"I see. Such gruesome punishments set forth. Are these your punishments, or just those given out by every contract made by each devil?" The Monitor of Fate asked after reading the basic conditions, and the true clone remained silent, only smiling at him. 'Oh? I see...' He thought. "Set forth your demands and punishments first. I'll wait." The true clone declared, setting one leg over the other, as he leaned back onto the leather chair once more, sinking into its embrace and comfort. "...Alright, then. I will do as you say, my friend. Give me a moment." The Monitor declared, as the black pen covered in dark mist on the table, floated up and onto the black page. It then swiftly danced upon the contract at lightning speed, writing out the Monitor's demands and punishments, before sending both back to the true clone. 'That was fast. I guess he's already prepared. Now let's see what he wrote down.' It thought. "For the souls of 99,999 novaks, the shadow devil before me has to give to m
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
He snapped his fingers, and above his palms, a white crystal appeared. Pure white, and radiant in nature, it dwarfed any normal jewel or crystal the two have ever seen within their life. "This is..." Anabella exclaimed, as she felt her blood boil at the appearance of the crystal, with her breathe slowly hastening. 'What... What's going on with my body..?!?!' She panicked. "Calm down. This is a shard of divinity, exactly what you're looking for to exceed your current Rank and mortality." Jason saw through her sudden excitement and panic, as he decided to calm her down, then went back to appraising the shard of divinity closely. [ Shard of Divinity ] [ Rank :- 20 (Deity-Low) ] [ Function :- A rare graded treasure, that is obtained from Higher Worlds or from Planes above worlds, or from divine beings killed. It can be used with, and within anything, having high Affinity with almost all things within the Universe. The higher its rank, the higher the Affinity with Existence. Can act a
A question that was not much of a question at all. It felt like a command. And hearing that she would grow even stronger, Anabella felt dread invade her nerves. Just ranking up three times gave her a sense of great power, let alone when she went as far as to Rank up six times!! She dreaded the idea, but went forth with it nonetheless. "Uh, ye–yes, right away." Anabella, though even more confused and frightful, still did as ordered, and ranked herself up again. And this time, it was the first time she went through six Ranks at the same time. No, nine ranks, including the prior three ranks from Rank 9 to Rank 12. The changes to her mentality? Were great. [ TING~ ] [ You have spent 101,250 units of Energy Essence to promote yourself towards the next three ranks ] [ An achievement made!! Congratulations for being one of the top 100 humans to reach Rank 18 first –all your stats have increased by ten points each ] "Oh?" Anabella paused in shock, letting out a light exclaim at the
The true clone was having a conversation with Felix, trying to learn more about the opponents it had to take out before facing the big boss, Fein the demonic deity himself. And the conversation was just beginning to take place, when a sea of notifications made an entrance, detailing an inclusion of a high element into the conversion process. Just like how the creation of the demonic undeads had the inclusion of Constell, or rather now known as Daemon, the corrupted greater god of constellations and destiny's bloodline, made them a demonic variant of undeads. This time, the inclusion was a fragment of divinity. The true clone briefly glanced through the notifications, and the choices the Jason, within the "Temple of Stars", had chosen t
But what would the death gods do even if Jason swore onto their name and divinity? Nothing, and he knew that too. They had no access to his destination, and they all knew their incarnations would be easily destroyed when sent down. Hence they could only swallow up their pride, pretend they heard nothing of such, and respond to his genuine concern. And sure thing, a response quickly came. The same introduction as always appeared before it, and the true clone smiled, continuing to read through more red tinted notifications that flashed by. The true clone paused, and briefed through the notifications once again. It went through t
[ TING~ ] [ 25% of the obtained units of energy essence have been transfered to your party members, and is shared equally amongst them ] [ TING~ ] [ 25% of the obtained units of energy essence have been transfered to your demonic undeads, and is shared equally amongst them ] 50% of its energy essence... gone!! The true clone reread through the notifications that suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but sigh. 'I forgot about these guys, and their presence. Well... honestly, this alone is still enough to last me far longer than I can presume.' It thought to itself. Fifteen million units of energy essence was still a lot to have. Even when including the fact that Jason required seven times more energy essence than others to Rank himself up. It was still enough. 'I bet this is enough to take me all the way towards the rank of semi-higher beings, or the likes. Maybe even beyond that level.' It thought, a smiling etching itself on its face. And taking into consideration the fact th
From his deduction, the Cypressian Lord would not survive for the next coming ten seconds. By then, it would truly be dead, regardless of how much of a struggle it puts on. "What can I say? I'm just every false god's living nightmare." The true clone responded with pride, sighing in relief as it's bet and calculation took place perfectly as calculated. After all, taking down eighty million points of Vitality was not something easy to do. Not even for itself. Next time, [Fenrir's Rage] would be excluded, since the raging special effect was not of much use to it. 'If it wasn't for the "Black Gloves" and the fifth grade blessing of the [White Shadow Blessing], I would have long pulled back without any sort of hesitation at all.' It expressed, now waiting to reap the benefits of killing the Cypressian Lord. It then went through its plan again, and how risky it would have been if it failed. But first, it checked the wondrous definition of the fifth stage of the [White Shodow Blessing].
"Fucking go back." The true clone uttered, throwing down yet another Dual Lance towards the Cypressian Lord that had secretly escaped the hands of death. It's intention clear, as it wanted the Cypressian Lord back into the folds of death, and the [Undead Monarch] Trait also cried out in defiance when it felt parts of its authority being rejected right before it. 'Perish.' The true clone thought, as the Dual Lance tore through the skies like a white flash of lightning, entering through one portal-way, and out another. And like the judgement of the gods repeating their punishment once more, the Dual Lance struck the same place, and snuffed out the life force of the Cypressian Lord, not even giving it the chance to let out a cry of pain. "..." Yet nobody celebrated. "It... has yet to die." Felix added once more, now understanding why Fate had warned him not to go against his brother, without sufficient preparations to die. 'Fein, oh Fein, you seem to be determined to fight against
"...Like a war king, my brother has his defense unit, offense unit, as well as support unit. Oh, the artifact you destroyed not too long was supposed to have been the scouting unit. Fortunately, it was not yet a half-divine ranked artifact, and was not blessed." Felix carefully divulged, information that would be considered 'snitching', as he was throwing his own brother under the bus. And without remorse, added more with a straight face. "...And to add, each one is actually more of a greater threat than the other. Personally, I believe this one is the easiest to deal with as long as–" He continued, looking straight at the true clone, and how it visibly got more and more annoyed at his attempts. Until finally, when a smile crept up on his face as if he knew he was annoying it. The true clone finally snapped, and gave him the attentions he needed, "Shut up for a minute. I promise I'll get back to you in a minute, you damned bastard." It said, bathed in anger and annoyance. "Okay."
[Undead Monarch] was only for just in case an error took place, and it would die. This Trait gave it power over death, temporarily giving it Undead properties such as being undying, as long as it's subjects still existed – the demonic undead trio in this case. Each one acted as a soul courier, whereby if they exist, it exists. [Dawn of The Trimurti] also gave it amazing boosts of strength, secretly increasing each stat by 4,000 points. A hidden effect not included within its long description, and something that the true clone did not mind. Plus, it also had plans for [The Creator – Brahma's Mind Eye], which allowed it to be able to create anything of its level once a weak. 'Didn't think I'd be wasting this chance here, but I don't mind. I'll just create something that can kill someone, regardless of it's reviving powers. Hence, I can eliminate this guy with just one shot.' It thought, not sure if such an effect was at its level or beyond it. Nonetheless, it had to work. [Son of Me