, pilgrimages, adventures or on entirely different assignments altogether. But although some would call it a village, it certainly wouldn''t be comparable to one. Having a much more distinct appearence, reminiscing of a small town. There were both regular farmers and merchants living here. All bundled together within a horde of aged oak houses and towers. Filling the township with both your average shops, venders and barns. Not exluding any one sight. Not counting in nobels of course, who were quite rare in this part of the world. However, all of these wooden buildings that shot up like rouge straws of wheat were all cramped away. Protected with an insurance provided by a set of tall rails coiling around the property like a giant snake. Shielding it from the stray beasts that wandered the woods and making sure that every visitor was checked before entering. As for this moment in time, Michael could be found Intently staring up at the rangy barrier. Hiding within a rug made up of some lively trees covering his figure like umbrellas. Eyeing down the entrance carved on it''s base. It was guarded by two knights wearing a custom made set of rusty headless iron armour. both having a type of brown pelt on their shoulders and thighs. Most like nailed down into the plating. Was it perhaps placed there to hinder the cold shock of the night? "Who gives a shit. I feel a little thirsty, so let''s get something to drink." Michael then proceeded to walk out of the embrace given by the beaming pillars of bark and leaves. Quickly making his way towards the opening. However, as he suddenly walked out, both the knights turned towards him. Unowingly showing an expression of mild surprise. "Halt!" One of them stepped forwards after he came close enough. Lifting up his hand and pressing his palm at Michael''s location. "If you wish to enter then pay up. The entrance fee is ten bronze." His voice was mature and hardy. Sadly, it was muffled by a cowl he wore. Removing any threatening aura he should try to give off. That is, if you managed to ignore the battle hardened brown eyes and thick brows. But Michael didn''t bother about this. Just stopping up and staring right back at him with an impatiant look. Quickly proceeding to stretch his hand towards the silver ring resting on his finger, but not breaking eye contact from the knight''s woody irises for a second. However, something weird seemed to have happened. For as he was about to touch his ring and retrieve some gold coins, he noticed the man''s pupils abruptly shrink to the point of almost vanishing. Then stumbling backwards as he awkwardly laughed. Shakenly dismissing him with a nervous stutter. "Ha..Haha! I....I was just joking..!! You don''t have to pay!!" Michael couldn''t quite understand why he would just blatantly let him go like this. Even going as far as to step the side and give him space. Signaling the other guard to not interfere with his hand. He didn''t find a reason to bother with it, as even if they saw through his cover, it would only spell their own doom. And as such, he accepting this kind gesture with a suspicious smile. Gently proceeding to walk on down the entrance with his bare feet. Clasping against the wet grass balancing his body. ''What a weird guy. Anyhow, I bet they have Inn''s in this world. Getting a drink and a lodging would be ideal for my stay here." And so, he walked through the entrance. Stolling off down. However, behind him, the knight who previously asked him to pay the entrance fee, could now be seen on the verge of passing out. Having all color drained from his face and a lingering vibration residing within his legs. His colleague didn''t understand what he was doing. Trying to find a reason to blame. Perhaps the passing boy was a famed nobleman or lord? But that guess was far from the truth. Evident by the horrid nightmare the first guard had just experienced. No matter what, he kept remembering the moment he met the boy''s gaze. Forcefully memorizing each detail into the back of his mind through a hot iron brand sizzling with despair. Yes, it became ever more memorable when the brand stimulated it. Fully making him relive the dismay. It started when he first looked into Michael''s eyes, interlocking with his line of sight. First when that weird feeling invaded his soul. Giving him the desire to make trouble for this passing young man. No, more precisely, it was a weird chaotic aura which muddled with his mind. Birthing a set of hostile feelings for the cloaked boy. Causing him to try and arrogantly sink his killing intent into the guy''s mind as a scare. But mabye the kid noticed his ploy? As the moment he tried to insert it, another foreign energy pulverized it alongside part of his consciousness. However, this one was much more different than the first chaotic fluctuations. For this was the hunger arising from the thirsty shine sparkling inside Michael''s eyes. Contianing within it the [Recusant Condor]''s yearning for nutrition. Managing to weakly manifest inside his radiating irises. And the knight, who was about to make trouble for him, clearly felt it. As right when he wanted to pressure the unblinking stones shut, an illusion invaded his mind. It sendt him off to a dark world covered in mist. Where the only existing light came from two giant blue lanters radiating from above. Leaking out a heavy and unmatched craving for food. Almost symbolizing a predator waiting to ferociously punce should any passing organism lower their guard. This abrupt fear was similar in texture to a bucket of acid. Melting away not only his fabricated distain, but also another ten years from his life span, as the corrosive powder of stress was both sprinkled over his eyeballs and on his brain. Decaying them both. And so, he suddenly fell to his knees while Michael entered the gate. Alarming his companion who immediately ran over and called to him. However, despite the efforts for contact, he did not budge. Stiffly sitting there while thoughtlessly hugging himself. Rasping his plated gauntlets against the hide covering his upper arms. Persisting in a mindless stammering which further pushed him towards the edge of insanity. "Ha...Haha..ha...haha... I...I was just...just joking.... Ha...haha...ha..." ..... Michael swiftly entered the main part of the town. Walking onto the rocky pavement with his bare feet. Tripping across while intently looking around. That and of course, Ignoring the hostile gazes the passering people would give him. This place was almost like a substandard avenue. Containing a few outlets and individual residences. Most likely a combined set of shops, resturants, lodgings and barns. ''Let''s not be picky then...'' He kept on moving deeper, drawing in both every detail of this landscape while also breathing in the dusty air. Circulating the heavy smell of old cloth and rust through his odorant receptors and into his lungs. Tasting the famished atmosphere with every sense he had. Inhaling it alongside the fragrance of dusk mingling with it''s scent. Proceeding to pushing any gravel that my try to stop him through the use of his hardy feet. Finally stopping up when he felt the night slowly engulf the land. Finding a desire to once more lay in a bad, as that was something he hadn''t done in a while. And right then, Michael stopped in his tracks. Finding himself looking up at what he guessed was a type of lofty inn. Sincerly signed with the name of [The Traveler''s Den]. From the outside it looked rustic and warm. Having most of its outer rim made from a darkened type of hardwood. Holding a shine akin to that found in an oiled plank. It had a row of blurry windows covering the bottom and top, forcing one to go inside if wishing to look. However, despite the fuzzy display, there was a clear light excluding through the lower part. Eminating an aura of indifference and silent which was manifested in the glass fibers. ''This looks like an ideal place to settle for now." He didn''t wait for long and swiftly walked up the the front. Pushing against the old metal door deeply imbeded into the material. It gave off a creak as it opened, radiating out a hoarse shriek while he slowly got a look of the inside. As he entered, Michael was first greeted by a strong aura of discomfort and alcohol. Slamming against his body like a heavy wave of sea water. Causing a shallow, yet unnoticeable frown to cover his forhead. Second was a black haired maiden nonchalantly standing behind the old counter. Not even gazing at him as he walked in and only seeing to clean a glass with her handkerchief. As for the rest, that would be the drunkards whispering amongst themselves to the sides. Not making any efforts to acknowledge his presence. The interior was very familiar to the outside in its quality. Aged and glossy. Some old tree logs support the upper floor and the broken lights attached to them. The walls were decorated with a set of mounted animal heads belonging to some normal beasts, though most have become worn and broken, given the place a slightly creepy feel. ''I like this atmosphere!'' No one to bother him? And no cliche old man begging for trouble? He could definitely stay her. And so, Michael made his way over to the bartender resting a short distance before him. Tapping his naked feet onto the creaking wood floor without hurry. Making sure to hold his pace alongside the fading squeaks. "How much for one night?" As he arrived, Michael leaned over to the counter while looking up at the tall woman. Her looks were rather average, most likely reaching her thirties. She ceased to assult the dirty glass in her hand the moment he spoke. Looking over at him with a lackluster energy dripping from her gentle blue eyes. "I am not for sale, but ten silver for one cycle and twelve if you want breakfast and dinner included." Her voice was mellow yet steady, containing a nature you would similarly find in glass she previously worked on. ''How much was ten silver coins worth in gold again?'' But Michael didn''t take note of anything other than the prize. Sliding one finger over his ring and retrieving a gold coin. "Any room is fine. Also, while you are at it, pass me something to drink. Doesn''t matter what. And yes, keep the change." She looked a little suprised by the gold coin. However, it would seem that his emotionless reaction was more impactful, as many people would usually hit on her the moment they entered. But either way, she had a good impression of who she expected to be some type of nobleman. Instantly ceasing her carfree attitude for a secons. The maiden then retrieved a set of keys from behind her counter. Pulling them up alongside some type of bottled drink. "Straight up the stairs. End of the hallway." After he registered what she said, Michael broke their line of sight and hurriedly walked up the set of stairs resting nearby. Silently traversing them, and ending up in dim hallway lit up by only some candles resting near each entrance. The flickering dots of fire seemed rather off actually, as if they functioned as individual set of eyes. However, he didn''t mind them much. Continuing towards the end of the corridor where his room was. And eventually, he reached it. Preparing to push it open. But just then, a weird feeling krept up on his back. Almost as if someone tried pocking his spine with a needle. And with his sharp senses stimulated, he swiftly spun around. Gracing every corner of this wooden hallway with his predatory vision. Strangely unable find anything. ''Rather weird really, I felt a little funny for a second..'' However, even as he tried to remember the foreign feeling, he turned back towards his room. Letting his thoughts pass by as he opened the door and entered. ''Did someone just look at me?'' His door slammed shut after he entered. Locking behind his back. But just as he left, from behind his disappearing body, you would almost be able to make out an agonizing smile. Not from a figure, but from the very inside of the walls. ... And so, Michael entered his room. It was rather plain, contianing one bed with a lantern next to it, a half fallen desk and a matching chair. Even having one of those blurry windows near it all. He didn''t waste any time and just threw himself onto the bed while placing his drink onto the desk. Sprawling widely out while looking for the most comfortable position. Mumbling about his current progress. "I haven''t really slept in a while. Is it mabye due to the Czar Beastlord?" And to his suprise, the system answered his question without a need to ask. Popping up a translucent texbox before him. . [Czar Beastlord: Humanoid beastmen who hunt for the thrill of it. They love a challenge, and have been known to stay awake for weeks until finding a worthy prey to hunt. Only ever resting after digesting it.] . He looked over the informative text. Not completely sure of why it appeared, yet still managing to remember something Jenkins told him. "Did he not once say that it gets worse as you progress? Then why give me these random explanations about things I don''t know?" . [Host has been granted limited access by [Source Nucleus:????]. . ''So it''s Andev''s doing? Makes sence then.. But I want an explanation for this more than the beastlord...'' "System, my status." ---------- [Level:20/20] (Evolve?) (Y/N) [Layer: Low Emperor] [Core Nucleus] (+) . [Physique] (+) [Bloodline Combo] (+) [Stem Mass: 0%] . [Essence] (+) [Magic Spells] (+) [Battle arts] (+) . [Innate Abilities] (+) [Skills] (+) [Titles] (+) . ---------- He looked over every category. Carefully eyeng down each one until ending at the bottom. "I haven''t really checked my titles, have I?" ----- [Titles] (-) BETRAYED/KILLER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID/GEMINI/KINDLED/DISTORTED SOUL/???/??? ----- Michael felt his eyes shrink a little after it popped open. Remembering how he got each one. Reminiscing of the distant past which he had cleared away with an unrestrained slaughter. However, there was one he looked at. One that really seemed to bother him. --- [GEMINI:A Title granted to those who have fused two compatible souls togheter. Decreases energy needed to cast magic and use abilities.] --- He finished reading it in one breath. Following it up by a heavy sighed while thinking of a boy he once knew. "Does it even work with Marss gone? Can''t really check, as my new chaos energy seems to be limitless." However, from the depths of his eyes, a strong glow of resolution resonated. Remembering the promise he made. "I can go look for his mom after finishing my main task. Not like anyone''s gonna complain..." "But for now, let me try and test some of the innate abilities. And after that, let''s check out the battle arts." And so, Michael rouse up from the stiff bed. Beginning to access he wide row of genetic information residing in his body. ... However, as Michael began to practice, a scene currently unfolded far away from him. It was one contained inside the borders of Torvel, yet seeming to be within an entirely different world altogether. This was a land made of eternal autumn. Where the sky had the unchanging tint of dawn, the clouds being as green as spring grass, and there being two yellow suns hovering above. Illuminating the infinite dessert of fallen vegetation. And within this wasteland of dead plant life, a massive structure potruded up. It was the size of an old castle, even holding the ancient features found on one. However, it did not share it''s shape. For it was a colossal fossilized deer corpse. lodged within the soil like a rusted metal fence being thrown down in a river of quicksand. It''s bones and antlers were cracked and decayed, being dark white in color while also donned in fair share of moss. Uneasingy growing over it''s skeleton like a sea of weeds. However, although this sight would be considered unimaginable alone, there was something even more strange below it. For before this resting brute sat a white bearded man. Completely covered by a dirty fur rug which only allowed his muscular arms and hands to show. Shouting out to the unmoving beast as if in a mad trance. Almost making it look like he communicated with it. "Yes, my star, my light, my stag. I hear your commands to find the flag." His voice was tough and old. Like an ancient artifact found from within a bed of dried tar. Uneasingly echoing out into the once prosperous paradise like a shriek channeled from a lion''s vocal cords. However, as the old man had his knees rotted into the ground, he unexpectedly slammed both arms down. Planting his robust hands in the dirt like a pair of plant roots, and the starting to shivering in fear while he continued his mumbling. "No, I failed but once! It was all due to the elf with the heart bronze!" His fingers, which dug straight down suddenly tightened. Balling up into fists, and then tightly gripping onto part of the dirt like it was some prized possession. "What? The Wizard and the Strain? But they snuck away as the elf cried in pain! Running off to the depths of the shore, and escaping our range like those lost in war!" The madman then abrubtly swung his arms up into the air again. Still holding onto the crusty soil he had picked up. Roaring even louder towards the corpse. Yet, this thundering shout seemed to possess a submissive nature. As if he was apologizing. "Please, I shall redeem! I shall do good this time! I shall find your heart which holds the divine!" He then looked way from the deer''s skull and up into the sky. Seemingly closing his eyes while whispering into the orange roof. "For your revival is foretold! It is Lingering about! It is called from the songs of those devout!" "It is written in the soil and sung within the wind! It''s spelled above in the form of the twin!" And as his chant finished, the old bastard proceeded to shove his fists down his throat. Swallowing the dirt he had retrieved and continuing on with an even more fervor. However, as his mind grew more muddled, it suddenly snapped back like a reattached joint. Forcing both eyes open as he them slowly stood up. Turning his gaze towards the horizon. "Wait. I smell something flawed, something not right. Something which holds the heart of my light?" And while glaring into the barren horizon, he inhaled. Creating a vortex of air which was greedily eaten by his lungs. But as he stopped, a bewildered expression constructed of both astonishment and rage etched itself onto his hidden face. Sizzling onto his skin like a bucket of liquid nitrogen. "It smells so foul, It stinks of rot. It gives off the stench the humans have brought!" His voice no longer contained it''s fanatical tone. Now having been replaced by a dominating flame which threatened to burn the world down. And so, he gave off a last scream before calling upon his fate. Causing the surrounding orange powder made from whitered leafs to sprinkle up into the air and curl around his body. His ragged cape turned into full body suit of hide armour. Tied around his wide frame like the decayed rags of a mummy. However, unlike the weak bandage of those undead, his equipment containt an unrivaled shine and majestly. And as it finished forming, the ashy remains of the once livley vegetation flew towards his hand. Amassing into a single point and then turning into a jagged hardwood spear. Dripping with the highest aura of a hunting emperor. "Come forth, my children. Follow my lead! Come see me hunt this creature of greed!" His last cry shook the very realm it self. Resonating into it''s structure like the radiation left behind from a nuclear blast. And to his call, the deer corpse started to tremble. For from within the darkness of its body, one would be able to spot an army, nay, a legion of what looked like mad hounds. All exerting an aura of obedience and a thirst for battle. ..... 