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
"Things are looking quite dire." Jason said, checking out the monsters and the few living beings within his 200 kilometer range of view. His Trait, [Brahma's Mind Eye] was quite powerful, but it's range of influence was not that high. Well, it was high, but when the room was this vast, it made it seem so miniscule. 'It's hard to pinpoint the location of the demonic demigod and the other monsters with how small this range is.' He thought. He sighed, burdened with annoyance. And the more he glanced at his template, the less Talents he found to fuse it with. 'Well, I can just use any random Talent, and hopefully, they match up well enough to form a better one.' He casually thought to himself, opening up his Template and viewing the amount of extra Talents he had. –[ Extra Talents: White Shadow Blessing(S), Storm Conception(A), Competence(A), Divine Regeneration(A), Infinite Recovery(A), Flight(B), Force Effect(A), Night Vision(E), Invisibility(B), Spirit Hearing(D), Phase Through(D),
[ Dawn of The Trimurti (LEVEL SS) :- The ability to see through tricks and lies of entities you come across, while deciphering all of their secrets. At the same time, the ability works as an artificial intelligent subconsciousness that scans the area of a 1,000 kilometer range of 360° around you, and transforms it into a realistic map of your liking. You can zoom in on the map, and even view everything that is occurring like a high resolution camera if you focus more, 5 END pts/sec. You can now rewind five second back/forth with your camera view thanks to how highly advanced your sub-brain is. Once activated, your body transcends mortality, increasing all your stats by ten times each. ] "Oh? This is what I'm talking about." The true clone exclaimed, ignoring the long paragraph of description it had to go through. But the pain was worth it though. This ability has finally evolved beyond their expectations, as the range of view increased by a whooping five times. From 200 kilometers,
'Higher beings are like pillars of the universe, where their existence are bound to the laws, rules and/or principles of reality. There are things they cannot do, solely because if done, the balance of reality will be negatively shifted. And we might move towards damnation.' The Monitor of Fate thought, remembering what Fate once showed him. A world where the higher beings fought without minding restrictions, desperately trying to survive, only to lead the world to destruction. As for what threat? He had no idea. He was too weak to see what Fate had in store for him. Nor would he have the power to stop what countless god-like existences failed to put an end to together. Not even the demigods and the dragonbornes could help. 'But natural born demigods are different. They have godly power, yet without being bound by the laws, rules or principles that make up reality. That alone makes them more powerful compared to us, who have all mighty powers, but with great restrictions.' The Mon
"Demigods can only be considered demigods when a higher being, a god in particular, mates with a mortal. The same applies for devils. One cannot he considered a pseudo-devil, unless half their bloodline is impure. Yet... here you are..." Felix explained his concerns, staring intently at the true clone's face, as if to peer through its secrets. His point made sense. The true clone nodded, not instantly responding. From what they knew, once two higher beings mate, one of the bloodlines has to overpower the other, devouring it to grow stronger, thus increasing its potential. Each high ranked bloodline was too arrogant to share a body with another higher ranked bloodline. The only rare occurrence was when the draconic high ranked bloodline is included. This bloodline had the rare property of being able to balance out the power of another high ranked bloodline, to create a humanoid dragon, with dual powers from both bloodlines, at the cost of being nigh-insane – dragonbornes. Otherwis