Lowest level amongst the unique grade. That would be Level A. "..." The true clone thought up on those words, and realized that there was plenty of Level A Talents within its template. Sacrificing one would not affect their battle prowess too much. 'I'll give out the [Witch's Hax] Talent, since it's innately against men, and suitable for specific types of women.' It thought, and Jason agreed with its thought process. The Talent had the ability to allow one to have power over Witches, and their abilities over dark arcane arts. It also made them immune to witchcraft, and resistant to magic as well, making them a force to reckon with. A rather powerful Talent. The only problem was that it was innately made for specific types of women. Spiritually gifted women for example. And not just that alone, but someone with a high resonance with sorcery. Jason, nor anyone close to him, failed to meet up to those requirements. Anabella was far from being spiritual, though Beatrice was. Unfor
Fate. A concept far beyond the comprehension of the average mind. A concept that was a law. Or rather, one above the laws, as Fate, encompasses both men, and the gods. But, what was Fate, exactly? This was an abstruse term to humans of the modern age, as it was either used lightly by them and not taken serious, or not believed in completely. But in essence, Fate was the development of events outside of a person's control or will, regarded as predestined, destined if you will, by a supernatural power, such as the gods for example. An example of Fate would be Jason's current trauma outside of his obsessive avoidance of God – his 'alien' relationship with his mother. The boy HAD to go through all the trauma of neglect, feeling a state of non-existence and low importance, so that the current him could understand the current visions he was having of his childhood. He was DESTINED to go through such treatment. It was a FATED event. Hence, even if God could have done something to help,
The Monitor of Fate, son of two cosmic gods, a god proficient within the Universal Rules of Fate, that govern over the livelihoods of countless lives... had quite an amazing conversation with a devil-wannabe today. No, in fact, he was still amidst the conversation right now, as he had just further explained more about his part of the deal, a deal with a young aspiring devil. He had just made his conclusion seconds ago, with a light smile on his face. A smile that led the true clone to chuckle a bit as well. "You are a daring fellow. More of a daredevil than I am, but I like that. I just have a few changes to make on the punishments. And don't mind if I do." It responded as such, and wrote out it's own part of the contract. The contract page was sent back to the Monitor, as it floated gently before his face, before the unique glasses he wore. "Hmm... I see. So you agree with everything I said, but my favorite should not affect you, or your loved ones negatively? Alright, I see why n
The first was Brute, and apparently the oldest amongst them. He had a tall bearing, being over three meters tall in height, and having a perfect hulking physique. His muscles were thicker than an average man's thighs, as each had thick blood veins, like ropes, tying them down from erupting with raw power. His complexion was dark gray, with black exoskeletal shells on some regions of his body; the shoulders, the elbow, the knees, his back, his neck, and also on his forehead and his cheeks and chin. His hair was also black, pristinely black, as it cascaded down his back like a gentle waterfall. His pupils were red, and his teeth were sharper than those of a shark, visual wise. Nobody knew what power they held. "Is this... really me?" The big guy flexed his muscles as he subconsciously thought out loud. He could feel the strength pulsing throughout him at instantaneous speeds, like blood within the blood vessel. It was purely euphoric. "Yup. That's you, big guy. Get accustomed to y
"Big brother Jason, what is this place? And what are these... cool thingies there." Beatrice innocently inquired, her words bringing Jason back to focus. "Hm..?" Jason paused, and following her line of sight, he was shown a large room that had a lot of toys for kids. Especially those ranging from five years old and twelve years old, but there were also somethings that could accommodate those above, like the game boxes placed here and there. But the thing that Beatrice pointed at, was a section of the room, that seemed separated from the playground, but still a part of it. The room was isolated with dim glass walls, making it hard to see what was inside. But as the doors were open, everyone could see the home video game consoles, such as Playstations and Xbox, placed on desks and connected to computers, laptops or even televisions. And mysteriously, they were connected, and on. So were the game boxes outside this particular room, as well as every other playground, and the lights wi
Pertina reprimanded Timicus as she thought out loud, while she used her strength to pull at the still confused zombie with her whip. The zombie was yanked across the battlefield like a ragged kite, and towards Brute. 'My strength seems to be very lacking...' She added with a frown. If it was not because of being surprised, the Zombie could have yanked her away instead. Her strength was below 30 points in comparison to that of the Zombie. But it mattered not for now. Boom!! Her focus was attracted from her thoughts, and towards Brute, who ended the life of the zombie with a single punch. A punch as devastating as a hand grenade. The big guy threw a fist that tore through the air, and easily shattered the head of the zombie into countless flesh and skull fragments. Such pure physical might was devastating... especially from a Level 0 individual. '...Compared to that, I am still lacking very much.' Pertina sighed, walking bac
Doomsday concluded its announcement. And humanity was left speechless.. Literally. '...Three privileges? Advancement of our Physiques and their grading, as well as two new features?' The true clone thought to itself, as it's subconsciousness tried to bypass it's shock and bewilderment, as it computed everything. Physiques. There were three known ranks to Physiques, which were namely "Physique", "Constitution" and then "Physiology". All terms meaning the same thing, but according to Doomsday, were ranked differently. Jason wasn't sure what the difference was, as he never paid the price to obtain one, since he already had a Physiology to begin with. But having a "Physiology" ranked Physique gave him a special Bloodline, innate abilities and a powerful Talent... 'Meaning that it's okay to guess that it's the same for the lower ranks as well, just with lesser effects, right..? Unfortunately, things are now a bit more complicated.' The true clone further thought with a distasteful f
At the same time, a few hundred meters away from them, a sea of darkness was inching closer and closer to them. A sea... that was a congregation of countless monsters charging over with crazed intentions to kill, and to kill only. "You... You still think we shouldn't alert him of this..? Huh, Pertina?!" Timicus anxiously inquired, subconsciously stepping backwards at the fear tugging at his heart. All his summoned resolve shattered, and scattered into the baleful wind of this dying world. "..." Pertina did not respond, as she subconsciously pulled back as well. The pressure this tide of monsters had on them, was unlike anything they've ever felt before. It was immense!! It was intense!! The both of them, subconsciously took a step back. Resolve aside, loyalty aide, they were certain of death against what was to come. Hence, they retreated. "Don't disturb the big boss yet. We've got this." Inste