71 Metamorphose Michael currently sat on his bed with both legs crossed. Having nothing covering his body expect the beastlord''s loosened hide. As for what he did, it was reading an ancient, half torn book. Only held together by a visually unbreakable brown cover, and the knowledge held within revolving around power and speed. "Let''s go through the introductions again, mabye there is something hidden in between the lines?" The book he read was [The principle of Force]. Gifted by Jenkins himself as to help Michael advance on a more balanced path. ''Even though I can increase the grade of my bloodlines by endlessly evolving and fusing, I feel like only doing that alone would grant me but a fraction of what I could achieve.'' He proceed to click his black nails against pages, scrolling over to the very first one. ''There, now let''s see...'' --- "Freedom is not something you can gain through force alone; For it is achieved through understanding." -Bila, The God of Force --- Michael calmly read through the introduction embedded on the ancient yellow paper, yet was unable to find anything more than last time. And so, he continued on. Flicking over to the next part. ''Force alone won''t guarantee me anything? We will see about that.'' Although the pages were old and withered, the text was as clear as a star. Beautifully etched into the fabric like an eternal tatoo. Silently waiting to be read. --- "You who wish to practice my principle is wise. For it not only promises you growth, but also a philosophy of individuality. Two sets of knowledge found within the two types of force." "However, before you begin, there is something I must clarify. One must first understand what force is in it''s most basic stage before trying to harness it. What is force then? I will tell you." "Force is essentially an interaction between two objects which consists of either pushing or pulling. If you push or pull and object, or rather, interact with it in a physical manner, you will change it''s state. Granting it motion. And by granting it motion, you have applied force to it through the use of your body. Applying contact force." --- Each line of content held a deep forceful aura within. Almost making it seem like they were imprinted through the use of arcane means. ''This is really similar to the formula on earth. However, the next part is where it spirals off..'' He just continued reading. Not stopping even once. --- "But by solely focussing on applying with your body, you are limiting yourself. For then, you only rely on contact force and neglect the non contact one. The other type produced by natural powers such as gravity and electromagnetism." "Sentient organisms are capable of producing their own electromagnetic field, helping them sense gravity, magnetism and all other non contact forces to a certain degree. However, the one you produce cannot apply force alone like the body or gravity, only sense!" "And now that you know this, I have a question. What would happen if you could sense the objects you interact with through force? Well, you would be able to make them apply force to you." "Let me explain. By sending the force with your body, an uncontrollable wave is emitted. But by sending this wave with your contact force and joining it with your non contact force, you are able to connect with the interacted object! You will be able to read it''s form and shape. Gaining the ability to link with it." "But to do this, you must learn to use the two opposing forces together! I will explain how with this cultivation technique." "First, visualize yourself as a conduit. Channel the surrounding force fields into your body. It doesn''t matter if it''s gravity or magnetism, just try to sense one and let it flow. Let them syncronize with your own movements, and then apply force to an object with not only your body, but also the fields channeled inside you." "This will not only condition your spirit over time, but it will also help you unconsciously retrain yourself in applying. If you interact with both mind and body, then you have gained the ability to sense. Slowly helping you read the object''s constitution through the force, and then eventually applying it to yourself." --- His blue eyes slowled down as he re-read the paragraphs a couple of times. Reminiscing about something. ''I already did this back at the academy. I tried feeling the gravity which pushed my body down, and intract with a pen. It barely helped me come far enough to practice the next step...'' --- "Now, with your force field and physical body mingled, there is the final step of the first part. That is to channel the mass of other objects through yourself through the use of force. To sense their structure and become one with it. Connecting with it through applying a network created from force." "First, follow the previous steps. Let the external force become one with you and then release it with contact." "Then, as you apply it onto something, stretch it out like a growing root. A root made of the sensible force field. Sink it into the object while expanding it. Treat it like another limb attached to your body." "And finally, freeze it in place. Hold it down and read the very structure the object holds. Become one with it''s mass. Let it be absorbed back through the force and apply it to yourself. Unify with it." "Become one with it''s speed and strength. It''s distance and length. You must plus it to your power, and then demand your body to follow. To train and enhance yourself by integrating it''s properties." "You may proceed to the next part after reaching a level where you can permanently apply the power of other objects to yourself. Granting you their constitution. Keep advancing with the items you sense, and do not focus on only reading one type." --- As he finished reading, Michael clicked his tounge with a sour expression. Reminiscing of his unfinished fight with the vapor mage. ''I already managed to do that when I fought Stenn. However, I don''t think I can advance yet...'' Michael then closed the book. Not giving it any more thought and throwing it into his ring. "I should see if they have any types of material I can use to train with in some of the shops. After I finish getting a hang of the earth, denser and more complex substances would be the best." His eyes gave of a weak glimmer before calming down again. Evidently him changing his thoughts over to something else. ''Let me see my progresss in force before continuing.'' ----- [Battle arts] [Principle of Force: 2%] ----- A weak, hopeless smile crept over his lips. Making him sigh in depression and turn away while muttering to himself. "I won''t even be considered a martial novice before reaching 10%. Let''s wait with learning anything new until after I reaching that far." And so, Michael changed his gaze towards his hand. Lifting it up while beginning to visualize something within his mind. "Now, for the next part..." With a command, he stretched it. Tightening the muscles in the forearm while slowly applying power to his fingers. Making the blood flood towards the tip and stay there "Innate Ability: Chimera!" With a thought, he imagined the stored genes within his blood answering his will. Stimulating them and redirecting which body part to manifest in. "Let''s see the centipede." The arm then morpthed to the clang of his words. Starting with the fingers which rapidly extended outwards like old copper wires, while the skin tightened and thickened, taking on a browning metallic sheen. Finishing up with a row of black spikes that burst out from the side of his forearm. "Looks like a bunch of old metal sheets welded together. How about trying to add something else?" His fascination only kept growing. And he eventually began to imagine how he would look like if he transformed into a centipede himself, or fusing every bloodline togheter. "Let''s see...." ----- [All Bloodlines] . Recusant Condor 100% --- Light Swan 10% . Dark Drake 100% --- Bermuda Serpent 10% . Kabirel Keiser 100% --- Devil Badger 100% ----- Michael carefully looked through the lines of text. Settling on one and then proceeding. "How about the devil badger?" He once more called upon the dormant gene samples in his body. Redirecting them to his rope-like hand. And as they came, Michael felt the exoskeleton give off a light tremble before transforming. Turning the encompassing brown shell uneven and jagged, finally letting a row of spikes lay themselvs over the top. All having a slightly red hue on the tip. He tried moving the spikey wire that now replaced his arm around alongside the long fingers. Waving it from side to side while learning how to control it. "It''s more like a five headed snake...that has been covered in barbs? Wonder if I can use my skills alongside the chimera ability." --- [Skill Activated] [Mad king''s Hammer] --- Michael called upon one of his skills which he had acquired not to long ago. Willing it to activate through the use of the chaos energy stored within his core. And as the energy started to deplete, his arm was lit up by a weak blue fire which quickly surrounded it. Turning the limb into a torch of sorts. His fascination kept growing as he stared into translucent flame. Thinking of what he should do with these skills. "Are they really necessary now that I have my innate abilities? Should I mabye..." However, as he silently whispered to.himself, the blue fire abruptly flickered. Interrupting him with a sudden burst of red light which dyed it completely. He didn''t know what this meant, but right when he was about to retract it, the flame suddenly disappeared. Merging down into his spiney arm like hot water poured on dry dirt. "Try to fuse with them?" ----- . [Mad King''s hammer] has fused with [Innate Ability] of the Devil Badger] . [New innate ability formed!] . [Sin Ripper: Create a layer of jagged spikes over your body. The more emotional you get, the sharper and stronger they will become.] ----- Michael felt his eagle-like blue eyes expand after he saw the text appearing. Strengthening his happiness greatly. "Very interesting. I should test out the rest later.... But now for the genetic combo." --- [Genetic Combo:] [Genetic storage: Vampire, Wood elf, Striped Piranha, Bedrock hare.] --- Michael looked over the stored genetic codes made to enhance his dominant bloodlines. Carefully selecting one to test out. "Combine my beastlord with the hare." --- . [Bedrock Hare] genetics added to [Czar Beastlord] . [Bedrock Hare: A type of large rodent making their home deep in the [underground]. Their diet mainly consists of rock fibers, minerals, and other smaller animals. Bedrock Hares are famed for their durability and stamina, which surpassses even that of larger predators.] . --- "Did Andev create this one? He must''ve fused the bunny and something else then. Sadly, I can''t mix the genetic codes. Only the dominant bloodlines." The combination was quickly fillowed up by a set of notifications. All ringing over in his mind like a set of bells. --- . [Several Attributes have been enhanced] . [Enhanced Physical strength] . [Enhanced Stamina] . [Enhanced sense of smell] . [Enhanced durability] . --- Michael felt more and more intrigued by the constant pop ups. It birthed a happy feeling within and caused him to jump off the bed with a glee. "I wonder if they have pet shops in this town." However, just when he landed on the old plank floor with a thud, the fur on his body began to change color. From the skin beneath his black shirt of hair, a whiter tune could be seen spreading. Turning his hide dark grey, and the hair on his head mixed. Having both white and black strands knittet into it "Oh?" The bewilderment caused by this sudden change made him unconsciously stroke his hand over the new layer covering his body. Feeling the newfound rubber texture pulling against the skin on his palms. "I felt a little tingle travel through my body there. Was it perhaps due to the genetic code I fused with?" A smug grin shot over Michael''s face. Heightening his growing desire for more power, and the excitement his Czar beastlord naturally produced whenever something interesting happened. "I should find something to test all this out on... How about rampaging over the border? No, mabye if they bust my cover." "Also, I need to fuse the other hominid bloodlines together after they all reach one hundred percent. However, for now, I should test every single one out before attempting anything." With this evident satisfaction and happiness, Michael proceeded to pick up his cloak and exited his room. Traveling down to the first floor, and quickly going over to the counter where the tall tavern maid from yesterday stood. Still wearing her wench attire, but now whiping her handkerchief over a tiny white plate. She immediately recognized him and casually greeted his approaching figure. Swinging her black behind her neck with a gentle turn, and locking her dark blue eyes down on his azure ones. "How may I help you?" Her voice was calm, yet apathetic to the touch. Almost making you feel anoyed by her lack of motivation. But Michael only smiled back. Not taking any offence or annoyance onto himself from such an insignificant person he would never meet again. ''I wonder, is she not affected by my chaotic aura?'' He felt a little werid when looking at her, not only becauseause she didn''t seem to take notice of his distorted soul, but also due to a weak familiarity he felt from her eyes. However, those were not thoughts to dwell on for too long, and he instantly went over to ask her about a more pressing matter. "Do you know if they have any pet shops in town?" He tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, but that sadly didn''t help when accompanied by his unblinking eyes which never moved. Stuck in one position like two froze spiders. But naturally, the tall woman didn''t care for his glare. Pointing him in the direction he asked for while lifting er gaze back to the white plate held between her toughened hands. "The moment you exit just follow the middle road. There''s a white wolf''s head painted on one of the passing buildings. You won''t miss it with those sharp eyes of yours." Michael saw her lack of care and so only bid her farewell with a shallow smile. Swinging his body towards the nearby exit and leaving. The moment he opened the door, a batch of radiant light greeted him. Falling onto his skin like a transparent carpet, but reflecting off his stiff, mirror-like eyeballs like droplets of water. The ground was littered with a type of grey stone resembling asphalt. Creating an open pathway which split up into three direction. All leaving to a set of tall, interconnected buildings which curved around each path. Like a type of avenue. "Follow straight, right?" Michael went to fix himself onto the middle one. Traversing over the dusty pebbles of rock and gravel with his unbreakable bare feet. Letting the opposing wind occasionally punch his black coat out of the way, and display the gray shirt beneath it. He eventually entered his destined route, and was immediately received by a large band of street venders of all types. All busily pulling any passing pedestrians over to their small carts. Singing out the names of their items and the value through the thick atmosphere reeking of greed. However, he just ignored most of it. Continuing on over through the labyrinth of poorly dressed farmers, your average adventurers, and the flock of salesmen until eventually finding what he looked for. For to his side stood a haunted wood mansion of sorts. Having two large windows near it''s center. Hungrily absorbing in every passing ray of light like two sinkholes, while loyally positioning themselves beside an old swing door. It was printed with a fairly sized white painting, holding a shape of what supposedly was the head of a feral dog. Michael carefully looked over the aged exterior. Making sure to catch every detail with his thristing eyes. Eventually finding himself inwardly reading the line of text etched over the worn down entrance. ''Companion''s Company? What a strange name. But I guess it would be accurate.'' His interest continued getting piqued due to the constant flow of new information. And as such, he prepared to enter. Planting his naked foot closer towards the store. However, the moment it landed, he felt something softly slam against his shoulder. The impact was light, yet it sparked up all his senses for a moment. Causing him to abruptly spin around and pull his toned arms out from the black robe covering his body. ''An old man?'' After calming himself, Michael looked over at the one who had interrupted his advance. It was an aged man with a bald head and wrinkly white skin. His grey eyes sank into his skull, and the nose and lips looked rather worn down. Like two glued on lumps of leather. As for the rest of his body, it was covered in a shabby leather jacket which fell to his knees. Ending up near a saggy set of pants, and further falling down to meet a pair of beaten fabric shoes. It made him resemble a whealthy beggar. "Young man, I assume you are going inside?" His voice was rather youthful too despite the crooked facial features. Easily making one unable to correctly guess his real age. But despite his friendly attitude, Michael carefully eyed him down. Not quite getting what he wanted. "Yes. What of it?" He lightly responded, wanting to finish his shopping trip and test out the rest of the innate abilities. However, his answer only seemed to further temper the old man''s interest. Causing him to continue talking. "Ah! I see! But young man, how about you come look at some of my merchandise before trying this store? I just received a shipment of some mighty fine specimens not too long ago!" Michael felt himself grow a little irritated by this unyielding attitude and fiercely sendt him off. Not wishing to waste another second of his time with this pointless act of persuasion. "Not interested. Now, leave me be." But even with his evident annoyance, the old man continued to talk. Wishing to reel in what he was unable to take as a lost fish. "Haha, I promise you won''t be disappointed, young man! There is no need to..." The old man kept on going. However, right before he could finish, Michael rudely interrupted him with an instinctive snap born from his rising anger. Barking at him like some sort of vexed beast. "If the flesh within this store is not to my liking, then I will come seek out yours. Now, leave me be." His usually pure face started to contract and wrinkle up, showing several blue veins that rapidly started to pop out from his neck, and slowly ascend up to his face like a pack of worms. Even the symmetrical blue eyes appeared to grow in size and start to faintly glow. Unmistakably an after effect created from Michael''s fueled wrath. Unable to collect his thoughts before this infuriated child caused the old man shut his mouth. Giving off a negligible nod while rapidly backing away. Only leaving behind a paling after image which seemed to have aged quite a bit. Michael only snorted back at his retreating figure before turning back around and entering the bulding. Pushing open the swing doors with his towering frame. The moment he entered, a strong bestial aura slammed against his body. It carried with it a wild smell which quickly invaded his nostrils like a torrent of sea water. Causing him to grimace in displeasure and bitterly brush his fingers against his aching nose. However, despite this unbecoming atmosphere, he got a clear view of the interior. Needing but a glance to fully write down it''s details. It was a large room. No, an ancient attic. Lit up by a fair amount of lanterns which hung from the ceiling. The rest was decked with several kinds of barrels and boxes who likely originating from old times. All filled with both dust and moss that sprouted out from their edges. But ignoring the varying amount of rot, there was one shared characteristic shared throughout the small jungle. That being the multitude of metal cages sitting on the top. Containing a combination of gray finches and yellow canarys who constantly chirped. "Looks like some fancy cellar, really." Michael begrudgingly snorted at the sight and felt a sudden desire to leave. However, from behind the pillars of birds and barrels, a person appeared. Casually walking out with both hands behind his back. It was an old man, very similar appearance wise to the one who had just interrupted him. Sharing the bald head, leathery lips, and crooked features. "Ah! Greetings, my lad. How may I help you?" His voice was even the same, and it made Michael awkwardly wince back for a second, yet not hindering him in dominantly answer in a manner he found befitting. "Greetings. I have come here in search of some powerful beasts. Money is not an issue, so bring me your finest specimens!" The old man took a second to process what he said and softly nodded. Not seeming to take any offense to his previous burst of rage. ''No, this man smells different. Or is it his aura?'' However, while Michael tried to compare the current merchant before him to the previous blemish, the old man carefully walked over to one of the dusty cages where a locked swarm of birds happily sung. Gently opening the enclosure and extended his hand out to a yellow canary and a grey finch. Letting the two cup sized birds cheerfully jump on the back of his wrinkled hand. After feeling them tightly grip on, he went on to pull himself out and locked the cage back up. Immediately proceeding to walk over towards Michael with a soft smile. Highlighting the loose dimples on his red cheeks. "What kind of job do you need done? Hunting? Guarding? Tracking?" His voice was very peacful and balanced. Even seeming to calm down the chirping birds on his hand. Sadly, it did not work on the impatient Michael who indifferently talked back the moment he finished. "I want one of everything you have in stock." The old man only have off another weak nod before flicking his hand and turn around. Letting the two birds fly over to Michael''s side while he walked off. "One of each? Very good. Just follow my lead then." Michael confirmed his answer with an understanding glimmer that was emitted from his eyes, and let the canary and finch land on his shoulders. Quickly going over to follow in the shopkeeper''s footsteps. As they made their way through the aged attic, Michael took some momentary glances at the old room. Eyeing down the hazel floor and walls that would compare to an old tree trunk in quality, or mabye more accurately hold a similar texture to the flock of dying barrels. The flooring creaked whenever he repositioned his bodyweight, almost as if shrieking in fear from the weightless cries that silently thundering out from every cellular prison inside his body. However, despite the ashen room''s feel, the air was impressively clean. Mabye even purer than the one found on the streets outside. These thoughts kept running through Michael''s head while he held onto the chirping birds. That is, until the old man abruptly stopped. Interrupting his train of thought. Before them was a fatigued door. Almost completely camouflaged by the worn and exhausted walls. It would definetly cause most people who did not already know of it''s existence to miss it. Either way, the old man swiftly pushed it and entered. It hurriedly flew open from his touch like a leaf hit with a heavy gust. Allowing them both to proceed on down a brightly lit hallway made of what smelled like newly cut oak. But the encompassing structure did not hold Michael''s attention for long, as it blurred out of his mind after he fixed his eyes further down the corridor. At the end of it, something mirroring a locked paddock laid rooted. The entrance was made up of a two wide silver railings which grinded against each other. Containing behind what seemed to be a vast grassland. "Are you coming, lad?" Michael, who was left staring at the sight, was brought back by the shopkeeper''s