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Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Spell craft
–it was undeniably impressive. However, something about the brute force approach still didn't quite click with Atticus, besides he didn't really need to go so deep into learning how to manipulate different elements without having their affinities as he did have all basic elemental affinity.Not that this was all there was to elementalists but something else was on his mind.Throughout his journey through the hall, a single theme kept echoing in his mind – illusion. He had been captivated by the concept ever since stumbling upon a dusty tome on the subject in the academy library. The book spoke of weaving intricate illusions, of manipulating perception, of bending reality without a single flashy spell. The more he read, the more intrigued he became.Professor Wu's booming voice cut through the cacophony, instantly commanding the attention of the hall. "Welcome, first-year students," he declared, his voice resonating with power. "Today marks the momentous occasion – the day you choose y
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Practical Test 1
The written exam cleared, a tremor of nervousness ran through Atticus as Professor Lin announced the next stage – the practical demonstration. This was it, the real test of his burgeoning control and nascent talent for illusion. He watched as the instructors rearranged the chamber, conjuring a series of simple wooden tables and stools. On each table lay a collection of small, seemingly mundane objects - a chipped ceramic cup, a worn leather pouch, and a single, unlit candle.Taking a deep breath, Atticus settled himself at a table near the front of the room. He cast a cursory glance at the objects, his mind already swirling with possibilities. Professor Lin's earlier words echoed in his head – "control, precision, and purity" – these were the keys to manipulating the flow of mana with enough finesse to weave convincing illusions.He closed his eyes, picturing the chipped cup. He visualized it becoming whole again, the crack along its side seamlessly mending. This was a basic illusion,
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Practical test 2
Atticus was impressed but he was already aware that some of this students have been studying most of these things right from an early age unlike him who is just absorbing fresh knowledge.. Her illusions were powerful and visually stunning, showcasing raw talent and a natural aptitude for the dramatic. He wondered if she too aspired to be an illusionist, or perhaps her heart lay with another branch of Spellcraft, like Evocation or Abjuration but he doubted that. Even if she had interest in other branches of spellcraft, Illusion would be at the top of her list, hence the reason why she is taking the illusion spellcraft test.The practical demonstrations continued, each student showcasing their unique strengths and weaknesses. Finally, the chamber emptied, and Professor Lin turned back towards the remaining students."Excellent work, everyone," he declared, his voice booming through the room. "You've all demonstrated a commendable level of skill and control. Now, for the final challenge.
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System The Trio
A buzz of nervous energy crackled through the air as Atticus joined the throng of students converging on the Spellcast Arena. The annual contest of division leadership was about to commence, a spectacle that drew not just participants but also several students who were curious to see how it was all going to play out.Atticus, fresh off his success in the Apprentice exams, still revealed in the elation of becoming a first-circle mage, while this may seem to be an insignificant achievement Atticus felt good about taking this little steps towards his goal as several things he had in mind since reincarnating didn't seem to be working out, this was a refreshing change. The memory of receiving his Apprentice badge, a silver disc etched with swirling runes, brought a satisfied smile to his face. He had officially crossed the threshold of magical initiation, stepping onto the path towards mastery.The Blue Sword Academy operated under a well-defined hierarchy. At the very foundation were app
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Contest (1)
Atticus, emboldened by his earlier encounter, found himself swept along by the throng towards the elevated spectator stands of the Spellcast Arena. The annual contest for the Spellcraft division leadership was about to begin, and the energy in the arena was palpable.The arena floor resembled a meticulously landscaped miniature battlefield. Patches of scorched earth, shimmering pools of water, and strategically placed rocky outcrops offered a variety of terrains for the spellcasters to navigate. In the center of the arena stood a towering obelisk, its surface etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with magical energy.A hush fell over the crowd as Professor Lin, the esteemed Head of the Spellcraft Division, strode onto the platform overlooking the arena. His tall, lean frame and piercing gaze commanded respect. With a booming voice that echoed throughout the arena, he announced the commencement of the competition.The contest would be a three-stage affair, each stage designed
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Contest (2)
The free for all began with a flourish, Bao Lin slammed his fist onto the ground. The earth rumbled in response, a series of jagged stone spikes erupting from the ground around him, forming a formidable barrier. Elara, never one for subtlety, threw her hands forward, conjuring a blazing fireball that streaked towards Anya. Anya responded with a graceful wave of her hand, a shimmering wall of water rising to intercept the fireball. The water hissed and sputtered as it collided with the fiery orb, dissolving it into a cloud of steam.Across the arena, Kai, his movements swift and silent, launched himself into the air, riding a miniature whirlwind he had conjured. He used his aerial advantage to unleash a series of compressed air blasts at Bao Lin, who met them head-on with a series of earth walls that crumbled under the force of the wind.The battle quickly descended into a chaotic dance of elemental fury. Elara, her eyes blazing with fiery determination, launched a relentless barrage o
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Contest (3)
