'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
It cared less about the overall template before it, and was more affected by the amount of vitality this creature had within it. "Fuck... talk about being almost immortal. How the fuck do we kill this thing? Grind it down?" It clicked its tongue in annoyance, blurting out what came to mind. "Hm? Oh, you mean my brother's shield? Yeah, that creature will be a bother to deal with." And Felix added nothing but more annoyance to the true clone with his words. "I told you to shut up if you don't have anything meaningful to say, dammit." It snarled at him. "Oh..." And Felix took a step back in response. The true clone then sighed, rubbing its temples as it opened up the definition of this creature's abilities and traits. Perhaps it would obtain a weakness or two, in dealing with this creature. Unfortunately, all that it obtained, was another load of stress onto its stress. "Fucking hell..." It cursed out in stupor, genuinely ticked off. [ Life Hive (LOW PHYSIOLOGY) :- A unique physique
[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
"...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."
"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
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].
[ 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