voice. Turning his head to meet the droopy eyes, and follow him towards the gate. "Some of them are rather ruly, lad. Don''t look them in the eye for too long." The gates automatically opened after they came close enough, letting them enter without any trouble. It was almost like another world inside. The roof was littered with rows of white lamps, emitting a glow similar to sunshine which rained over the man-made wilderness. Was this some sort of greenhouse. "Come!" The old shopkeeper tenderly shouted whilst Michael kept absorbing the flora into his mind. Letting the voice echo into the surroundings. And sure enough, out from the dense vegetation, six four legged mutant beasts came running at them. Three of them held a close resemblance to furry dire wolfs, only differing in the dark shaded fur that varied from white, grey and black. Meanwhile, the rest held ties to what appeared to be some mutated leopards. Each one being a different size than the other, and one even having more striped pattern on it''s fur. They all ceased their advance after reaching a breaths length away. Lining themselves up before the men and fixing their red and yellow eyes on the old man. "Lad, what do think?" The shopkeeper walked over to the darkest colored wolf and scratch it''s ear. Giving it a mild rub before turning back to the boy However, the moment he saw Michael again, a glint of suprise smeared itself over his aged face, as he was only able find two lifeforms. That being the boy and his canary. "What happened to the other bird, lad?" The old man looked down at Michael with a questionable gaze. But to this, he received and awkward burp which flew out of the boy''s mouth. Accompanied by a grey feather that peacefully fell to the ground. "...I will pay for it." Michael leniantly whispered back, but his response only got a pitiful sigh. Lingering for a moment before the shopkeeper explained the creatures before them. "All of the beasts are at the middle general layer. The dogs are of the [Shikari Bloodline] with a mixed ancestry. Meanwhile, the cats come from a diverse line of [kruger leopards]." He stepped up and looked over the three canids. Slowly moving over them one by one until ending up on the felines. "The white one has it''s traits from the [Frost Stalker Wolf], the grey has from the [Ash tracker Hound], and the black has it''s from the [Gerwulf Faunal]. All excelling at what the name implies." "The cats are born from the same mother. Differing from each other due to separate bloodlines awaken after they evolved." The old man kept on talking about the animals and their lineage with an evident enthusiasm. However, he suddenly halted up and turned mute for a second. Finding himself questionably look at the boy once again. For right before him, Michael held an unbreakable line of sight with the Frost stalker. Having both his azure eyes tied into the yellow spheres of dark glass which were melded in the wolf''s skull. "Grrr..." In the midst of their staring contest, the wolf threateningly growled at him and beared it''s fangs. Aiming a never before seen hostility at Michael. ''Looking at them like that is no good...'' The old man shook his head in disappointment while lifting his hand upwards. Slowly letting a blue ring of light form around the hand joint. ''Let''s see if I can''t calm it down.'' But as his arm steadily rouse up, Michael''s figure vanished from sight in a mad gust of wind. Leaving behind a streaking afterimage that follow his blurry frame. "What the?!" The shopkeeper was stunned by this abrupt action. However, he was left only to watch as Michael drilled his fist through the white wolf''s skull. Smashing it apart like it was a water ballon. Letting bone fragments and brain matter rain down. "What the hell lad? Why did you do that?!!" The displeased voice slammed against Michael''s ears. Causing him retreat back in suprise and pull out his hand from the slain animal. "What do you mean?" Michael rolled his eyes over to the old man. Questioning him back in confusion. "What? What are you talking..." But as the old shopkeeper was about to lecture him, he ceased to move. Feeling his entire body freeze up after gracing his line of sight with the boy''s. Both of Michael''s eyes were now intently radiating outa light blue light. Openly showing their hungering desire for death, while also concealing any movement. Those were the kinds of eyes that belonged to a predator ready to pounce. And while the old shopkeeper saw the image of the boy pull back his hand, he was only left to shake in fear as the bloody fingers absorbed part of the red liquid like a set of leeches, before turning the remains into black goo that fell onto the grass. Hearing only the grotesque droplets smash into the fearful straws of grass, and an emotionless whisper pass into his decayed ears. "Did you not see how it challenged me?" ... 72 The Tamer "Did you not see how it challenged me?" The two burning azure gems sizzled into the old man''s brain like heated metal nails. Freezing his body and willpower in place. ''It''s one of those weirdos, huh? My luck seems to have run out then..'' The old owner temporarily closed his eyes while softly waving the raised hand. Dispersing the circle of light, and rebalancing himself. Quickly following up by positioning both arms behind his back, and aiming his tired grey eyes at the boy once more. "Lad, do you want them or not?" Even with the previous display, the old man eventually managed to easily find peace. However, this appearence suddenly flooded Michael''s body with a sense of guilt. It snapped him out of his trance and made him to rearrange his thoughts. Also allowing the canary, which had hurriedly jumped of his shoulder after he charged, elegantly land back on it. "Actually." He retreated further away from the corpse. Looking at it for a second before getting an idea. "Do you have samples of their blood? For that would also work in this case. Don''t worry, I''ll pay for the damage." The old man tweaked open his eyes after hearing what Michael said. Proceeding to lift one of his palms back up and brush it against the tough skin covering his jaw. Michael felt a very awkard by the reaction he got. Mabye just butchering the rest of the animals and leaving would be ideal.... After all, it would grant him stem mass, which he hadn''t tried using yet. And it wasn''t like anyone here could dare challenge his might. ''I can also just clean house before I set out. Eating everyone here while in my centipede form would make quite the tail...or should I try the Dark Drake?'' An evil smile unconsciously formed over his lips as his mind wandered. It even seemed to slightly distort the atmosphere around his figure, causing the surrounding beasts to quiver in fright. ''Or mabye both at the same time?'' However, while Michael imagined how he should harness some stem mass, the old man interrupted him with an understanding answer. Sending off the shaken animals, and walking back towards the open silver fence where they entered. "Lad, are you perhaps a [Bloodline Alchemist]? For you fit the script, especially with the strong beatial aura." He briefly turned around and gave Michael a quick look. Nodding in agreement with himself while signaling the boy to follow his tracks. "Lots of them have come by here lately, so I would guess you are looking for ingredients. Got just what you need." Seing the old man leave sparked up Michael''s interest. But before departing, he went over to the dead wolf and threw it in his storage ring. Only after that did he hurriedly make haste towards the shrinking figure exiting the greenhouse. But as he caught up, a line of text suddenly appeared before his eyes. Dyeing part of his vision with several trancucent lines of text. --- . [Bloodline absorbed] . [Skills Activated] . [Source Drain Activated!] [Source Drain: Absorb all usable organic matter and DNA from a creature. This will leave behind a drained husk, as host sucks out the creature''s core components.] . [Recreation Activated!] [Recreation: Recreate the fading lineage stored within a creature''s genetic code. This only works if the specific bloodline is thick enough.] . --- Michael hurriedly read through the text. Immediately going over to tilt his eyes down to the hand which had struck down the beast with a gleeful smile. ''How impressive! Andev sure knows his stuff.'' He willed the system to continue after praising the God''s work. Wanting to see what kinds of genetic information he had salvaged. --- . [Laniary bloodlines] . [Lyr Vargr: 1%] [Frost stalker wolf: 5%] [Shikari Wolf: 10%] --- A curious glint flashed past his eyes. Accompanied by the wandering assumptions that consisted of what use these beasts may hold. ''System, do any of these animals possess innate abilities? And if not, will they enhance my body in any possible way?'' . [All bloodlines are of the [Lower grade], with only the [Lyr vargr] being at the [Middle grade] . [Host''s cells are unable to access [Innate ability] of [Lyr Vargr] due to the genetic code being too poor. Please collect more samples or feed it stem mass.] . [All present animals are greatly inferior to the one host is currently fused with; [Czar Beastlord]. Fusing lower ones with higher ones would also not be efficient.] . The steady smile weakened after hearing the response. His current layer was most likely tied to the bloodline he had. Or that''s al least what he believed. Meaning that the higher grade it was, the quicker he could get more powerful. ''Show me my stem mass.'' --- [Stem Mass: 1%] --- And so his smile completely faded away. Whiped off the face of this plane by the regret of not having devoured those beasts earlier. ''Just throw it in. As for the lesser ones... All [Lower grade] bloodlines that can''t enhance my body or have innate abilities are to be saved up in a separate folder. Call me up after you have enough to pique my interest.'' However, as Michael was absorbed in the display, he failed to notice the old man look in his direction. Having a first class view of his maniacal grin and lusting eyes stare into what seemed like the void. ''What a lad. Did he level up?'' Eventually, they exited the oak corridor and ended up back at in the bird room. Continuing on over to a nearby counter which hid behind a pack of wild barrels. It was as old as most other object within the store, and mabye even prehistoric if considering the claw marks that ran across it''s surface. But while Michael praised the structure''s tenacity to survive, the owner quickly got to work as he went behind it. Leaning down over to the side, and retriving six glass vials containing what seemed to be a type of thick red liquid. There were even some small paper slips plastered onto each one. Containing what Michael guessed was the expression date. "Lad, these will last you three days. Keep them in a heated storage device and you got another twenty." He only nodded at the remark. Having more of his attention glued to the vials. However, as Michael stared at the tiny bottles, a type of curiosity began to flood his brain. Causing him to turn from the small glass containers and back to the shopkeeper. "Old man, you know a lot about animals, huh?" The old owner was slightly surprised by the comment. Giving back a tired nod while he gently placed down the vials. "Well, I should. I am a [Tamer] after all." His voice sounded a little depressed. Was he perhaps thinking about the animal Michael killed? But what he contemplated about didn''t seem to matter much, as Michael did not stop talking. "Tamer? As in taming animals?" "Yes, that''s my class. The path I specialize in." The shopkeeper kept getting a weird vibe whenever he heard the boy speak. Not able to find the reason why, but only feel that something wasn''t quite right with this guy. Why was his vibe so...chaotic? However, that unresting feeling quickly vanished when he heard Michael''s next question. Most likely due to the unexpected surprise. "Can you tell me a little about beasts then? You see, I don''t possess much information in that field." He gave the boy another look after mentally adressing his request. Trying to find some reason to refuse, yet left without any options. "Sure, what do you want to know, lad?" He hadn''t met many people who had shown any interest in his work since long ago, and that might have been the reason he accepted. "How do beasts evolve?" Michael''s voice was filled with an almost material interest. One only found within a soul which hungered for knowledge. It even seemed to encourage the old man to talk. "Well, most beasts evolve by killing and leveling up. There''s not much else there...." The shopkeeper only gave a brief and tired response back. However, the moment he saw the young man''s face again, he reevaluated his answer, as Michael''s usually dangerous blue eyes shone with a saddened light. ''Ai...What happened to that fierce look? Well, whatever then.'' "But there are also beasts who feed off of [Essence Radiation]. Wild reservoirs of toxic magic particles found in the nature. It can cause them to mutate in many different ways..." He wanted to stop there. But his interest seemed to grow whenever he saw the glimmer of satisfaction make it''s way over the young man''s face. Making him add more fuel to the fire. "Sadly, it really isn''t that safe to use, as not only will their intelligence will be affected, but it may also cause some horrible side effects... There are, of course, some who are able to properly utilize it. So you end up with some weird monsters here and there. It''s like a pack of free experience that comes with several downsides." Feeling that he had given a throughout response made the old owner want to ask for the pay and let the kid leave. But just before he could start to talk, Michael interrupted him yet again. "I see. But what about when they evolve? You said earlier that the [Kruger leopards] awakened different bloodlines?" He wanted to find a reason to decline answering this time. However, a small fire seemed to have been born within his aged heart. Causing him to unhesitantly ramble on. "Well, when a beast reaches it''s growth limit through radiation exposure or leveling, they gain the ability to evolve. It''s like a metamorphic stage in their life where the shell that is the body and spirit becomes unable to contain their power." "And when it evolves, it calls upon the strongest possible force which can help expand it''s shell. The body and spirit that is. And so, they most often seek out the strongest bloodline within their genes." "This is done with the help of the system, and what they will evolve into will vary from time to time. After all, every single creature is born different, and may lean towards distinct genes. Like the beasts I introduced you to." Michael attentively followed everything the old man said. Asking more questions only after he made sure the last one was explained. "So you are saying we are all unique in our own way then?" The old tamer weakly chuckled at his query. Waving it off with an almost hidden answer. "No. We are special. Just like everybody else. And that makes us no different." And to the reply, he both got an understanding smile and another question. It looked like the boy he had brought in was not like your average man. "I see. But you said animals tap into their genes, and then evolve through the help of the system. Doesn''t that make it easy for them to become powerful?" The inquiry didn''t look like much. However, this particular type of question seemed to nourish a worn down ember which resided within the old man''s soul. Birthing a long extinct fascination he had long lost. "Haha, yes and no." Michael heard his answer, but was unable to understand what he meant. Giving him a look of confusion in hopes that he would give a thorough explanation. The old man''s smile become more gleeful when he saw the boy express his desire to learn. Now unable to find a clear enough purpose for why he should stop. "Yes for the animals of today. No for the animals of the past." Both of Michael''s blue eyes opened up. Delving deeper into the concealed meaning this old man kept carrying out. "What do you mean with that...?" The shopkeeper cheerfully laughed and stretched his back. It looked like talking to this man wasn''t as tiring as he thought. "It''s been a while... Truly, it''s been a while since I last met such a kindled spirit. Then let me tell you..." "Before the [System] we all know was put to use, nature had a different way to get strong. Do you want to know what I mean?" Michael energetically responded. Not wanting to let a valuable piece of information like this slip by. "Please enlighten me!" The old man''s eyes faintly glimmered in excitement when he heard the reply. Now extremely happy that he had met this boy. "I like people who show such enthusiasm in my field, so I will let you in on a little something I have studied." He then bendt over and stretched his hand towards an open space that resided behind the haggard counter. Quickly gripping onto something, and pulling out what resembled an almost ruined brown book. "When animals reach a certain [level] they gain the ability to evolve. And when the times come for them to do so, the [system] taps into their genetic code and stimulates it. However..." The cover then flew up as the old man flickered against it. Having his wrinkled fingers grace upon the ancient wrapper which held together the ancient pages. "However..?" Michael leaned over the chipped desk. Feasting his eyes upon the notes of old. Trying to read the inverted lines of text written in what he understood to be the english of his old world, while also listening to the old man''s excited voice. "However, long before the system existed, I have found out through a lot of research that beasts used to be much stronger!" The curiosity inside Michael''s veins started to feverishly burn. Wanting to understand what the aged man meant. "Really? Why is that then?" The old owner kept scrolling through the worn down pages. Seemingly giving all his notes some quick peeks to help revitalize his memory. "It''s only a theory for now, lad. But what if I told you that the system ''Fixes'' what you can and cannot achieve when evolving?" Michael felt powerless when faced with these kinds of questions back. And it caused him to impatiently ask for the answers. "Please explain!" However, despite his growing agitation, the old man kept playing games. Finding the boy''s emotional interested rather funny. "Lad, let''s say you write a mathematical formula and a book. Okay?" Michael just quickly nodded back. Wanting him to get to the point as quickly as possible. "Okay, let''s say that." The old man''s smile became more magnificent as he stopped scurrying through the aged paper. Placing his finger on a single page, and looking back up at Michael. "Now, lad. Throw them away and wait a hundred years. After that, I want you to write the same formula and the same book." His words were like fragmented of fire about to disperse in the wind. However, when they entered Michael''s ears, a fuse of realization was channeld through his body. Causing him to further pull up his eyelids, while making the old man to grin from ear to ear as he continued. "Do you get what I mean?" "The mathematical formula won''t change. However, that is not same for the book. The one you wrote yourself." "For the system, all beasts are but numbers that differ by one decimal. Granting them a slightly different outcome each time." "But those who are left to wander alone will write their own story and walk a seperate path. They are not bound by the system which picks what they can and cannot be. Some strive to reach the slivers of power their ancestors left behind, and reach for the heights locked away." Michael fully digested what he said. But something behind those words seemed a little wry to him. Further heating up the debate. "I get what you mean. However, why aren''t there only stronger beasts alive today if the system helps them out? Why isn''t it just picking the strongest gene available?" After hearing his doubtful words, the old man momentarily closed his eyes and sighed. Going over to answer him with another question. "Strong bloodlines slowly fade over time, lad. Do you know why?" Michael felt a little unsure of how to respond to that. Should he use the logic of his old world? "Because they get diluted due to no beast being born equal? Or is it because genetic information doesn''t get perfectly passed down to later generations, resulting in a weakening? Or perhaps all of the ones above?" His answer was not too far off. However, he still lacked something which the old man noticed. Going over to reply to the boy about his inquiry with a passionate, yet tired tone. "I read that Farleng was once filled with all kinds of higher grade beasts. However, after the system came, they slowly started vanished...." "Whether it''s this world that naturally cursed their blood to fade, or the system that limits their potential to grow it, I can never be sure on that which is unkown." "All that I understand is that the strong survive on that which is nutritious, or they will starve. If one beast disappears, then another will follow. The rest is for you to dwell about." Michael gratefully nodded back while extending out his hand. Wanting to show his appreciation for what the owner had given him despite his earlier act. "Thank you very much for sharing this with me." The old man''s smile grew stiff when he saw the boy''s actions. Not from any negative thoughts, but due to a very much appreciated astonishment. "It was very nice talking to you, my boy." Without any hesitation, he firmly took Michael''s hand back. Stretching forwards one of his rugged hands alongside the tattered leather jacket covering his body. Michael smiled brightly to his agreeable attitude. Tightly pressing onto the