The Incarnate screamed.This time, he lost himself for a few seconds, and that ended really badly for him.It seemed the katana had actually missed its desired target on his body when it hit his side. Like the Incarnate, the sword’s master seemingly wasn’t capable of seeing through the dark. Or perhaps, it was the Incarnate’s erratic movements as he fell that prevented the enemy from aiming properly at his vitals?Whichever was true didn’t mean much.After all, once the sword exited from the Incarnate’s back, it turned… and started stabbing at his back brutally, and rapidly!This successive stabbing plus the tumbling down the stairs was torture for the Incarnate and for a moment, he almost lost consciousness!However…“NOT YET!” the Incarnate roared, pushed his feet against the ground with as much strength as he could muster, and leaped up!The force of his jump caused him to rise and slam hard against the ceiling of the narrow corridor and then plummet to the stairs, but his
Despite barely having time to think for the last few minutes, the Incarnate had considered what the glowing tablet had shown him before. Throughout the brutal ordeal, he had to endure against the armoured figure, a great debate had been going on in his head in disjointed segments.The Hermetic Vault, a Legendary Far Ji, Vs. 10 additional units to his physical attributes.Both of these were options at the Incarnate’s disposal despite the former being much, much harder to see through. Regardless, he felt it was a possible way for him to survive instead of the prize for him walking out of this place alive.Incarnate ^8001 had considered assigning the 10 Incarnation Points he had to his attributes in varying distributions. It was great that 1 Incarnation Point could become 1 unit of any attribute, but frankly, the Incarnate wasn’t too optimistic.10 additional units of Strength or Agility or Endurance alone, weren’t going to save him from the current enemy, especially since said enemy
[Your entirety embodies the notion of greed and ambition. Your flesh desires to devour more than its designated portion of gifts in the world. It desires double, and so does your soul. You seek things beyond what you were afforded in your last life][You are a rare case where flesh and soul are in mutual agreement][You, Incarnate ^8001, are a true Hollow Demonling].The Incarnate was taken aback.“What?”He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around these words. As he understood it, they came right after he attained the Hermetic Vault, his first Unique Quality.What exactly did they mean?A true Hollow Demonling?Right then, the collection of the Demonling’s properties appeared in his view.===Name : None (Incarnate ^8001)Privilege : 1Race : Hollow Demonling---Far Ji (Unique Quality) :>Hermetic Vault---STR : 1AGI : 1END : 1---Spirit Essence : 150---Kanva (Acquired Skill) :>Sundering Bunt---SeiJo (Equipment) :>Valiant Subject’s Ward>Bash Brain
‘Really?’ the Incarnate thought. He blinked twice while continuing to fondle his back, tracing the grooves in his flesh. ‘So Unique Qualities don’t have any cost for Spirit Essence at all.’The thought really made the Incarnate happy. He hadn’t been expecting that. It was understandable that he hadn’t, actually. Thankfully, the glowing tablet was finally helping him put the pieces together.Curiously though, it seemed the tablet – which he considered a representative of whatever managed this whole place, Prospect For Reincarnation – wasn’t drilling an innate sense of understanding in him for everything he wasn’t familiar with anymore like it had done when he first saw everything about his properties.Perhaps this was to make him learn through experience instead of babying him like before when, admittedly, it had been imperative that his lagging, mundane mind understand what all these concepts meant at a basic level.‘The difference between these two things… I suppose it makes sens
The Incarnate spent the next few hours revising and discovering everything he knew about his Unique Quality.We had thought he would have a difficult time because of his injuries, but his Demonling body infused with Spirit Essence allowed him to do this comfortably.His flesh clamped down on itself, covering the tears in his muscles. The Incarnate had even though he was slowly healing, but he decided to wait a little longer before deciding that that was what was happening.In any case, while his body felt sore, he could move around just fine.When testing more about his Hermetic Vault, he found that this power had a lot of ins and outs (pun intended) that could be extremely useful, and most of them stemmed from its description, which read:‘Allows the user to store and retrieve anything – any entity and the forces applied on them – within a two-meter radius, in a special, sealed chamber.’Apparently, the Incarnate didn’t need to touch something for it to be added to the vault. A
[You have successfully defeated the sons of Marar’bel and reached the Ainfidd Kingdom] [Your actions are being judged…] [You have been awarded 8 Incarnations Points for a splendid performance!] “What?” the Incarnate was stunned. However, in the name of caution, he quickly cast aside his curiosity and surveyed his surroundings. Getting distracted while in unfamiliar territory was a sure way to die a pathetic death in his experience. Thus, he prioritized studying his surroundings. To his surprise, he was standing around five meters away from a great slope that spotted both large, rough rocks and small bits of greenery like bushes and shrubs. All this was a little hard to see as the darkness of night was prevalent, making the Incarnate wonder if there was even a daytime in this place defined by daylight. It was starting to seem unlikely. The Incarnate had counted the days earlier by using the mechanics of the Hermetic Vault. When a new day began, he was able to add another five ite
The writing continued: ‘The celebrations are over. It’s now time for the King and Queen to decide what to do with the captives and the spoils. I only hope we don’t turn barbaric and torture these people for sport. Unlike those bastards, the Rikanja, who dared invade our nation to try and assassinate the royal family, we were the ones who took the Feraanites by surprise. I believe we should be less inclined to butcher them as though they are lowly pigs.’ Another paragraph began: * ‘Oh, gods! How can the King’s Council, men chosen to advise His Majesty, to give equal measures of morality and strategy suggest that we attack the vile Baniale`. It’s only been two weeks since we brought the Feraan under our banner. Thankfully, Alabas sees reason. I maintain that he is a wise king. He too is against this idea, but I think he may fold given how much pressure the council is piling up each day. What has gotten into them? Am I the only one among my peers to remain rational?’ Another: * ‘I
“…” The Incarnate was shocked by all this information. It both eased the bloated, heavy bag of questions he had and made it heavier, as the number of questions he had also swelled. So much could be gleaned from this record, this diary. The first thing the Incarnate had latched onto was Marar’bel’s identity. Marar’bel was the Queen of the Ainfidd Kingdom and her husband was King Alabas, the man whose name this Floor identified. All of a sudden, the Incarnate felt that the name ‘Ruins of the Deserted King Alabas’ made much more sense now. It seemed that the Ainfidd Kingdom was a stalwart nation with a mighty force and a mighty King, one that had tasted many victories against great foes. Yet, it fell because of this woman, Marar’bel and her influence. She had harbored her own goals and ideals, but knowing that she couldn’t expose them to the King, she instead puppeteered the King’s Councilmen to steer his decisions. To push forth her own agenda. What stood out particularly to the