He was becoming more and more interested at his new situation. Especially so, when there were terrifying entities, entire civilizations and many more being affected. 「That matters not though. Do you have a way of returning back to your home?」 The man asked, but just as he asked that question, a voice rose from behind him. It was the man that was stopped by number two earlier. 「Lieutenant commander, Lieutenant commander, those things, those creatures!! They tried to kill us moments ago. Please avenge us!!」 「...」 "..." Everyone was speechless. Including Jason and number two. They both stared at the man, then back at the one considered Lieutenant Commander. 'Dude's a little bitch for crying out like that.' Jason thought, absolutely annoyed and disappointed. 'Should've killed him.' 「...」 There was then a pause as both Jason and the Lieutenant Commander stared at each other. Immense pressure oozing out of his presence, almost pressing even those behind him down. 「Is that so...」 A
Jason did not ask anything, but instead kept quiet. The journey took a couple of minutes, and it was overally silent and awkward. When they arrived at the refugee house, they were presented with a bleak, desolate and despondent atmosphere. One out of their wildest dreams. "..." "..." The were a lot of make-shift houses everywhere, made up of wood, cardboards, stones and even branches. Each built close to one another. None larger than 5*5 square meters. They weren't even qualified to be called houses but shacks instead. Shacks of the poorest quality they had ever seen. Then there was water here and there, accompanied by a pungent scent that brutally assaulted their nose. Jason even felt like this was piss instead of water. Or maybe both, and even feces mixed along. The few people that could be seen wore raggered clothes, and seemed thin to the bone. Almost all of them were bruised up, and dirty. In essence, this place was not suitable for people to live here. Yet there seemed to
Jason thought, as he casually brushed her golden blonde hair with care. He took care of her, the same way she took care of him. Plus, he saw a little sister in her. One that he never had. 'But... I never wished for one to begin with. Only my best friend did. I wonder how he's doing. And the others too.' He thought. At the same time, he thought about his plans from here on out. What would they do from here on out? 'Of course, staying here is a no go. This place reeks.' He surveyed the environment and could see planks, cardboards, branches and other similar resources, here and there. They could take them, and start on their own 'house'... shack. But he felt too proud to do that. Plus, he had no intention of spending another day here. The past few minutes, all he did was brainstorm on his future path, while fusing Talents. He of course obtained a few amazing stuff such as; [Enhanced Condition(C)] and [Beastly Nature(D)]. Which together, brought out [Beserker(B)]. Then that, together
「Alright. Now off you go. Your presence reeks, and is not to my liking」 "Yes yes, thank you lord. Thank you lord." The dominant voice sounded closer than it initially was, signifying that the group was retreating as they spoke. And from the mini map, the duplicate could also see the red marker leaving from the opposite direction. 'Oh... I should have expected that something like this would occur.' It thought, and quickly retreated as well. Once gone, a trio appeared from behind the shack. One was a tall man with broad shoulders and a gruesome scar on his face. Another was a thin young man with a skeletal figure, and the last was a young lady with a disfigured face. As if she had survive an atomic bomb. "Are we really going to do this?" The thin man asked timidly. "Yeah. Why not? Stop being a wuss, man." The larger man replied, playfully hitting the former's shoulder. A bit too hard. "But..." "Stop it, Tim. We have the chance to eat a loaf once in a while. That thing could feed
The duplicate arrived at the box covered windows, and peeked inside, where he saw the trio sitting in a circle. "Are we truly letting three loafs go by?" Brute said in discontence, and the other two took a while longer to respond. "You heard from the others didn't you? Those guys are strong." Pertina said, angry and dissatisfied as well. "...I told you guys we should not do this..." Timicus also added, his neck tucked in his shoulders as if struggling for warmth. "But... Fuck it!!" Brute said, and threw away a metallic cup to the wall. The other two did not flinch, and mostly ignored him. "What now? Not like we had a choice. That Novak would have had us killed had we said no." Pertina added in anger. "..." Timicus kept quiet, which signified that such a statement was true. Jason's duplicate then became aware of the overall matter, and had its guesses. From his understanding, the trio were on their way, but turned back due to his and everyone's show of might when they practiced?
She felt more angered and dissatisfied with Lady Stella, their creator and Star Goddess, than anyone. Especially when they were both women. She had grown up under an abusive father, who fed off at her and other's suffering. When she was born, he saw how beautiful she was, and treasured her like a jewel. She never left home, she never had friends. Hell, barely ten people knew she existed, and those people were all killed by her father, one way or another. And she herself, always listened to him because growing up spoiled and treasured, made her soft and frail. So seeing how her mother was treated everyday, made her thankful of her circumstances. She became a good girl, afraid that sooner or later, she would also receive the same treatment were she to disobey his orders. But it was useless. For, this went on till she was fifteen years old. And at that time, her father was in his early early fifties, while her mother in her later twenties. Her beauty had grown with her, it was so mu
'These guys again? Haven't they learned their lesson? Or are three loafs of bread worth their lives?' He thought, calling out another duplicate that would meet up with them halfway. The duplicate hurried off, and indeed, met the trio halfway before they could reach them. "You guys don't learn do you?" He feigned anger, his eyes turning a shade gold, as if a light bulb was lit within them. A response of supplying more ERG towards the Talent. But before he could continue, the three of them went down on their knees and kowtowed to his direction. "Huh?" " " " We would like to work for you!! " " " They sang together, knocking their heads on the dirty floor of urine and feces. Yet they did not seem to mind, illustrating their determination. "...The fuck?" Jason replied in stupor, subconsciously deactivating his Talent. "We are going to be killed either way, so we'd prefer to work for you, and gain your protection instead. Hopefully by then, we wouldn't be killed." Pertina honestly re
From a man being given one rusty gun, and then transforming it into a perfect iron gun, then a bronze gun. And as if that was all, he multipled them into six rusty guns and a slightly better gun. Like a magician doing a magic trick. Leaving as if everything was normal, without any explainable whatsoever. 'My gut feeling was right. This man is indeed more powerful than most of my masters.' Pertina thought, as she saw Jason leave. "...I told you guys they were not normal. I told you. That man is a god at the level of a Novak." Timicus felt those words escape his mouth during his stupor. "..." "..." The other two kept quiet, and watched the duplicate leave like a blur of light. One thing was for sure though, they thanked the gods they did not fight with Jason. Meanwhile, Jason. Hurried off and later arrived back to his group. Everyone was up, and saw the duplicate arrive, and walk towards Jason, as usual. Throughout the process, it threw an object towards Anabella, who was shocked
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