old man''s palm while asking for his name. "Likewise, Mr...? "You may call me Benjamin, my boy." "Michael. Nice talking to you." The old shopkeeper felt an almost forgotten warmth flow through his body when he saw Michael''s satisfied smile. How long had it been since last time he engulfed himself in the research of old? However, he didn''t hold onto the rejuvenated ardour for long. Going over to snap his finger to call the canary back, and letting the small bird gently land on his shoulder. "My boy, that will be seven gold coins." Michael didn''t quite know how to respond, as he still felt the lingering lust for knowledge carve into his heart. "Uhm..." He didn''t want to overstretch his stay now that the old man was clearly done for. But still, he defiantly murmured on. Hoping for a little more. "What is it, Michael?" Benjamin saw his unquenched thirst and just played along. Talking to the kid wasn''t all that bad, even after having exhausted himself. "Can I ask you two last things, Old man?" Michael''s voice was still full of energy despite their previous discussion. Almost begging for an answer. "Go ahead, my boy." Benjamin humbly replied. Preparing for one last round of talking before closing up. "First, what was that blue ring around your wrist earlier?" Michael pointed down to the old man''s hand after finishing. Giving it a suspicious look with one eyebrow raised. "That? It''s my tamer ability. It''s tied to my familiar contract, making it so that I can suppress all my animals." Benjamin nonchalantly repsonded. Not giving such meager amounts of intelligence any afterthought. However, this was not as unimportant to him as it was for Michael, who quickly followed it up by more talking. "You have your animals contracted?" His suspicious glare transformed into one filled with perplexity. Keenly waiting for Benjamin to respond once again. "Well, yes my boy. I wouldn''t want them all to go out of control one of these days." The old man continued. Talking as if this was common knowledge. Michael only felt more perplexed by his uncaring reply. Struggling on for a clear response. "Do you mean so that they won''t run loose?" But even though he felt that his inspection was completely normal, Benjamin abruptly gave him a dumbfounded look. Adjusting both his sunken eyes more open. "It''s so that they won''t randomly kill each other and evolve." The old man''s voice held a fragment of amusement. Suprised that the boy didn''t such common knowledge despite his obvious strength. "Excuse me...?" Michael added on. Not able to find why Benjamin started to merrily hold his laughter back. "My boy, have no one ever told you?" Michael''s heart started beating faster for some reason. Mabye it was due to the pent up impatience generated by the recurring pausing. "Told me what?" Benjamin gave him another weird glance before talking again. Wondering why Michael suddenly looked so stressed out. "Beasts and familiars cannot evolve freely if they are contracted. It limits their ability to grow greatly." And so the old man finished his answer. It may not seem like much, but each word thundered into Michael''s mind like a pack of descending meteorites. Crashing through his skull, and drilling into his brain. Causing him remember the faint words give to him by the system long ago. --- [Familiar contract annulled!] --- And so, his built up tension slowly dispersed itself. Benjamin''s response had unknowingly taken a heavy burden off his heart. Helping him heal internally. However, Michael quickly healed up from his dazed state. Preparing the last question. "I see. Thank you very much for answering.Lastly, can I ask you why there are so many normal animals here?" Benjamin gave the boy yet another look. Finding himself staring at the droplets of sweat falling down from Michael''s forehead before beginning to explain. "Normal animals are kind of a luxury. They may not have any impressive bloodline, but there is something else to them..." "For example, the ones I have here will go on into a alerting mode if you pass by a spot where magic radiation is abundant, or if there are any powerful animals close by. It''s an exclusive ability normal animals have developed...." "Also, considering how much essence radiation there is to found here in Torvel, you wouldn''t want to go outside without one." Benjamin''s voice was much more gentle now, perhaps due to feeling Michael''s uneasiness a moment ago. After all, he didn''t want overwork the boy''s mind. Michael, of course, appreciated the old man''s efforts. And so, he wanted to see if he couldn''t buy at least one animal before he left. "Can I have a canary then?" But Benjamin only smiled back an shook his head. Not knowing what to think of this boy. Didn''t he just...swallow down a finch? Why did he do that anyways? ''Well, almost all Bloodline Alchemists are like that..... What a crazy bunch.'' "Come by tomorrow and I will have one ready for you. Most of the ones you see are sold." However, while they wholeheartedly conversed together, a domineering shout abruptly interrupted them. Thundering through the old shop like a tsunami, and making the surrounding birds stop chirping. "She is a witch I tell you all!" Michael angrily looked over at one of the distant windows. Turning towards it with a baleful glare while asking the old man for detail. "What was that?" Benjaming clumsily began to scrarch his bald head after seeing Michael''s sudden change. How could one''s mood swing like that? Was he some sort of noble beast who resented everything that got on his nerves? "How do I explain...." he didn''t know how to best unfold the situation, as he feared this young man might get himself in trouble. After all, the commotion outside wasn''t something he could compare with the wolf episode. "You see, my boy. There''s a [Diviner] living in town. She''s pretty good at what she does, and many go see her in hopes of learning of their future..." Benjamin followed up with. Michael felt his scap tingle when he heard what the old man said. Proceeding to lift up his hand and give it a shake. Activating the silver ring attatched to his finger, and withdraw seven metal coins laced in a pure gold color. ''Divination? As in seeing the future?'' He unconsciously became interested in the topic. Silently engrossing in the thought of learning about his fate, and eventually finding himself unable to not give it a personal check. "Then what is the problem? Divination sounds like fun." Unable to detect anything that may be blameworthy about the topic, Michael looked back at the old man with an expecting gaze as he softly placed the coins on the counter. However, Benjamin only felt more troubled by the anticipating glare. Now inwardly praying that Michael wouldn''t get involved. "You see, a fancy party of adventurers came here a week ago, and some of the members are a little...well..." He tried to make it sound as unimportant as possible in hopes that Michael would lose interest. After all, it had been ages since he had last met someone who shared the same interest as him, and he didn''t want to risk his new acquaintance getting himself in danger. Sadly, the forces of the world truly weren''t on his side today. "It''s black magic I tell you!" And with another roar exploding out from outside the store, Benjamin gave up. Left only to watch in regret as Michael''s blue eyes start to flare up with the familiar azure light. Radiating with a desire for peace born from destruction. "You can figure out the rest, my boy..." The old man sighed back once again while grabbing onto the handful of gold coins. Pushing them off the scarred table, and toss them in one of his coat pockets. "I see. I''ll take my leave then, Benjamin." Michael happily bidded the old man farwell and swiftly picked up the vials. Throwing them in his ring, and then beginning to walk towards the exit with a visible gratitude. Benjamin waved back in appreciation. Gently calling for the boy as he went on. "Goodbye, Michael my boy. I leave tomorrow morning for the capital, so come talk to me if you have any beast related questions. And don''t be late, or you''ll miss your bird!" And so the door slammed shut. Leaving Benjamin alone with the canary. But even with Michael gone, he still looked at the location where the boy had left with an apparent indebtedness. Fueling the dwelling fires of gratitude inside his aged heart with the hopes of meeting him again. "I feel like our meeting was fated, young man. But it''s surely this old man''s intuition growing senile... Either way, I should start packing." Benjamin inwardly said to himself. Quickly taking off from where he stood, and jumping back into the jungle of barrels. .... However, as Michael exited the shop, something outside of town enter it''s vicinity. Crawling out from the dark forest''s embrace like an imperceptible body of darkness. Not even leaving any footprints behind as it unhesitantly trampled upon the shallow vegetation. It was five robed individuals. Completely cloaked in a delicate type of dark textile. Shielding their every feature from not only any passing people, but also from the sun. You would almost mistake them for some traveling pilgrims. However, such a mindset would instantly ceace if you listened to what they talked about. "Is it here?" One of the cloaked individuals muttered. His voice was hoarse to the point of being distorted. Unable to make your soul shake, but rather cause your blood to freeze. "Yes. Lord Halrel''s essence is in this town."The leading figure discontently spoke out while rustling out a glass ball from beneath his cover. It faintly flashed with a dark red light. Shimmering with a plusating glow similar in appearance to a beating human heart. But to the frontal person''s detached responde, another member walked out. Taking a few steps forward and menacingly scowling at the frail pen which encircled the towering buildings in front. "You should take this more seriously, or I can not promise that the madam won''t gouge out your heart." The separated individual fiercely scolded the one holding the orb while motionlessly staring at the feeble property. Letting his anger bathe in the cooling breeze that passed by his black robe, and tug onto his hood. Anticipatingly pushing it off, yet only to reveal two battle hardened carmine eyes, and a sharp jaw sheltered in a layer of white paint. But as he basked in the dying rays of light emitted by the fleeting yellow star above, a mighty force smacked against his body. Pushing him off balance and onto one knee. And without much surprise, the rest of the cloaked figures all readied themselves after seeing him lean onto the brittle grass in such a disgraceful manner. But before they all could act, a calm hand gesture was made by their kneeling brother. Telling them to not act rashly over something so insignificant. As for the carmine eyed individual, he elegantly stood back up and looked back at the one responsible for his fall, but only to find an extended aimed in his direction, which he naturally accepted. The one who had bumped into him was a tall, green eyed hunter with a broad, yet barely discernible face. Completely decked in what seemed to be a cloak made of deer hide. Firmly attatched to his body like a set of seared on iron plating. Curving around his bulging muscles like a pack of overpowered serpents. However, even with such mighty features, there was one thing that sucked up all of the carmine eyed man''s attention. That being the enormous hardwood spear resting behind the fortress of power. Having it''s jagged tip visibly aim up at the darkening sky like a defiant brown crown. Or rather, a broken antler. "Well met, hunter." Unable to contain his astonishment for the impressive aura given off by the weapon, the carmine eyed man lightly praised as he let go of the opposing party''s massive palm. "Well met, strain." But despite the kind gesture, the hunter indifferently shook it off. Turning his back at the small figure, and proceeding on towards the town''s entrance. The carmine eyed man only stood there and watched him leave. Processing what he had said while narrowing his heating eyes. "Who was that?" As he dwelled on the response, one of his bretheren hoarsly muttered behind. Wishing to know if they should take care of the man. But he angrily shot down the request. Not wishing to unnecessarily antagonize this dangerous entity. "Someone we should try to avoid. Now, let''s go. We came here to capture a Hel''Slakter, not to fight a monster god. You do well to remember that." And so he walked off. Letting the rest of his company trail behind while preparing to dispatch the one responsible for their heir''s death. 73 Display Michael then exited the shop. Once more basking himself in the rays of light that softly descended upon him. However, the outside street was no longer comparable to the one he had previously seen. All the people nearby had gathered in a corner not to far away from his position. Circling around a dark carriage drowned in coarse sheets of achromatic cloth. Running down the entire vehicle like some ingrown vines. ''What a scene indeed.'' Michael gave the bundle of unrest a glare before making up his mind. Hurridly proceeding towards the sight while listening to the cries coming from it''s center. As he traversed over the uneven stone and gravel pavement, Michael soon arrived in front of the colorful moon. Immediately going over to forcefully squeeze himself through the conpact flock of people. Many of the ones he deliberately bumped into stared at his back in anger. But such futile efforts were just that. Futile. No one choose to act, as the unbreakable power which constructed the boy''s frame must have shattered any thoughts of retaliation. "What the hell..?" He eventually found his way to the first row. However, not even a second before arriving, he almost felt eyes roll back. Having a hard time processing the large quantity of utter incompetence that now tainted his vision. In the middle of this street show, right next to the carriage, stood four people who he identified as the party of adventurers. One brown haired man and woman clad in some fancy steel armour and turquoise capes. The armour''s framework was rather shallow, but the set gave off an indefinite aura of sturdyness. One Michael took note off. Then was the person next to them. A short blond haired girl covered in a turquoise cloak. Most of her features were hidden, with only a long wooden staff on her back hinting at her identity. A mage perhaps? And last but not least, the one who most likely started this mess. A young, handsome boy with a head full of white hair. Fully suited in what resembled the radiant armour of a paladin. It was forged by a winsome type of white metal, and held togheter by a long turquoise cape which hung from the back. His figure sparkled with a valoures heat. Even visible from within the depths hus flaming blue eyes, and the pleading shouts for righteousness. "Can you not see, people?! This is black magic of the worst sort! Do not be fooled by the temptations of evil!" After assessing the band of people, Michael could not help but inwardly sigh in regret. Sadly, these buffoons were no worthy opponents after all. ''Such idiots really do exist... Well, whatever.'' He only gave them a glance before exiting the crowd and then nonchalantly head over towards the dark carriage. Not paying the fervent shouts anymore attention. However, as Michael was about to reach it, a metallic clutch coiled around his shoulder blade. It came alongside a loud yell which rocketed his eardrums. Causing him to halt in place, and digest the deafening sensation. "Halt! Do not be tempted by the foul energies of the cursed arts! Turn back before it''s too late!" The young paladin relentlessly screamed. Although this was quiet rude, considering the boy did not have any right to forcefully stop people from going on with their business, he was unable to find anything wrong with it. After all, he had lived a long and spoiled life in his clan''s home. Always having been inspired and influenced by the ancient stories of brave heroes purging evil from this world. Stopping at nothing to vanquish the demonic and it''s practices. And just as one would expect, with both status and power, he managed to join the path of a [Paladin] at only the age of seventeen. A noble type of class only one in a thousand could possibly achieve. Quickly marching fowards into this untamed world alongside his long time friends. Granting aid to the innocent, and bane to the unjust. But no matter how many people he had helped or treated, it did not matter. For not even his belief nor family could save him now. When he shouted, he had used one of his skills to make his faith resonate in the heart of others. But for Michael, it was just really loud and unnecessary. After all, his hearing was far beyond the level of a normal human''s. Clearly shown by his abrubt, yet agonizing wince. And as he let the ringing die down from his ear cannals, Michael felt something in his brain slowly start to tick. Building up into an unstable sand tower, until finally snapping. Causing both his eyes to wrathfully flare up. ''Actually, I haven''t eaten anything today...'' The ticking sensation inside his brain started to overflow. Sparking up a chain reaction within his head which hurriedly shot through the rest of his body. The regulating spirit pressure he had on was like a bunch of shackles. Tightly holding his cells in check as to not allow them to randomly divide or change. However, he unconsciously relased some of it. Casuing a cellular transform. His testosterone started to spike, further igniting his flames of rage. The neurons in his brain begun to fire up. Linking together as many muscle fiber units as possible before going over to alter his gray matter level. Drastically lowering it to a value where he would now be unable to restrain how much power his muscles generated. And lastly, his heart started to beat like a galloping horse running down a cliff. Hammering into his ribs like a palpitating war drum begging for battle. And as the innate craving for bloodshed was lit, Michael''s aura molded itself accordingly. Leaking out like an acidic vapor, and spreading into the area like a rampant tidal wave. The atmosphere became heavy and gloomy, and the air turned noticeably more dense. Evident by how the encompassing crowd began to step back in nervousness. Not wishing to be caught in between the brewing skirmish. As for the Paladin, he immediately let go of Michael''s shoulder and stepped back whilst his armour rattled on like the tail of a snake. His face started to grow pale, and the white hair lost it''s luster. Disappearing together with the previous valiant aura. "What are you doing...?" The boy''s heavy plating propelled him down. Scraping against the pavement like a calc brick being dragged against a blackboard. However, the horrid sound was barely able to hide the petrified voice which blurted out of his mouth. Sounding like a stuttering parrot. "S...Sir...?" But Michael did not answer immediately. First spinning around at a blinding speed. Sparking up a ripple of air which blew into the audience, and knocking back the boy. "You should have taken your justice shit somewhere else." From beneath the black and red robe, Michael slowly lifted up his knife shaped hand. Letting it rise above his head, and aim up at the heavens like a cursed blade. The black nails on his fingers grew slightly longer and visibly sharper. However, no one was able to notice it, as the only thing worthy of attention was the punishing and domineering voice. "Begone." --- [Innate Ability: Air Control] --- The cell''s in Michael''s arm started to integrate with his innate ability. Summoning forth the genes of his Condor, which then morphed the limb into an antenna capable of calling upon storms. And so he swung straight down. Ruthlessly sending out a translucent crescent razor at the foolish child. The paladin did not even have time to move away before it smacked into his armour with a thundering clang. Beating up a cloud of gravel and dust into the air. But despite the clear display, Michael begrudgingly frowned at from behind the smokescreen. Unsatisfyingly question a foreign entity which hid on the other end. "Who do you think you are?" A ripple of wind blasted out from his body. Making the vered panther robe flail up into the air like a kite, and cause the mist of filth to disperse. Before him now stood the brown haired female knight with a silver cross blade. Held in a horizontal position as to block his resent strike. However, she did not possess any of the impressive energy from before, as her face was pale from fright and nervousness. Michael''s light swing had not only sliced her sword in half, but also grazed against her armour. Leaving a centimeter deep dent next to her shoulder, and down the ribcage. Only slightly further and it would mean the end. "Y...You..." She was almost unable to process what had happened, as she had immediately leaped into the fray after sensing this stranger''s killing intent. "Are you insane?! You could have killed him!!" The female knight continued to scream in shock. "Yes, I know." However, no matter what the girl said, Michael felt no remorse nor regret. Rather, something within his body kept on craving he killed the boy. How dare such a powerless, weak, and incompetent....monkey dare lecture him about what HE could and could not do?! His anger kept on rising, and the hellish flame inside his heart burnt more and more for each second. "Now move..." Michael''s eyes grew more radiant whenever he reminisced of the hate stemming from the deep. Turning them into two blue suns that emitted a heat comparable to the exhalation of an animal about to go berzerk. The female knight felt all the confidence she had built up over the years crumble to ash when she saw the stranger''s eyes. Who was this man? To be able to slice her blade which could take the blow of a lower king... "W...Who do you think you are to attack the young lord of the [Snow serpent clan]?! Is killing not too unnecessary here? All my party member did was try to help.." After trying to rack her brains together and looking for help, she eventually found out that this was a matter no one present could solve. Thereby going over to try and use her friend''s background as a tool for negotiation. After all, the snow serpent clan was very powerful! However, as she shakenly looked over at the cloaked man, she found nothing close to an expression which reflected regret. In fact, he seemed to....smile? "The snow serpent clan...oh what a coincidence." Michael silently muttered. Making sure no one heard him before turning back to the girl. "Indeed. Killing your companion would be too extreme." His eyes lost their luster, and he regained a more enclosed aura. It made the female knight breath a sight of relief, and help regain some color to her skin. Beliving that she had brought some sense into the man. "Oh, thank you for your benevolence, kind lor...." And so she started to wholeheartedly thank him with a slightly smug smile. Relieved that her ploy had worked. However, what she failed to notice was that from deep within Michael''s blue eyes, a yellow pattern made it''s way. Sizzling forth for but a second before retracting back and allowing Michael''s booming voice to flow. "So I shall castrate him." He firmly stated. His words bound by an unseen power which came from his soul. "Wh...Wha..." The girl started to grow pale again. Not knowing what to do now. But before she could even finish stutter a word, Michael''s figure whisked away in a whirlwind-like blur. "No wai...!" She screamed out while feeling an unstoppable gale brush past her body, and kick up her brown hair. Trying her best to turn in hopes of making it in time. Sadly, her speed was much too inferior. *SQUISH!!