[ Player: Jason Shemrite (Divine Condition) ] [ Serial Number: 336663996 ] [ Epithet: Inhuman, Pioneer of Humanity, Star Deicide, Child of Light, Pseudo-Devil (New) , Soul Eater (New), First Grade Anomality (New) ] [ Rank: 10 (106,421/37,800 EP) ] [ Vital Essence: 11,000 -> 20,382//135,000 ] [ Physique: White Shadow (Perfect Physiology), Man of Star (Perfect Physique) ] [ STR: 34,800 ] [ AGI: 13,140 ] [ VIT: 514,450 ] [ ERG: 50,715 ] [ INT: 27,660 ] [ Main Talents: Infinite Extraction(SSS), White Shadow Union(SS), Eldritch Star(S), Soul Contract(F) ] –[ Distributable Points: 9,894+ ] –[ Traits: , , , , ] –[ Blessings: Parall Paths(A), Pain Resistance(F), Temple of Stars(S) ] –[ 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) ] –[ New Additions: Artificial Heart(C), Pointed Ears(H), Bloodline Inheri
'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
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