'I can most likely reach Rank 18 before this world truly collapses, if these guys give their everything.' Thought the true clone, already planning on slaving the demonic undead trio. As for their thoughts in this matter? He did not consider them. They didn't matter, as long as they obtained something out of it. Work was just like that. It was never fair. They are just earning their worth after all. He didn't truly need them. "Hmm, seems like the kills of the demonic undead trio are also included within my hunt of Vitality Essence. And do I absorb the Vitality of their victims through the connection we share..? It increased by 9,382 kills so far, so maybe yeah... but 135,000 kills is still too far. Luckily I don't have to worry about it for now." The true clone blurted out to itself. It will have more kills when they enter the Celestial Planes or the Infernal Planes in the future. He had to hunt down these damned Higher Races before they hunt him first. 'We are already enemies anyw
The demonic undead trio that could easily hunt down Tier 10 creatures at Level 4, were soon enough to reach above Level 10 themselves. Their stats and abilities would allow them to possibly take on a demigod. Maybe, and just maybe, if he were to unlock higher levels of the [White Shadow Blessings], they would each individually take on a single divine incarnate. Possibilities were there, and they were vast. With all this, he saw a path of success brighter than the previous paths of failure he saw. "Accomplishing 100% success on this Hidden Quest is now a known possibility... Plus, there's 36 new Talents for me to explore." The true clone slightly frowned, as out of 9,000+ kills, only 36 new Talents were obtained. A pitiful number, that was very depressing compared to a day ago. "Either that, with every three hundred kills, I can obtain a single Talent of any random grade. Or rather, the chances of obtaining Talents from creatures below my Rank is quite very low." Deduced the true cl
Within the The soil was soft, and mushy. Purely fertile. Finding such healthy soil back on earth nowadays would depend on your relation with lady luck, or with God, otherwise, keep dreaming. The air was also fresh, and natural. Not corrupted by the industrialization of mankind or of living beings in general. The atmosphere was serene. It was peaceful. It was tranquil. Very much similar to a real world, not one created out of an ability, yet at the same time, it was a bit surreal. "..." The true peace that was felt, was too surreal, for a group of individuals who barely got a hint of rest the past 30+ hours. It was unoriginal. They all could not enjoy it to the best of their capabilities, for they knew, it was short lived. It was an illusion. It was fake. Jason looked up, up at the numerous stars shining brightly above the golden skies of this unique world. 'Beautiful.' He thought to himself, regardless of how short-lived this beauty was, as he star-bathed. There were approxi
"Good judgement. Around 10,000 preys. And I'm planning on hunting a few batches." Jason added two sentences. Two sentences that had the two individuals listening to him pausing in shock. Around 10,000? And Hunting a few more batches? 'He really makes it sound so easy.' Joe sighed in defeat, yet again. But this time, it was a bittersweet feeling of defeat. "...Anyhow, thanks. But we cannot keep receiving things from you like this. Not like this." "Y–Yes... that's true." Anabella also added in agreement, avoiding eye contact with Jason. But the fact that she joined the conversation, was impressive to him nonetheless. "You're right. That's why you should all start expecting to pay for all my efforts soon enough." Jason nodded at their words, and added his own input that surprised them. Beatrice aside, he had no intention of letting anyone gain anything out of him for free. Hell, even Beatrice had her fair share of work to expect from him. "Pay? I don't mind, but how do you expect
Anabella sat down within the , absorbed into her own world, as she fervently read through the definition of her new Talent. And every so often, she would be shocked beyond shock itself. Besides her, was Beatrice, who was also absorbed into her own world. She counted the finite stars within the skies, chanting a verse she liked from her previous teaching with every star counted. Both were unbothered by each other's presence, but felt at peace being close to each other, being next to one another. Besides them... was Roy. If Beatrice was on Anabella's left, Roy was on her right. The young boy buried his face into his knees, seemingly disconnected from reality, and from the perfect atmosphere of both Anabella and Beatrice. He was homesick. He was tired. He was lonely. He slowly closed his eyes, wanting to rest once again. There was nothing else he could do here anyway. But as he was about to do that, he heard Anabella's voice inquire towards Beatrice, "Hey, Beatrice, do you think
[ Descendant of Artemis (Level B) - A unique talent formed out of multiple lesser talents, and acknowledged by the great goddess, Artemis, as her "Soul Courier" body, bestowing one the Perfect Physique - "Artemis Progeny". Once activated, it pulls upon Artemis' Bloodline within your veins, granting you "Divine Accuracy", "Divine Enchantment" and access of 1% of Artemis' "Divinities" for 40 minutes [8×5]. At the same time, during active state, your soul fuses with a portion of Artemis' soul, becoming "Twin Souls", thus increasing every stat by 100% each, while dealing 100% extra damage when using long range artifacts ] "Hmm... it's not bad for a Talent acknowledged by a goddess, but why does the last bit unnerve me? And who the fuck is Artemis?" Jason thought to himself, reading through the definition of Anabella's new Talent. And though he had friends who were biblical, as well as mythological enthusiasts, he never really involved himself too much with those of the latter type. And
Within Stella's World "AaaaaAAAaaaahhHHHHhhh...!!!" A horrific scream, one that pulled at the sanity of living beings, and could damn them to eternal damnation, rang out within a small isolated barrier made out of golden brilliance and dancing ancient characters. This scream was constant, terrifying, yet varied. Sometimes it's tone was insanely high, overshadowing the sound of breaking bones, or that of gurgling blood rushing through one's blood veins, or the tear sounds of flesh forcibly being torn apart. But at times, it was quite low, making the sounds of the above mentioned, more dreary and more eery by the moment. "..." Yet regardless, this was a maddening experience for anyone. And no normal being could listen to these sounds added together, and still claim to retain their rationality. Well, that was exceedingly so, for mortals. Not demigods. 'My my, this looks gruesome.' A rather handsome adult, cloaked in a pure white lab coat, with golden rimmed spectacles hanging at
That was the most important!! So much so that, he could not help but open up his Template without a shred of hesitation to verify. He was rushing to look at the high numbers on his stats right now. [ Player: Timicus ] [ Serial Number: — ] [ Epithet: Smartsies, Demonic Undead, Necrodemon King, Pitiful lamb (New) ] [ Rank: 12 (48/12,450) ] [ Physique: Necrodemon Lord (High Physique) ] [ STR: 679 ] [ AGI: 682 ] [ VIT: 0 ] [ ERG: 918 ] [ INT: 732 ] [ Trait: A)>, ] [ Abilities: Extrasensory Perception(D -> C), Heat Vision(E -> D), Danger Sense(G), Enhanced Vision(I) ] [ Evolutionary Stage: Undead Lord (4,510/50,000) ] Timicus' eyes widened in astonishment, like wide saucers, as he saw the numbers inch closer to four digit numbers. It was unbelievable that he would be this strong today, when his stats were just a single digit number yesterday. The transition was insane... And like Bruce, the true clone commanded him to level up before the evolution began. After all, t