* Before her body could fully swing around, an explosive smashing sound thundered out from behind. It was as if a buss full ofpassengers had been brutally smashed with a flaming meteorite that had fallen straight from orbit. "AAAHHH!!!" The female knight eventually got a view of the scene. However, the first thing her brain managed to digest was the roars of agony thrown out from the paladin''s mouth, the rivers of anguish falling from his blue eyes, and the wild convulsions coursing through his body. As for the rest, Michael now proudly stood with one foot planted right in between the boy''s twitching legs. It was decked in a visible tornado which coiled around the base to the shin. Scrapping away the weak metal on the surface, and mincing the organic matter underneath like a drill. Leaving behind a bloody pool of mud. The wind slowly dispersed. Allowing Michael to retracted his bare foot while calming himself, and quickly summoning his spirit to fix his disguise. Not even sparing another pitiful glance at these morons. "There. You may take your leave. But freet not, for I shall purge your clan in the future. Now get out of my sight." Michael uncaringly said whilst turning around to leave. Proceeding back towards the unmoving carriage. "Do you dare say your name?!" But as he moved off, the shaken male knight who still stood next to the mage screamed at him. Was this idiot trying to flaunt now that the show was over? Michael didn''t even care to turn around for someone of such low caliber. Only gently answering the request with one of his own. "Do you dare tell me yours?" His voice was filled with a peculiar type of force. One that only a deranged person who would stop at nothing to fulfill his desires possessed. And just as one would expect, he was left with silence. It seemed that these fools could bark but not bite. "As I thought." Michael''s voice echoed out. Containing within a clear spite aimed at the male knight. The mage and knight duo only hatefuly glared at Michael''s departing digure while rushing to their friend. Wishing to tend to his wounds. "L..Lord garon. Please stay still." A tender voice came from beneath the turquoise mage as she delicately aimed her hand at the mutilated sight. Silently chanting something in hopes easing the pain. Michael didn''t bother with what they did anylonger. Finding himself rummaging through hos thoughts whilst reapproaching the carriage''s entrance. ''What a vulgur and eyesore thing to witness. This town should indeed be destroyed before I depart.'' However, as the desire for battle started to fuel itself, it was stopped by a familiar translucent screen which popped up in his face. --- [Source Drain Activated!] [Bloodline absorbed!] [Reconstruction Activated!] --- Michael opened his eyes in surprise after hesaw the notification. Deeply astonished by the sudden activation of his abilities. ''Oh? Did I get some filth on my leg?'' --- [Snow Whiper cells added] [Snow Whiper: 1%] --- ''WHAT?!'' Both his opened eyeballs almost launched themselves out of his head after seeing the display. Rocketing a jolt of excitement through his entire being. ''Does every clan possess these almost extinct bloodlines? If so, that would explain their affinity and fancy name." Michael shifted his gaze away from the black wooden door connected to the carriage and firmly onto the white boxes. Making sure to properly read them inwardly a couple of times before going back to the door. Extending his hand towards the handle, and letting it rest on top of it. ''I didn''t have [Reconstruction] before, but now that I do...'' From the abyss laying dormant inside his body, where all the lingering instincts he had amassed laid dormant, a grey whisp of what resembled a beastly humanoid rouse up. Stretching out from the depths, and integrating into his soul. Further inflicting Michael with the Czar beast''s inner lust for absolute power and domination. ''I should pay them all a visit...'' And so, his blue eyes took on a faint gold color as he wriggled open the carriage door. Proceeding head first in alongside the bestial aspect. 74 Divination [A/N: And after a long wait, I gift you a long chapter. Enjoy!] Michael then entered head first into the dark carriage. The atmosphere and lighting inside was both damp and lackluster. Mirroring an ancient attic found inside an abandoned building. The walls were grayed out, and there sat dark table in the middle of the room. Peacefully laying united with a rotten wooden chair aimed in his direction, and four melting wax candles glued on each edge. Holding onto their own specks of yellow fire which burnt on top. But behind the haunting display, there was something else which caught Michael''s attention. "Sit down..." From the other end of the table, a hoarse feminine voice crawled over. Belonging to what he figured to be hooded old hag seemingly starting her journy past the hundred year mark. Her entire figure was completly covered in a textile of similar color to the one outside, but despite the mysterious whisper and the dark cowl covering her ashen body, there was a certain warmth excluded from the old lady''s position. It was simply unfitting. But Michael didn''t say much and only sat down. Pushing his stomach against the table, adjusting his body, and crossing his arms before starting to speak. "So, lady. How does this divination stuff work?" His voice was filled with an arrogant sense of pride. Almost as if he demanded an answer. "Sixteen is enough." The hag answered him with an crackling ring. And to her response, Michael flickered the silver ring on his finger. Pulling out a bunch of glistening yellow coins and throwing them across the table. The circular slices of gold all fell before her hazy figure. However, she did not pick them. Rather, a raspy chuckle flowed over the metal like the greedy gaze of a starved theif. Seeping with a gluttonous intent. "To pull so much money out on the spot.... Did you perhaps rob some rich household?" The hag hoarsly whispered. Michael didn''t answer. Only proceeding to lean over the table while impatiently waiting for her to begin with a netrual wince. And to the lack of words, the old woman chose to act. Laughing away the boy''s rudness while retriving something similar to a white glass ball from underneath the table. "I see, I see...." Her voice grew slightly more gentle everytime she spoke. Almost as if trying to calm the boy down. However, just when Michael felt himself regain some of his calm composure, the hag once more spoke. Coughing out a line of words which snapped the string of ease tying his mind. "You are different from the beastlords I have met.. But then again, those with the blood of Czar have always been of the short tempered type. Yet, I would say you are more impulsive than the rest...or mabye disciplined?" The set of words grinded against his ear canal like a brittle cloud of sulfur. Slowly making it''s way into the drum, until eventually reaching his brain. Burning against the frail tissue like an acidic powder. Michael felt his heartbeat speed up, the nerves in his body fire up, and a chaotic flow of power begin to rush through his veins after registering what she said. He was going to snap the table in half and instantly behead the old lady with the combined might of his beasts. However, before he could act, she signaled him with a reassuring set of words and a wave of her shriveled up hand. "Worry not, stray welp. What you are does not matter to me. As long as you pay, I wouldn''t even care if you were a Devil. Now ease yourself. This takes time." Michael didn''t want to just leave it at that, but the authenticity of her words weren''t something he managed to internally question. Almost as if he could validate what she said. And so, with a heavy heart, he sat back down. Dissatisfiedly pushing himself further into the chair. His response made the hag nod her head from benath the cloak and go back to work. Smearing her white tire-like hands onto the smooth glass ball. *Crack!!* However, right when her hands did a full rotation around it, the ball suddenly cracked apart. Shattering into large translucent shards which then further withered away into smaller fragments. Eventually dispersing into the faint air flow that traveled by the vax candles. "Is that supposed to happen?" Michael, who was intently sitting on the opposite end, lifted up his eyebrows and question. A little unsure of what she was doing. But despite his call, the robed woman did neither move nor say anything. Silently gazing upon the dispersing fragments of ice without a word. "Hello?" Michael once more called to her. This time more forceful. And as his majestic bellow trembled into the confide space, a sudden shiver thunder through the hag''s cloak. "Ch...Chaos....!?" She stunningly stuttered. Her voice penetrating the layer of confidence spread out by Michael''s lingering aura. Shattering it like a set of crumbs trying to stand against the weight of a truck. Feeling his presence being overpowered by the old hag''s loss for words sparked a sense of danger within the core of Michael''s body. Removing any thoughts about attacking her or recklessly charging. However, while he felt the intimidating blanket of heat retract into the hag''s body, she once more spoke out. This time much more respectfully. Almost as if she now saw herself sitting before the royal heir to a kingdom. "To think that... No, forgive me for the minor inconvenience. I.....will resume in second..." Michael wanted to ask what the hell she meant, but before he could talk, another act started to unfold. This time, the hag retrieved what looked like a bowl of dimly lit liquid mercury from under the table. It violently swished back and forth like a sort of gel, yet did not manage to spill over the edge. Remaining locked in the wooden embrace of the container. "Now let''s see..." The hag then slammed it onto the wooden board seperating her figure from Michael''s. Causing the contents to further slosh around like an unstable tide. Michael did not interupt her once. Only finding himself intently staring whilst also printing down the next following actions. For after the robed lady aligning the box with her body, she then spread out her hands. Lifting them up in the shape of a cross. And with her black cloak thined out, the boney white hands sticking out on each side gave off some weak quivers. Almost seeming like a vibration was sendt through her ancient bones. But while Michael kept looking over the weird pose, a brittle sense of movement caught the attention of his blue and gold eyes. The viscous silver liquid seemed to react to the hags actions. Evident by the deep metallic mud beginning to visibly boil. Bubbling up more rapidly for each passing second. As if a group of divers inside had lost their gear and were now fighting to reach the surface. And so, alongside the unstable movements, the metal started to take on a lighter red color closely resembling raw meat, before then abrubtly removing the shackles of gravity. It was as if a vortex of air had brewed up over the olden case. Staring to steadily siphon up the contents like an invisible snake wildly satiating it''s thirst. ''I can''t sense any sort of essence here. How is she lifting it up then?'' "Now..." She hoarsly whispered. The hag swiftly crossed the gaping arms shut. Sealing the void air surrounding her body with a wild embrace. The metal then followed. Conversing into several burning orbs, who then again split up. Eventually forming into a multitude of poker deck numbering into sixteen. And as the cards finished taking form, the hag let her arms fall down onto the creaking brown table alongside the cooling alloy shards. Michael, who finally lost his patience, locked his full attention at the evenly spread stack who now stood in the shape of a pyramid. Wanting to flip the all over. However, before he could touch one, the old lady hoarsly pushed his rising hand away with some of her aura and a gentle question. "Pick one of the four above, Lord of Beasts, and I will tell what your future hold." ''Only the four above? What a joke....'' Both satisfied, yet still unsure of what she meant by only the four above, Michael weakly grunted at her before pointing his hand at the one on top. Demanding that she turn it around. The hag only nodded in response and waved her hand. Causing both the card and Michael''s unmoving gaze to flip over. But as it flew onto the other side, Michael narrowed his eyes. Unable to understand what this so called divinations meant. Etched onto the hardened metal shard was the image of what should be a four eyed serpentine dragon. It''s body was littered with large thorns, and it''s head beared the mighty crown of a reptilian sovereign. However, while he ran through what the image might mean, his train of thought was ended by a sharp sting in the form of a gentle breath. "Through your life you will meet many who are worthy of affection. However, you will only take one lover. And a four eyed dragon at that.." But while she spoke with her hoarse voice, the hag abruptly stopped. For the card she had just turned suddenly began to move on it''s own. On the four sharp edges on the item, some faint cracks were beginning to appear. Slowly making their way towards the dragon''s head before stopping. She did not resume before after the action had ceased. Eventually beginning to talk once more, but this time with a more wary tone. One displaying a clear unease. "But be careful, welp. For even dragons are not guaranteed to live forever..." Michael moved his eyes back to the hooded lady while he grimaced. This time respectfully answering back. "Are you saying I will end up alone?" His eyes glued themselvs onto the covered head of the hag. And although her face could not be seen, a set of feeble vibrations could be seen moving underneath. Almost making it seem as if she understandably smiled at him. "Don''t be like that. Those who bear the blood of Czar have been known to never take more than a single mate in their life." "Or that''s what I have heard...." Michael wanted to say something more, but before his lips could utter the thirsting questions he had in store, another card rolled around. However, to Michael''s astonishment, he was not the only one shocked by the sudden move. For from the corner of his vision, he saw something resembling a quake of suprise shoot out from the cloaked body before him. No, did she perhaps order it to turn? "Let''s continue then." The hag said with a craggy tone. Michael didn''t say anything and just looked over the metal shard. Engraving it''s features into his mind with a frown, while also listening to the old lady speak. On the new card, seven images were for display. First was a bundle made up of five withered claws you would most likely identify as belongings of an undead. All tightly stacked next to each other like a the bones of a rotting animal. Meanwhile, next to them, a type of broken antler laid. Not only rippled with cracks and dents, but It also gave of a feel similar to the withered claws. Yet, despite the clear shallowness, it still stood with it''s beaten frame pridefully aimed upwards. However, Michael ignored both the hands and the antler. Going over to sew the pupils within his tainted eyes tightly onto a small object laying in between the two body parts. ''What the...'' His heart began to beat faster as he saw something resembling a severed ear. No, this was no ordinary ear. Actually... ''It looks like.....my own?'' But as Michael tried to identify the flab, the old woman''s words softly brushed past his head once again like the creak of an old door. Reeling back in the now dormant consciousness like a sinking fishing line. "Battles that will prove worthy to savour will lovingly embrace you. However, I cannot guarantee you will come out unscathed. So pick your actions wisely." And after finishing, the hag lifted up her shriveled hand back up in a familiar manner. Causing yet another sheet of metal to spin around and hit the wooden table before Michael had the chance to say something. "Eh?" Michael stuttered out after seeing it. This time, the image imprinted on the molded alloy displayed something he felt familiar to, yet was also unable to completely recognize. Shaped on the surface of the card laid the body of a four armed, faceless woman. Her hair was charred in the color of sulfur, yet her non existent eyes held something similar to a green tint. Giving of a vengeful aura belonging to a tyrant. ''This is...'' However, before he could completely affirm his suspicious about what the image meant, his eyes seemed to naturally wander over to the figure next to it. Beside the floating woman, a broken beak seperated into nine mutilated pieces laid spread. It reminded Michael of an abandoned set of remains belonging to someone who never was granted any care. But whilst Michael started to puzzle the pieces togheter, a pally voice drew upon him. "Two gifts. One who waits, and one who fades...." Michael lifted his chin up and tiringly gazed at the robed woman once more with a heavy heart. Guilt slowly became clear inside his blue and yellow eyes, and it birthed a type of agonizing rash which burrowed into his soul. However, this was no ordinary pain. For it was one he was still unable to point it out. From the abyss within his body, a grey whisp of smoke started to once again burrow itself up. Drilling out from the locked prison, and then seeping into Michael''s soul. It seemed that, unknowingly, his body had acted without his manuel order. Calling upon a force, whatever it may be, to help ease his growin sense of fault. And to it''s request, the machine made from Michael''s cells had acted. Integrating another set of the Czar Beastlord''s instinct into his fibers. The pain started to disappear. Replacing itself with a stagnating desire for longing and a gluttonous hunger. Then, it morphed the guilt. Forging it into a maddening thirst for battle and completion which nailed itself into every atom that made up his body. And as his brain and soul twitched back and forth, Michael looked back at the hooded lady with a scrutinizing glare while his eyes steadily took on a neon yellow color. Visibly radiating out an unstable sea of rage which threatened to spill over. "She wait not in this land, and he wait not in this world...." The once blue eyes kept on getting corrupted by the yellow light that stemmed from within his sockets, and his gray-ish hair turned darker and sharper. Bit by bit, swallowing it up until... "But you will one day see them again." The hag tenderly whispered. Making sure to help alleviate some of the burden placed on the boy''s heart. Stopping the growing epidemic that threatened to consume him. Michael clearly heard her, and with the force of reassurances, he managed to calm down. Tilting his head down and aiming his almost completely yellow eyes on the last card which was now flipped over. On this card laid the image of a broken, uneven mask. One side was happily smiling, reflecting the joy of life. However, the other side held a clear, sunken curve aimed straight down. Drowned in both torment and loath which dripped out from the agonizing expression. These sides were so similar, yet obviously incompatible. Only strung together through a forced move of fate, and bound by an oath thicker than any vocal promise. But the mask was only one of the present figures that had appeared. For a circle made of several whisps of smoke rotated around it. Imprisoning it like an island surrounded by continues waves of madness which forever refused to depart. "What is this supposed to mean?" Michael had already reached his limit and respectfully demanded she tell him what it meant. "Face your coming battles, and you will see the one you thought was lost. Run, and you might never meet again." Michael tightened the muscles in his eyes to her choice of words. Focusing all possible attention at the covered head. "And who will I meet if I stay then?" He harsly responded to her. A soft moment of silence covered the two as Michael waited for an answer. Ending only aftet the hag''s voice echoed back at him. "I cannot say... But he is younger than me." ''Younger than you?'' This time, Michael finally grew tired of her hints. His vocal cord started to strain itself, and his voice became more refined and contorted. Shooting at the hag''s body like a jet of water. "What about the rest of the card." Michael''s words sparked up a short breeze which brushed over the hags cloak. Pushing it ever so slightly backwards. "I cannot say what they are... Or how they came to be..."The hag answered him. Letting the hood which surmounted her head continue to topple down. "But I can hear their pressured whispers which endlessly whirl around in the deep. Commanding to one day be set free from the wretched abyss which has spawned them." Her voice grew more unstable, and her hood continued to fall like an avalanche shot from the top of a mountain. Eventually spilling over and revealing a sharp, wrinkled chin. "And what do they say?" Michael asked. Never once removing his eyes away from the hag''s exposing face. "They repeat but a single set of words... The name of their afflicted keeper who they will forever try to topple..." As she continued, the aged voice became more akin to the sound of a broken horn. Rattling away like the ball of a rusted bell while her hood fell off. Michael''s eyes widened at the sight. Her bald skin, although clearly affected by time, still held a sturdy texture similar to metallic silk. However, her eyes.. No, those were not eyes. Planted inside her sockets laid two glass pearls. Identical to the scrying ball that just broke into pieces. They seemed to large to fit. Almost making it look like...someone had lodged them inside with the most brutal of force. "They call for a name." But her low screech continued on while he watched his afterimage move inside the mirroring trinkets. Calling out the one thing he would not forget. "They call for yours, Michael." Michael kept staring into the glassy white eyes which perfectly reflected his facial features. Gazing past the elderly cover which made up the hag''s face and the bald head. Bathing in his own image which seemed to be like an open book before the peering doors of glass. Unable to look away, as his mind felt almost spellbound by the sight, Michael took a moment to use the moment of clarity to calm himself. "...I persume that is all?" After a moment, Michael spoke again. His voice having gone back to normal. The old woman did not say anything for the first second. Only closing her eyes after she made sure that her prophesy was right and then satisfyingly smiling at him. "Do you not want to know what the other twelve cards mean?" She said. Her tone also seeming to having reverted back. "I would like to, yes. But will you show me?" The hag''s wrinkled smile grew wider and more uneven. Pulling further upon the leathery white skin which was tied onto her ancient bones. She softly brushed past her cloak with one of the wrinkled hands. Retrieving something before gently placing the objects onto the table. It was two folds of white paper. Each one had a set of writings on them which were to blurry for Michael to read. "The first one is a gift from me. A token of my good will in hopes of you hearing out a simple request of mine." The old lady muttered. "A gift?" Michael asked with a questioning tone as he lifted his gaze. She met Michael''s interested gaze with an expression carved out of integrity. Smirking and lifting he wrinkled skin above her closed eyelids. "Yes, a gift. I sense you practice a battle art. However, beginning with such a thing at the king layer is not how it works." "An art is supposed to train and transform your body from the day your practice it. And your layer will advance alongside said technique. Or that''s for humans and beasts like yourself who hold such capabilities." The hag finished up with a gentle tone of speech. Making sure he heard her clearly. "What did you say?!" A jolt of shock sprawled out from Michael''s brain after he registered what she said. He felt like a fool who had just opened a book. Trying to understand everything through the first page, but only to find out much more was held in store. "Even with a second nuclei, your level is still that of a higher lord. After all, you have not become a king yet." The hag brutally responded. ''So I reached the emperor layer with the help of Andev''s core? Then I still need to evolve in order to properly advance or train until breaking through.'' "A higher lord as in a peak beastlord? Then there must be several ranks for a Czar Beast?" However, Michael ignored the ring of honesty. Continuing to wildly question her about the true depths of her answer with a bewildered voice. The old woman smiled back while pushing over on of the papwr folds to his side. Proceeding to gently narrate the ranks of a Czar Beastlord. "For every hundredth man, there is a beastsoldier. For every thousandth, there is a beastmaster. And for every ten thousandth, there is a beastlord.." Her voice was similar to one found in a caring grandma. Happily informing Michael about what he asked. "Meanwhile, for every hundredth thousandth, there will be a king." But as she came to what seemed to be the end, the voice grew more apathetic. Closing itself off like an iron gate. Michael frowned at the remark and just coughed at her to continue. Not sure why she just stopped like that. "What comes above that then?" However, he did not receive the same loving explanation this time. Instead, an angry growl lashed against his body like a newly oiled whip. "You are not ready to deal with such power yet, stray welp. But yes, I hope you can at least consider my next request after taking this." The old woman mysteriously whispered to him before pulling herself back. "It''s a [Regression Technique]. Helping your body adapt and be enhanced thoroughly by new arts before reaching the level of a divine being. Use it to learn that impressive technique you currently practice. It will help it have a more complete effect, and it''s quite rare to come by in these parts." She then continued while shifting her locked eyes towards the paper slip near Michael''s body. He looked back into her closed eyelids with some new expectations. What could this woman, who clearly hid her strength rather well have to request from him? "And what is your request?" Michael asked her with a mellow tone. The old woman smiled once again at his undeniable recognition. Satisfied that he was willing to hear her out until the end. "How about you become my pet beast?" However, no matter how charmingly she said it, her request made Michael''s stomach twist and turn in disgust. Even his body got sick by only the thought of joining in on such an idea. After all, when Jenkins had formed an agreement with him, they joined under a contract which was pretty fair. Even tilting in favor of himself if you ignored the opening for betrayal. But this sounded like something which was between a pet and it''s master. "No. I belive our business is done. Farewell." He did not even bother to ask her anything more and angrily snap back at her. Going over to swiftly stand up from where he sat and march out with his cloak draping behind. The old woman did not say anything as Michael left. But the smiling expression she previously had died down and returned to one showing apathy. As Michael exited out with a heavy set of footsteps, the old woman once more opened her glassy eyes. Pointing them in the direction of where the unturned cards laid. Her eyelids weakly quivered as she glared at them with the haunted gaze. Ordering the shards to turn around with an unmatched power which could command fate itself to move. They switched sides with the utmost haste. And as they did, a regretful sigh escaped the withered diviner''s lips. Throwing out both an exhalation of hot air, and a punishing whisper which burnt into the cards that were currently rearranging themselvs. "Pitiful child. May you pray to the forces of Chaos that they change your fate..." Her voice was cruel and cold, like a soothing melody of pure logic. The cards eventually finished moving. And as they did, the diviner eyed down the ones above while slowly moving towards the bottom. On the top now laid seven of them lined up. Imprinted with one singular mask each. They all smiled mockingly down at every organism underneath. Holding nothing but disgust and loath for whatever was not of themselvs. Meanwhile, below them, a single card laid. Burnt with the image of a crying devil that was cursed from the day of it''s birth. It begrudgingly stared down at the last four cards which were painted with their own cleaved off head. Each one containing an expression of pure anguish and torture, but seemed to once have belonged to a loving family. And while the diviner''s scrying eyes fell upon the last batch, she finished her sentence. It crawled out from her now fading body which slowly dispersed into the wind. Eating away at the cards existence while also extinguishing the encompassing vax candles. "Or there will be nothing in your short life but pain..." "Horrendous, unending pain....and death." ..... But as the diviner currently cursed and prayed for him, Michael made his way back to the inn. Ignoring all passersbyers and quickly entering his room. Just as he remembered it, the aged cabin-like chamber had not changed. Still containing the bed, bench, window and the scent of treebark and alcohol. Michael delicately glanced at the sight with his almost completely yellow eyes before throwing himself onto the bed. Sitting down with his back hunched, and silently calling out a command to the existence he held most familiarity with. "Show me my evolutions." His voice was domineering, but also visibly tired and regretful. Holding onto the previous experience with an almost vengeful hold. --- . [Evolutions available 2/2] . [Czar''Beastking: A king amongst beasts and a force to never be underestimated. They are dominant and possessive by nature, and eat only the flesh of those they deem worthy. The Czar''Beastking has the ability to make weaker beasts submitted to them through sheer hostility. Possessing an unparalleled might which causes the weak to die in fear, and a hide able to withstand an equally fearful wrath. They have an innate ability to transform into a colossal monster reflecting their wild urges. [Lycanthropy]. . [Hel''Saz: A creature made from the cells of every spawn created by the divine beings [Hel''Nor] and [Chayah]. It''s supposedly called an almost perfect existence, possessing an agile body that cannot be broken by regular means, but sadly also a mind which can do naught but demand death, as it is inflicted with the agonizing pain and regret of millions of failed experiments. Causing an eternal lust for carnage. The Hel''Saz has the ability to curse itself, turning it''s body into a ruinous weapon. [Cells of The Cursed]. . --- The system answered his request with the familiar translucent textboxes. Radiating out the informative glow which he had not seen in a while. However, while looking at the two choices he had, Michael got a second idea. Quickly emitting it out through his mouth in the form of a question. "Can I evolve any of my other forms?" - . [Negative. Host''s physical form is tied to [Hominid Bloodlines] . - But despite his deep excitement, he received not the answer he wished for. However, it was not completely dissatisfactory, as it helped enlighten him in what path to pursue further. Birthing a thoughtful smirk on his red lips, and a gentle speech of intellectual pride. "I see. So I guess that all hominid forms I have can be evolved. And my [Autrarion] is not at a hundred percent yet, which should explain why I only have two choices.. I should see how far the [Endless Evolution] ability will take me before fusing the current two togheter..." "But I wonder. In the future, will I be able to freely evolve all the beasts I have in store, or will I create a single creature with an unparalleled might?" Michael''s mind kept wander about the different combinations and ideas about his future form. Would he make a beast which could fuse everything into one, or many who held no equal? Yet, as Michael kept thinking about it, a clear determination rouse from his core. Igniting his desire for fulfillment, and making him remember the sacrifice of the one who he now considered his brother. Once more making him loyally swear to make everything right with this second chance. And with his heart rekindled once more, the dangerous glint in his eyes burnt. Hurriedly aiming the flaring gaze down at the system''s screen with a lustful fervour. Michael''s entire mouth then formed into a nefarious smile, his heart once more started to rattle, and his neck tightened as the final choice was made. One that could not be reversed. "Evolve me into the Beastking!" .... 75 Strained The very next morning.... In the heat of early day, down the familiar path of cracked pavement and loose gravel, an almost mysterious individual traversed. His body was decked in a hooded robe fetched off the corpse of a mighty predator. However, despite it''s spacy slackness, the cloak was unable to hide the individuals clear and sturdy frame. Even the steps were heavy, helping reveal the undisputed strength. Yet, they did not seem to make a sound. Moving on unconsciously as if tied by ropes and strings. However, even with the almost lifeless and invisible movements, the skin held a brisk color. Only.. Had it not been for the....for the leathery black lips which excluded an aura similar to a sealed bunker, and the acromatic nails painted with a color of ash and sulfur, you would almost think of him as a fine noble. But whilst thoughts may wander, the outside pulsations of the elements desired a proper answer. Evident by how the wind grew more resilient as he walked. And due to a fated breeze, the cape which was tied around the individual''s body loosened slightly. Revealing what was previously sealed off. From beneath the textile''s cover, the untouched patched of a barely visible neck, sharp chin and naked feet now laid more thoroughly exposed. Bathing there to collect the first hand awe which those daring enough would see. The first sight to witness would be the shady, callous-filled dermis which housed a multitude of dark blue veins. They were almost impossible to miss, as the rackets of matter imposed their own existence every passing moment. However, if one did manage to avoid these rails of organic wire, they would be instantly captivated by the fibrous tissue which they were embeded in. Every passing merchant and salesman, man and woman, and children and elders alike all backed off whenever they crossed the individuals path. Scurrying away through the poorly constructed road like shy critters. Sparking up screens of powdered dust in their wake, and swiftly to heaving on for a stolen sense of peace through some hasted and wild inhalation. But the individual did not say anything to this pathetic show. Continuing on down the road of stone tiles and gravel until eventually reaching his destination. And finally, the caped humanoid stopped in his tracks. Aiming his hidden line of sight at but three things. First, a large wooden cart seeming to be filled with several types of caged birds. Second would be a familiar pack of large wolves and cats lining their fearful gazes at his body. And lastly, an aged, poorly dressed figure which turned around to greet him with an unsure smile and a stuttering sentence. "You look a little different. Perhaps....taller?" The aged voice of Benjamin travelled out towards the caped mast. It sounded a little nervous, yet also slightly joyous. And to his call, the hood further loosened up. Showing two dots of yellow light which penetrated out from beneath the dark. Resting above the inky lips. "Yes. You could say that." A more mature and hardy voice responded. Belonging to none other than Michael. Benjamin only smiled back at the response. Lifting his wrinkled hand through the familiar, baggy clothing and scratching his bald head. Unsure of how to receive these changes. ''Did his body grow after leveling up or did he enhance himself with the blood samples I gave him?'' The old man''s thoughts wandered off. Still trying to tie Michael''s transformation with the class he had mistakenly tied him to. That being the [Bloodline Alchemist]. ''Well, whatever. Those crazy alchemists do whatever they want... Now let''s see.'' Benjamin then turned his back to the barely discernible Michael and marched towards the cart behind. Going over to pluck one of the many singing cages out from the pile, before then turning back to the boy with a caring smile. "As promised. One regular bird." Michael looked over the small ball of feathers peacefully resting behind the thin bars of iron. Even going as far as to weakly sqaut down in order to get a proper look. Closely resembling a canary, the bird was indeed the size of a golfball. However, unlike the regular one, it had a more refined look. Possessing some much smoother feathers which were orange on color. "It''s an [Apricot Canary]. They are incredibly rare and almost impossible to find as most live in the [Demi-human Continent]." Benjamin sparingly said. Speaking of it as if the bird was some sort of burden. "Are you sure it is ok for me to have this?" Michael turned towards him while softly asking. Unsure wether to take on another pet, and especially one of such rarity. "These types of birds are surprisingly hardy, live long, fly fast and have a melodious chirp. However, they are almost impossible to tame, being very resilient and self centered even after a contract is formed." Benjamin nonchalantly responded. Treating this small creature more like a curse even though he was currently praising it. "They are quite an anomaly amongst regular animals actually, but they surprisingly hold no bloodline nor layer of power. And besides...." "Giving it to you would remove some potential trouble...if you catch my meaning. It''s safer in your hands." Michael listened to the old man talk and registered how he put a little more pressure on the last line. "I see... Then I will gladly take it." Michael humbly accepted the gift. Nodding his head with a clear gratitude while questioning the old man further. "Besides this, can I ask for something else? It''s about what we spoke of yesterday." Benjamin''s grey eyes glistened as he heard the boy speak. Trying to hide the excitement felt whenever he got to talk about his trade. "Go ahead, Michael by boy." The old man''s voice was hurried, yet fiery. Causing Michael''s black maw to tweak up into a weak smile. "Well, there was something I wondered about.. When an animal grows, it will eventually reach it''s growth limit if I remember right?" Benjamin''s gray eyes further burnt after he heard Michael''s hardy tone once again. Happily beginning to spill all he knew through a satisfying speech. "Yes. That is how it works. Most beasts get strong as they evolve, but they will all one day reach a physical limit. A layer which will shackle them. After all, regular magical and mutated beast have their power development directly tied to their physique. Their layer will stagnate after the cells reach the limit." "But then again, you have those humanoid monsters who are able to train like we humans do. I am talking about those wretched creatures who hold the name of Czar.." Benjamin''s tone of speech grew darker as he mentioned the Czar tribe. It was filled with a natural hostility which caught Michael''s attention. "However, human techniques supposedly only get them so far layer wise, allowing mostly for a wider arsenal of arts to choose from when fighting. So there is also a restriction there." Benjamin finally finished up. His aged tone having been completely dried out and in need of a short break. Michael indeed gave him a moment to breath. And after making sure the old man had caught back his stamina, he further delved into the question. "Is there a way to break the growth limit then? Or is that a no?" Michael interestingly asked. Thinking through what methods he should try to use for later breakthroughs. And his thirst for knowledge did not go unrecognized, as Benjamin immediately scurried his mind for anything that mat help satiate his new acquaintance. "Break it? Hmmm...." The old man tenderly closed his eyes for a second while scratching his leathery chin. Pondering about possible solutions. "Yes! There is! But only a theoretical one. I haven''t been able to test it out myself." And eventually, the folds of skin smacked up like two blown down windows. Even causing a livid vibration to travel through the wrinkled skin covering his face. "If an animal reaches it''s final form and tries to evolve, they will always fail. However, there should be a solution hidden within the path of mutations." Benjamin started quickly narrate his find. His words resonating like some sickly coughs. "Mutations?" Michael questionably asked back. Finding himself more intrigued. "Yes, through essence radiation. Slowly trying to further empower their cells with toxic magic particles should eventually lead to a mutated physique. It is proven to work on regular animals, as mutated beasts mostly stem from them." "However, for those who already reached the end... It can and cannot make them break through. But I think it would do more harm than good. I mean, reaching a higher layer only to be possibly disfigured and brain dead afterwards? Doesn''t sound like a plausible thing to do.." Michael listened to each piece of information given by Benjamin. Nodding in response as the old man finished talking. Benjamin gave the hooded boy one final glance before awkwardly sighing. Going over to reach out his hand as a form of respect. Wishing to bid farwell to this young man. "Then I will begin my travel towards the capital of Ingel. It was nice being able to talk to you, Michael." Michael smiled back, revealing a bit more of a shy glint as he answered the old man''s sign of farwell. "Likewise." However, as their hands touched, the eyes if both parties shone for a moment. Benjamin''s most likely felt a sense of shock over the sand paper-like skin on the boy''s palm, and a fearful jolt of shock after seeing the sharp, nightly black finger nails on Michael''s hand Meanwhile, Michael''s reaction was from a foregn object scraping against his skin. Making him pull back his hand and look at what he had just received. In the center of his palm now laid a small metal container and a folded piece of snowy paper. He didn''t immediately understand what they were, but through Benjamins craggy voice he quickly got the gist of it. "It''s a radiation coating and a contract for the bird. Now, may we meet again." Michael only nodded his head while smiling back. Happily watching the old man depart towards the frontal part of the carriage where a pack of large, tied hounds laid waiting. Seemingly planning on pulling the massive cart like a sled. And as Benjamin''s figure became more distant, Michael heard one last dry echo before he himself turned around. Causing his smile to become all the more gleeful as his body blurred away in an unnoticeable whirlwind. "Come visit sometime!" ... After the short encounter, Michael''s cloaked body reappeared before the inn he had used as a lodging. Sparking up a familiar mirage of dust and sand as he hastely materialized through a growling gust of air. He still held onto the small iron cage where his orange companion now silently rested. It seemed to have fallen asleep, even unaffected by the short, yet speedy travel. Michael gave the canary a swift glance before resuming towards the cheap entrance. Entering through while letting his thoughts run free. ''I coated the cage in some of my aura before going off. However, it still fell asleep through the turbulence?'' ''I should see if this thing holds anything peculiar power in it''s blood later...'' As Michael walked into the empty tavern, he found himself eventually gazing upon the tall, black haired barmaid on the other end. Still standing behind her counter, and still whiping a translucent glass with her folded handkerchief. She did not give him any attention. Ignoring his approaching figure until he eventually arrived close enough. "How may I help you?" The barmaiden''s voice was as careless as he remembered. Even her dark blue eyes seemed to still lay there both dead and unmoving, only concentrating on the white piece of cloth being whisked around inside the small glass held in her rough hands. But Michael didn''t take any offense to it. Even asnwering her apathy with a careful glare. Running his eyes over her white and brown dress which was stained by some dirt. "May I make a request?" Michael then asked after inspecting her. His voice holding not a raging flame, but a profound grip of saltwater. The barmaid stopped washing her glass and pointed her lifeless eyes back in his direction. Mabye intrigued by the formal question. "What kind?" Michael then out the cage in his hand on top the counter and leaned back. Immediately answering with a tempting tone. "Can you take my companion for a walk outside of the town''s premise? I will make your trip worthwhile." He made sure to put a bit of pressure on the last part. Wanting for her to accept, as not only did he not wish for a fine gift like this to get caught in what he felt was a tensing atmosphere, but also because he was unable to assert something about this woman. You could call it a gut feeling or an inaccurate prediction. But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was an aura, no, a scent which resonated within his mind. And a familiar one at that. "Five hundred gold." And to his satisfaction, the barmaid uncaringly answered. Her voice not even sounding the least bit excited. Michael nodded his head and retrieved two items from beneath his cloak. One being a paper slip and the other being a silver ring. First, he unfolded the small note which started burning up the moment he straightened it out. Causing a notification to appear next to the corner of his vision. Linking him to the sleeping creature, and making him now able to track it. Then he pricked the ring. Causing a pile of gold coins shoot out next to the cage in a hurried fashion. Resembling a beam of water blasted from a fountain. Michael only watched the coins fall down with a metallic rattling sound. Ignoring the minor loss, and giving more attention to the lady in front. She currently retrieved a black trench coat from behind the aged, woody counter. It reflected the color of her long, silky hair and easily fitted her tall body. And right after she managed to cover herself, the woman gently pick up the mobile birdcage with care while retrieving a black ring from her trench coat. Using it to suck in all the slices of gold. Michael felt a slight sense of suprise as he watched the money disappear so quickly. However, the woman did not allow him any time to ask questions. Immediately beginning to walk out from behind the counter and aim straight for the exit with hurried steps. "May I at least know your name?" Michael tried asking. And to his suprise, the woman stopped in her tracks right before she left. Not bothering to put any effort in facing him once more, but at least give him a faint, apathetic response. "My name..." She whispered. Almost as if questioning herself whether her answer was entirely right. No, rather, it was as if she tried to remember it. A strange wave started flowing from her body, her breathing became slower and deeper, and her eyes seemed to regain some life. However, the sense of determination vanished just as quickly as it appeared. Being whisked away from the world the moment she finished muttering her answer. "My name Is.....Sistine." Michael heard her fading voice loud and clear. Despite wanting to know more, he felt like nothing good would come out of him trying to pry for more. And so, he allowed her to peacefully depart. .... Once more alone, Michael embraced the silent and voiceless background. He had not moved an inch away from the counter. Still having cloaked body remaining there like a caped tower. "There you are..." Michael abruptly said. His vocal ring seemingly getting more exited. He then leaned his mighty frame over the counter while forming a humorous smileover his black lips. Even going as far as expose the new set of pointy white blades which had replaced his teeth. Michael kept fillowing his voice which hungrily moved out into the abandoned building. Only stopping when arriving near the corners and creaks which had suddenly swallowed it''s vibrations. And as the essence of his observation disappeared, the encompassing shadowsstarted crawl over into the center of the room like a tide. Meeting at a single point before then spreading out into a large, flat disc of dark mud. However, Michael still did not budge. Continuing to watch as five shadowy pillars began to rise up like the multiple breaths of a geyser. Interestingly observing them take humanoid forms while the tar-like substance began to burn away. "Greetings." A mature voice echoed out from the dispersing smoke of black. Michael''s eyes, which were only viewable as yellow dots due to his hood, began to grow brighter when he heard the answering sound. "How may I help you?" He respectfully replied back. Still holding onto his smile while watching the five human-like men positioned before him. Their bodies were covered like his own, but the faces clearly visible. With skin holding the texture and color of snow and eyes glimmering with a red tint found in a bloody light, one would only be able to differentiate them from each other through the varying jawlines. One being either sharper or wider than the other. However, he analyzed their facial structure for but a moment. Eventually moving down at the robed man standing next to what he figured was the leader. He held onto a red orb which was frantically pulsating. Almost pointing them at something in the room. The holder also equally glanced back at the blinking ball for a second before going over to lift his head. Meeting with the eyes of the one in front, and then beginning to nod as if clearing some suspicion. The one who had received the signal took a step forward. His advance gentle, and his second question formal. "Please forgive me for this abrupt disturbance. But I wished to ask you about something." The gentlemanly figure delicately spoke out. "Go ahead." Michael gladly acknowledged back. Sensing an itching hostility hidden behind the kind act. One that would not let him leave no matter what he did. "Have you recently met a Hel''slakter?" The hooded man followed up. His eyes growing with a carmine color much more profound than the usual red. Conveying an intent of lustful spite which refused to let this man depart no matter what he answered. "No, but I once met a guy reminding me very much of yourself." Michael retorted. Holding back a growing feeling he could almost not control. Something which was generated the instant he felt the hooded individual''s threatening gaze. "Truly? And what was he like?" The carmine eyed man further asked. His red eyes growing more radiant, and the aura excluded from his body transforming into a net. Michael felt the force field encase his body. Trying to bind him in place with it''s power. Sadly, it was far from enough. Not hindering his movements in the least. "He was absolutely delicious..." Michael rudely replied as he backed away from the counter. Taking a step closer towards the carmine eyed man while feeling the bubbling desire in his stomach reach it''s utter limit. "I see..." The red eyed individual regretfully sighed back. Seemingly pitying the one before him. "I need you to please come with us, esteemed lord." However, the carmine eyed man''s sense of shame lasted only a second. Immediately replacing itself with a impatient demand. Michael''s eyes flared up. Turning them into two yellow lanters while his voice grew visibly more strained. "Or else what?" The carmine eyed individual sighed once more. Proceeding to lift his now visible pale hand like a stiff flag, and ordering the crowd behind to release their own wrathful thirst. "Or we will have to take you by force." The carmine eyed individual finished. Immediately beginning to release a bloody red aura alongside his companions. Planning to knock out the man in a single move. This malefic wave of translucent bloodshed was enough to easily ruin the minds of even higher level enemies. And indeed, the cloaked man before them started to tremble when faved with the combined might. His bones visibly rattling from beneath the dark robe like a freezing bull. The carmine eyed man satisfyingly watched the fabric shake. Wishing to finish this and quickly return. However, as he prepared to increase the wave''s power, an unexpected suprise discombobulated his thoughts. "Haha....." From behind the loose black cape that was tainted with stripes of red, a laugh constructed from a comical scorn ruptured out. Sizzling off the bloody aura''s hold while quickly being followed by a feverish chant. "I....I could almost not restrain myself any longer..." The carmine eyed man was going to say something in response. However, before he had a chance to retort, the yellow eyed man started to reignite the frantic belows of mock. "HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" Michael''s vibrating frame increased it''s intensity while the mad laugh resonated into the town. Drawing the attention of its now fearful inhabitants while also causing the tavern to rapidly quake in dismay. It seemed that the previous trembling was not caused by the malevolent hostility, but from his own will. And as the hurricane-like laugh died down, Michael spoke for the last time. Savoring an overflowing sensation which sloshed around in his stomach, and a rapid ticking which sung it''s song within his brain. "THeN tElL mE...." Michael''s contorted voice rang. Building up on a needy desires for the nourishing thrill off war before physically manifesting like a translucent explosion. His unstable emotions which stemmed for the Czar beast punched away through every piece of fabric and material in sight. Capturing the entire area inside a dome of bloodlust which shredded away the consciousness of every human in the vicinity. Knocking them all down either dead or paralyzed. ''What the..?'' The carmine eyed man inwardly questioned in disarray. Not understanding what this man had just done. Sadly for him, however, the only answer he received this time was a crazed shriek which resounded like a giant warhorn. Booming out through Michael''s grinning black lips, and manifesting in the shadowy image of an ecstatic devil. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?!?!" 76 Sanguinary 1 "THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!!" Michael''s scream, which was infused with some sort of unstable energy, boomed out like a sentient tempest. Pushing away the field of wooden tables and chairs nearby whilst pulling onto the opposing foes like large kites. The leading carmine eyed man was planning on responding to the baneful ignition, evident by how his eyes burnt ever brighter. However, the moment he used to refocus was one too long. Before he could fully clear his rumbled mind, Michael violently smashed his foot into the shattering plank floor and shot himself forwards like a speeding car. Leaving behind a sleet of wooden splinters in his wake, and a trailing black streak which seemed to hold a maniacal smile. The cloak covering Michael''s body trashed against the air pressue like a flower placed in the midst of a tropical storm. However, it only seemed to get slighty peeled back when faced by the inhuman speed. Almost like the fabric was attached to his skin. As Michael blew through the atmosphere, he listened to the vivi throbs of clattered oxygen and the huming ring sing inside his head. Repeating their melody before letting the two synchronize. Sparking his brain into a state which seemed to make time slow down. His burning yellow eyes to transform into raging pits of light as the new song echoed within his mind. Making them exerting a hostility which could crack the minds of other like dried grass. ''Not good...'' The carmine eyed man felt the signals from his brain grow more muddled and delayed as he peered into these eternal holes of firey gold. It sendt a hemming interference into his body which temporarily stole part of his control over it. Making him unable to properly respond in time. And now without any resistance or obstructions, Michael''s shadow swung out it''s gauzy arm like a dark whip. Aiming the faint image of his skating palm straight, and then slamming it into the red eyed sack like a plate sized boulder. The impact was similar to one between a iron sledgehammer and a copper gong. Blasting away the carmine eyed man like a helmet hit by a bat, and releasing a shockwave containing the residual thundering of a smashed drum. With the booming resonance, the profound carmine eyes turned into darting rays of amazement as he brutally flew past his companions, and wacked through the wall behind with a loud crack. Tumbling off like a rodent pumped with a slug of hot lead. However, as Michael saw the man roll away, he stopped smiling for a second. Having one single thought resonate inside his mind while he aimed his line of sight at the fired limb. ''Heavy..'' But as he reminisced about the steady sensation, the encompassing individual''s looked over at him in bewildered horror. Glimpsing onto the club that had smacked their leader away. The rough hand and fingers looked like those belonging to a middle-aged man. However, attached on each tip laid shrapnels of dark glass deeply embedded. Reflected an acromatic shine identical to the one on the bracers of rugged pelt which coiled up the rest of this creatue''s limb. "T..This...is..." The closest cloaked individual, who still held onto the pulsating red sphere of glass stuttered out. Staring in alarm while sensing the beating scryer respond faster. However, as he scraggly mumbled, Michael''s figure flashed forwards again. Disappearing from reality in a blinding wisp. A sting of fright burrowed through the sphere holder''s ashen figure when he sensed the faint gust of malice aim itself at him. Unconsciously provoking his body to hurridly try and back off. Sadly, the moment his foot landed back onto the trembling old wood, two flaming yellow crevices sizzled back into reality alongside a smiling shade of lust. He wanted to say something. However, before the signals fully managed to travel through his nevous system, a familiar black rocket shot out from the materializing shadow like a chameleon''s tounge. Easily breaking through his chest like sheet cardboard, and instantly turning his heart into a mashed fruit. The red eyes thumped once before growing dimmer. Loosing their radiance as the strength started to leave the scryer holder''s trembling body. Yet, it did not stem from the disappearance of his core. Rather, it originates from a draining sensation which sucked away all the core components in his body. And as the Holder felt the beating sphere escape the now shallow grip and his body turn into a deflating white husk, he only managed to cough out one last saddened line which reflected the final thing he managed to see. "Mon....ster..." The rest of the company wanted to fly in and try to save him. However, Michael granted them no leeway for even a split second. Before any of them could take another breath, he crossed his arms. Gradually embracing the void whilst commanding his genes to roll. Creating a vortex of air which immediately started to brew inside the tavern. Spinning around with the acceleration of a speeding bullet, and then gradually coil itself around Michael''s body like a whirlpool of white snakes. The wind almost instantaneously reached a point of zenith, swallowing Michael''s entire digure in a sphere of flashing atmospheric blades. shredding apart the drained corpse like a maculated slab of curled pape, and dyeing the generated globe with a ghastly haze. Making his shadowy image appear like a that of a vengeful wraith. Feeling the confrontation reach a dangoures point made the other red eyes try and create some distance. Proceeding to kick their feet down with a deep elegance and glide towards the walls in hopes of escaping. However, the moment they fled was when Michael striked. --- [Innate Ability: Warp] --- With his arms fully crossed, a flare of power rattled the nucleic information inside his body once again. Stimulating a single line of code which then bendt the world to his will. The spinning sphere grew more distorted and indescribable as space seemed to fracture around it. Loading the charging storm with a bundle of hollow ice shards. And with the globe of doom fully armed, Michael screamed out whilst smacking open his embrace. Pushing in the pin! "HA!!!!" Like a detonated frag grenade, the spehere exploded apart in an imploding hurricane. Sending away an eternally expanding tornado of cresent knifes alongside a hail of distorted raindrops. The gale blasted the individuals away like ragdolls, whilst pulling apart every single structure in sight like an incendiary shock wave. Flattening the entire building with the force of an air strike. And as the unstable tide relentlessly howled, the attack further fuelled itself with the broken shards of wood needles and metal nails. Devouring the entire segment of land in an organic cloud. However, the murky screen that laid itself over the area lasted only for a few breaths before being pushed away by another breeze. Soothing the singing shrieks residing within the wind. The trembling bellows slowly turned to whispers, and the consumed field which had been ravaged by the fog of brown dust and white mist faded. Displaying the landscape once again. The entire area was leveled to the ground. Tainted by torn wooden constructions and mangled limbs that were spread around like fallen leavs. All trapped by a shawl of soiled mist which had curled around the scarred section. Enclosing it like the walls found within a prehistoric pit. However, while this once flourishing part was gone, a faintly discernible mast of dark textile could still be seen stationed in the middle. Not having been affected in the least. Michael had not moved. Still standing barefoot in this barren courtyard of waste with his cloaked frame and vivid yellow eyes. Looking over the desolate arena he had created with a satisfactory smirk. "My [warp] doesn''t possess nearly the same amount of power as that the Cheryl girl had... Could it be because the bloodline is incomplete?" Yet, as he savored the taste of control, another sensation occupied the root in his mind. Firing off in tact with the familiar, haunting ticks. It was one that had suddenly made his smile fade like the weather. One reflecting a begrudging dissatisfaction he was unable to understand. But while Michael felt the bitter feeling crawl around his brainstem, the muscles in his body abrubtly twitched. Sensing a disturbance that was headed his way. With a lightning quick turn, Michael claw out his pelted arm through the air. Aiming for the direction where the hostile presence came from. "Bang!!!" A loud smashing sound then reverberated out as his hand crashed into what seemed to be a palm shaped cannonball of blood. Shattering the projectile into muddy bits. Michael''s eyes burnt brighter once more as his head turned over to the side. Locking the steadfast glare onto whatever had fired it. A couple breaths away stood one of the men he had sendt flying. Now lacking the dark cloak. His eyes were dark red like the color on a whitered rose, fitted onto a broad, naked head holding some similarities to an old vase. All being attached to a robust body which had been equipped by a full set of heavy fur armour, seemingly constructed from a red metal. Hiding most of the white skin underneath the tight, dark red mantle. Michael sized the broad baldy up. Scanning his every detail with a thorough look before starting to fleck his teeth. "Was that the best you got?" Michael mockingly chirped. Finding the getup quite funny. However, as his scorn shone out, the broad figure started to burn with a bloody aura. Making the rubble beneath his mighty frame tremble like mice before transitioning over into a levitating colony of circling rubble. Michael''s smirk laid itself to rest as both his arms blew out of the pelted cloak. Readying them like two dark maces and coating them ina wrathful vapor. "Boom!!" The man''s previous position exploded in a cloud of ruin as he propelled himself at Michael. Charging straight whilst clad in a transparent cape of red, and a equipped with death stare even buddah would forbid. As the distance between them rapidly shrunk, Michael sendt a vibration through the ground whilst clenching his fists. Repeating a chant within his head. ''Speed times strength, times distance and lenght..'' His every of fiber connected to the earth. Linking up with the very essence of this land through an invisible bundle of expanding strings. ''Plus the power, and then demand..'' The charger then appeared before his vision in an oozing red haze. Stringing Michael''s image into the red eyes before sending out an ashen palm aimed at his head... "Now suffer the principle which I command!" And as the moment of impact closed in,Michael threw forth his own fist whilst also powering it with the energy of chaos. Sinking the rapmant force into every cell in his hand, and turning the limb into something resembling a heated rod. Now enhanced with the infinite plates of stone and rock beneath his feet, and powered by the primordial force of disorder, Michael hammered his knuckles at the opposing spade of conditioned skin. "Boom!!" As the two objects connected, a radiant beam of lightning bolts burst out through the chargers hand like the bullets fired from a spread round. Searing the white skin black before letting the rest of this heretic power traverse. The charger agonizingly grimaced whilst the horrendous burns kicked his brain into overdrive. Causing him to helplessly roll back while feeling the atoms in his arm get visually incinerated. Smattered away from the chaotic flood which mercilessly tore through his flesh like a starving hive of bullet ants. However, as he fumbled away like a torn rag, Michael started to madly chase. Smashing the soil beneath his feet into hardened clay while loading the other hand with an attack born from an untested genetic code. --- [Innate Ability: Scorched Charge] --- His free arm followed up the previous actions. Cocking itself back like a positioned missile while having the DNA integrate. Rapidly turning the dark fur and skin into a blazing volcanic rock, before then having a web of yellow veins burrow beneath the glaced dermis. Giving Michael''s entire forearm the look of a meteorite entering the atmosphere. Leaving a flaming trail behind as the air ressistance fought against. The charger''s grimace of pain momentarily ceaced when he saw the crazed wolf drive through the road of waste with broad steps. Replacing his current torment with a frantic desire for life while tried crawling away with his remaining limbs. Michael''s heart seemed to skip a beat when he saw the man struggle. Removing the lingering feeling of dissatisfaction, and filling his brain with a pleasurable high as he stared at the miserable sight. The black lips pushed themselvs back once again while the muscles in Michael''s cheeks burnt with an unstable jolt. Twisting every cell until they formed the hungering smile of a starved beast. "AHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU''RE GOING?!" Michael screamed out with a horrific shriek similar to the sound generated by a melting toy. The man''s terrified crawling turned to violent squirmes as the vocal needles of ice sizzled down his mental fortitude, and made him forget all reason. However, as Michael neared his target, the crazed grin abrubtly disappeared. Getting shut down by a familiar sense of danger. "Chaos..." While the meteoric arm glided through the air, Michael stuck one of his moving feet into the dirt. Forcing his body still. With the motion now gone, Michael stretched the schorching mound of burning matter towards the sky before charging it with red lightning. Letting the air crack around it before then, with all his might, let the scalded comet descend like crashing plane. *Boom!!!* An explosion of blazed air rippled through the encompassing space with a vile clap. Charring the surrounding dirt, and smearing it with a putrid smoke holding a sulfuric stench. "Tsk...." --- [Innate Ability: Air control] --- *Swoosh!!!* The inky smog was quickly cleared with another burstful breeze generated from Michael''s body. Revealing the people behind. His cloaked figure was now enveloped by two more similarly dressed opponents. Possessing skin which had been torched into into firewood, and thinner frames than the previous charger. However, at this moment they also shared a limp of stance with their face digging straight into the bleached soil. They lifelessly rested on the ground of charcoal with steaming blood flushing out from their bodies like the water inside a toilet. Having been completely ravaged internally when exposed to the irradiated cells of organic magma and material disorder. "What a shame." Michael shook his covered head with a leathery smirk. Disappointment shone out from his lanter-like eyes while he graded the miserable act. "I would presume you all came here to die then, or am I wrong?" Michael''s voice was as volatile as his chaos energy. Piercing the mind of his last foe who had been able to crawl out of harms reach. The charger, who had been unfortunate enough to survive, weakly shivered when he heard the belittling sentence. Most of his steaming skin had been overcooked by the heat whilst the legs were completely burnt away from the blast. His body now containing nothing more than one remaining arm and two measly pink eyes who excluded a dreadful light. One only generated when a man regretted ever being born. However, Michael''s little speech was not aimed at the blood starved peasent who had recklessly attacked him. Evident by how he turned his head and looked over in another direction. One holding naught but broken planks and a murky dew. "Is that what you belive?" A voice echoed out from the end Michael stared at. Clearing some of the foul smelling air with a dominating vibration. Out of the walls of vaporized filth, two carmine dots could then be seen moving out. Belonging to a rather fine noble man wearing a hoodless black robe. It was decorated by a palm imprint which had been seated in the center of his upper body. The man''s black hair was floored backwards. Resembling a polished brush. As for his skin, it was both glossy and white. Generating a particular shine as the lonesome sun above bathed it in it''s rays. Perfectly fitting the most delicate of facial features who were as sharp as polished daggers. Even Michael felt slightly mesmerized by the impressive appearance. However, not because of attraction, but from a sense of familiarity. "Halrel?" Michael blurted out from his black lips. Having a hard time seperating this man from the man he killed. And to his impulsive cough of words, the opposing party reacted. Closing his eyes for a second whilst smiling in understanding. "Oh my..." He muttered as the tender eyelids re-opend themselves. Letting the rapturous carmine light further highlight his presence. "No. Halrel was my cousin. But as we did share quite the similarities, we were given similar names. You may call be Hadriel." Hadriel''s voice flowed out like the scent of a flower. Instinctively making one lock their gaze onto his red lips. However, for Michael, it was more like heavy pollen. Causing him to sneeze out a belitting greeting containing an uncaring tone. "Nice meeting you then." Hadriel equally grinned back. Answering him with a seducing gesture. Unhesitantly advancing towards his position. "Likewise." Michael shook his head as he watched the man proceed in his direction. Frowning from beneath the shallow cover of his hood. And surprisingly enough, Hadriel responded to his dissatisfaction with an awkward smile and an abrubt halt. Positioning himself a few meters away from Michael''s baleful figure. "You should know why I am here, yes?" Hadriel unceasingly questioned. Gracing his sharp jaw with one of his lady-like hands. "Revenge?" Michael replied while crossing his rugged arms. Feeling rather inpatient and frustrated at the loss of his battle high. But Hadriel only shook his head for a moment. Sighing in great shame as he continued. "My aunt, Halrel''s mother, was quite fond of him despite his lack of talent... And even though our banishment was inevitable, she made sure to send him to this part and not the one of the more....volatile ones." Michael raised seeinngly raised his eyelids from beneath the cowl of fur. Evident by how it suddenly twitched slightly back. "This part?" Michael interestingly responded. Trying to understand a gist of the vampire''s words. However, to his slight hint of fascination, Hadriel gently chuckled while brushing his fingers across his cheeks. Giving them both a rosy color. "My, my. It seems like my tounge slipped. You are a native of this world then?" "No, I wouldn''t say that." Michael begrudgingly snaped back. Feeling his new patience soon reach it''s limit. Hadriel only nodded back at him in respond. Confirming his own thoughts. "I always knew that a lot of gruesome [Hybridization] experiments took place here.." The air grew still whilst the carmine eyes shone brighter. Sinking the next words into Michael''s head like frostbite. "But to think one of the locked courts of [Fort Gong] managed to sproute an existences such as yourself... Or do you call it [Farleng] now? Either way, It''s simply hard to digest." Hadriel brightening eyes burst with a sinful light after he finished. Wanting to see if he had succeeded in drawing the interest of this cloaked creature. And indeed, Michael felt his guard slightly lower itself as he heard the unfamiliar scentence. Making him want to seek out more. However, Hadriel shut down his changing attitude with a hostile aura and a mischievous smirk stretching all over his face. Enjoying the tormented look. "Finally managed to pique your interest, did I?" The atmosphere started tensing up as he finished talking. Almost as if the space got sealed of by a large dome of glass. Michael''s dimming eyes turned brighter when he sensed it. Extending his arms to the side and making his acromatic nails extend. Turning them into coated blades. The act of hostility seemed to brighten Hadriel''s mood. Making him equally want to release some tension with not only his body, but also through words. "I would never have imagined that a sealed world like this would contain such fresh complexions. Being sendt here truly wasn''t as bad as I thought...or am I wrong, dear cousin?" Hadriel''s handsome smile resurfaced as he looked up into the blank sky. Reminicing about a past memory which perfectly aligned with this very moment. Making him loudly hum out some words for Michael to hear. "You know, beast. I was once a human." His tone was warm like a mother''s embrace. Caringly coiling around the arean of mist. "But then, on one day, the disfigured aberrations fell from the bloody clouds and took everything I held of value. Picking my mother, my father, and my siblings away like cattle." His eyes closed again. Letting a horrid quiver traverse through his body undisturbed while he continued. "Had it not been for my grandparents and their research, our family, an many others, would have long since ceased." Hadriels words became more lonesome and regretful as he spoke. "But what did we gain for our sacrifice? Was it Scorn? Curses? Isolation...?" "I slowly started to understand why those monstrosities would wish for the enslavement of the human race." Hadriel eventually opened his eyes back up. Wincing over at Michael with a more refreshed gaze. However, what he did not expect was to receive nothing but a vexed snap back. One which had heard enough. "Are you done?" Hadriel ignored Michael''s nagging whilst he stripped him down with the carmine eyes. Greedily satiating his gaze before going back to rubbing his chin. "Fascinating. I sense you also possess the blessing, one very pure, one like Halrel''s.. However, as it is dormant, you only seem to have the formidable affinity of blood and not the innate strength of a higher emperor..." "Why are you telling me this?" Michael''s nails stopped extending out an grew crooked as he angrily interrupted Hadriel. But while the acromatic splinters turned into unconditioned razors through a series of disgusting cracks, Hadriel shook his head. Slightly disappointed by the ruly attitude. "What an ungrateful child you had to deal with, dear cousin..." A short silence occupied the scene before resuming. "You see, it is common courtesy amongst are kind to share this knowledge with any fledglings. No matter who they are. Or do I not sense a dormant strain linger in your body?" The mellow winds glided past Hadriel''s folded strands of hair as he tiringly extended out one of his hands. Not removing his eyes from Michael''s body. Michael was about to charge at the man when he registered signs of movement. However, right before his tensed muscles could snap, he restrained himself. Finding some value in what Hadriel spoke of next. "You know, beast, the vampire ranks are quite easy to advance through as long as you have enough high grade blood available. Allowing for a quick mastery of the vampiric ranks." Space started to heat up around the center of Hadriel''s palm. Slowly turning into a distorted brick before then having the skin on his fingertips rupture. Siphoning out enough liquid to form a ball of blood. "First, you learn to master your own blood, forging blades and armaments.." And as if answering the gentle words, the ball of blood started take the form of a cross shaped blade before then molding itself appropriately. Sharpening the hilt and edges until they reflected a metallic sheen. Michael only watched intriguingly at the scene. Feeling himself spellbound by the capabilities displayed. Hadriel noticed the almost material crave excluded by Michael and kept going on. Smiling whilst he lifted the bloody metal in a streaking red arch. "Next, you learn to control the blood of others. Giving you the power to absorb and manipulate mortals like puppets..." Hadriel''s eyes regained their previous radiance as the sword was raised above his head. Sending out a transient signal which bore through the dead bodies nearby. And out from the broken remains of what was once a flourishing town, multiple anacondas made of red water crawled out. Impatiently ascending through the air like a split pack of birds after escaping the rubble, until finally reaching the weapon. Fusing with it. Even the dead vampires and the misfourtnate charger resting not too far away from Michael''s figure were not spared. Quickly having their life force drained, and then absorbed by the organic cross at an almost instantaneous rate. Further increasing the sword''s aura and strengthening it''s features. "Impressive, am I right?" Hadriel then lowered his blade as he complimented his work. Letting the magnificent edges rest only centimeters away from his baby-like face. Scanning it for a moment before turning his lusting eyes back to Michael. "And finally, you learn to interact with the strain in your body. Allowing you to then gift it to others...." The sword was then further lowered. Placed with it''s tip aimed to his side. However, as the armament lost it''s spotlight, Hadriel''s mood only seemed to get more fervent and excited. "But did you think it ended there?" Hadriel chanted with a glorious smirk which kept on getting growing. Focusing his mind onto a faint object residing deep within. And as a second passed by, something shook his body. Something which had responded to his call. Out from the visible patches of pale skin which laid uncovered by the fallen black cloak, multiple red lines started forming. Squirming and multiplying like parasitic worms before finally dyeing Hadriel in a nefarious red light. "By reaching the very source, you are granted access to the first blood which was taken. The very essence of my families work.." Even his voice started growing more unstable and crooked like the nails on Michael''s hands until finally reaching the peak. Granting but a brief moment to utter one last line before the vocal cord visually split apart while his figure rapidly grew! "THE PUREFORM!!!" The spine, bones, and all the upper and lower body parts started growing in length through a series of snaps and tears. Turning the black cape previously covering his heating body into a torn rag hanging over the hips, and letting the transformation ensue as all the red skin was displayed. As the skin got enveloped by the bloody coat, two spikes of red shot out from Hadriel''s back. Taking the shape of what resembled the skinless wings of a bat before then stopping. Gently positioning themselves behind him like sheathed pikes. After the wings came the arms. Rapidly turning into two overgrown sticks while the once delicate fingers formed into scissor-like twigs. Growing in tact with the main body until creating what looked like a three meter tall tree sprouting four malformed branches. One seemingly holding onto a long red fruit. And so, the red glow died down like cooled metal. Showing the brutish figure once again. Hadriel''s once elegant skin now resembled an overstretched sheet of bleached textile. Engraved with a cold pressure and an almost translucent quality which displayed the solid lines of tissue beneath like a glass board. Having been forcefully pulled over his body like a garb, which would then shifted from white to black as your gaze met the trunk of fallen fabric on the bottom. Created from the remains of his torn clothes. However, the new appearance which resembled a whitered tree was not the most disturbing thing. As you went up from the cloaked feet and up, you would eventually find the head which laid attatched on the top. Resting there like a rotten flower. The once handsome face was now gone. Having all it''s delicate traits replaced by a featureless madk holding close ties to the mutilated skull of an ape. The eye sockets were hollow like the night whilst the nose and ears had fused with the head. Now appearing like small breathing holes. And finally, the lips. Having gotten peeled back like a slip only to show a horrendous line of petruding canines. "Now...." Hadriel then breathed out. Sending off an icy vapor from his malformed mouth as he vomited out a distorted scentence for Michael to hear. With the blood sword still in hand, Hadriel lifted his new wings above before pushing them down. Flying up into the air like a fallen angel, and hovering above Michael''s figure like a banshee. "Do you have any last words to spare before I cut you down, fledgling?" An icy wind started brewing around their arena as Hadriel''s mangled screech resonated out like a shaken gong. Freezing the air still and turning the surrounding walls of mist into a blizzard. However, even while the temprature lowered itself down, and the scent of burnt iron enveloped the the land, one thing remained unchanged. That being Michael''s figure remaining where it stood. ''What is that child doing?'' Even the ghastly spectre resting above sensed something wrong about the ordeal. However, his wish for a response did not stay unanswered for long. "If I have some last words...?" Michael mockingly laughed out where he stood. Lifting up his head to meet with the corrupt being waiting for his so called rites. Hadriel felt slightly puzzled by his remark. Watching the beast fleck it''s teeth with a questioning look. But again, no prayers remained unanswered. --- [Innate Ability: Lycanthropy] --- Within Michael''s bloodstream, a bundle of dark DNA started to madly divide. Splitting into multiple strings before fusing with the passing cells. "Snap!!" Michael''s entire figure started to slowly expand while the cloak covering his body sizzled into his skin. Coiling around his entire body until turning into a black, skin tight hide. "Snap!!" The tearing of his muscles then echoed out alongside the loud cracking noise generated from his nails fusing with the fingertips. Turning them into claws. "Snap!!!" And finally, his figure stopped growing after reaching the five meter mark. Halting the transformation. Hadriel''s hollow eyes widened as he stared at the newborn sight. Never having witnessed something like this before. The once two meter tall man had turned into a colossal yeti covered by a veil of dark fur. It''s arms were the size of logs, the body held the with of a fire truck, and the head was equally horiffic as his own. Even having the new maw of black teeth grin up as the two new yellow suns radiated against his vampiric body. "Haaa...." Michael breathed out. Releasing a row of steam out from the acromatic pillars resting within his sunken mouth before lifting his brutish leg forwards. Slamming it into the ground, and denting it with his mew paws before loudly screaming out. "BRING IT ON!!!"