The first stage of the Spellcraft Division leadership contest had indeed been a spectacle, leaving the arena floor a smoldering testament to the raw power wielded by the participants. As the dust settled and the remaining students – Elara, Anya, and Kai – caught their breath, Professor Lin reappeared at the center of the arena, his voice booming through the silent crowd."The first stage tested your raw elemental control," he announced, his gaze sweeping across the stands. "You have all displayed impressive mastery. However, a true leader needs more than just brute force. The second stage, which we shall commence shortly, will test your strategic thinking and problem-solving skills."A hush fell over the audience as Professor Lin gestured towards the central obelisk. The runes etched on its surface flickered to life, glowing with an ethereal blue light. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding landscape of the arena floor underwent a dramatic transformation.The scorched earth, shimme
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Contest Ends
The cacophony of the Whispering Woods reached a crescendo. Anya, her initial calm replaced by a determined focus, wove through the dense foliage. The illusion of the swamp creature had shaken her, but it had also served as a harsh lesson. Brute force, as Elara had discovered, was ineffective against the forest's mischievous magic. Anya needed subtlety.Drawing upon her connection to water, she focused on the faintest tremors in the ground, the minute shifts in the flow of sap within the trees. Every rustle, every gurgle whispered a story to her attuned ears. Slowly, a pattern emerged. There were subtle disruptions in the natural flow, almost imperceptible ripples, emanating from a specific direction.Following this invisible current, Anya navigated the treacherous terrain with renewed confidence. She sidestepped hidden pits filled with churning mud, her movements a silent dance with the forest's illusions. The air shimmered before her, conjuring the image of a shimmering artifact. Any
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An Outing
As Atticus left the underground ring, the cheers and bloodthirsty roars of the crowd still echoed in his ears. His steps were steady, his expression calm, but beneath the surface, his body thrummed with a strange energy. The soul essence of the Bone Crusher, the life force of his defeated opponent, lingered within him, fueling his every step. The system was doing its work, absorbing the essence and converting it into raw power. His mind was flooded with the sensation of strength—a heavy, suffocating weight that both thrilled and disturbed him. The Reaper Points tally flashed in his vision, now at a staggering 50,000."All that from one fight," Atticus muttered to himself as he crossed through the dark, winding corridors. The weight of the negative emotions he had absorbed—the fear, the hatred, the malice of the crowd and the Bone Crusher—pressed down on him like a suffocating cloak. It had fueled his victory, his current profit. It was a dark, addictive power, one that came at the co
Bone crusher
The next day came by with a flash and tonight was the night his request would be answered. He spent the days leading up to this moment in a haze of fights, each victory further solidifying his dominance in the Bloodfist Arena. But it wasn’t enough. The thrill of victory, once intoxicating, had dulled. He craved more—something darker, more dangerous. He needed it...he needed to kill.That desire led him here, to the bowels of the Bloodfist Arena, where Grimlock had agreed to take him to the underground ring. The hidden arena was a myth whispered among fighters—a place where death was certain, but the rewards were even greater.As the evening began, Grimlock appeared in the training hall, his face grim and set as always. "You ready, kid?" he asked, his voice rough with experience.Atticus wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a curt nod. "Lead the way."Without another word, Grimlock motioned for Atticus to follow. They descended into the depths of the arena, passing through dimly lit
Underground ring
Atticus could barely feel the thrum of his pulse through the haze of exhaustion as he emerged from the arena. The demon’s death had bought him the Reaper Points he needed, but it had also left him with a gnawing emptiness. The shadows of the arena’s blood-soaked ground seemed to cling to him as he made his way through the labyrinthine corridors to Grimlock’s office.The arena manager’s quarters were a stark contrast to the brutal spectacle of the arena. Lined with opulent furnishings and trinkets from across the realms, the room was a testament to Grimlock’s status. It was here that Atticus found him, hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and gambling receipts.“Grimlock,” Atticus began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Grimlock looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Atticus. You look like hell. But that's the point uhn. Gunning for more fights?”“Actually,” Atticus said, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m here to talk about something similar.”Grimlock’s interest piqued. He
System's penalty: 2
Atticus stood alone in his quarters, the heavy silence pressing in around him. His thoughts churned as the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind. 'Two choices. Both deadly.'Facing Xar'gath, a 'Nascent Soul-level demon', was as good as a death sentence. The demon lord’s power was unrivaled in this realm, and Atticus knew he wasn’t strong enough to take him on. But the alternative was just as dangerous. The **Gate of Oblivion**—a forbidden technique that could tear open space itself, allowing him to escape. Yet the system’s demand for more death, more souls, was a price Atticus wasn’t sure he could pay.His chest felt tight as the weight of the decision bore down on him. The system was relentless, pushing him to act. But what would be left of him after? His chaos meridian was already fragile, weakened by the demonic qi that coursed through him. If he used the Reaper System too much, if he harvested too many souls, he risked losing control—risked losing everythingBut he couldn’t stay
System's penalty
Days turned into weeks, each one bleeding into the next as Atticus fought battle after battle in the Blood Fist Arena. Every day, the same routine: wake, fight, survive. The dim corridors and oppressive heat had become his world, and the echoes of the roaring crowd were a constant reminder of his captivity. For Atticus, time had lost all meaning, every fight just another step in a seemingly endless cycle of violence.Each day felt heavier, his muscles aching more as the constant combat began to take its toll. But it wasn’t just his body that suffered—the stagnant energy in his cultivation gnawed at him. He was stuck, unable to break through to the next realm, and the weight of his situation began to settle in like an immovable burden.Weeks had passed since he last thought of his purpose, of the Reaper System and the mission that had brought him here. His days had become a haze of blood and battle, and his nights were haunted by restless dreams of a life he barely remembered. It was a
Kaela
Atticus returned to the arena lodge with Kraul's words still echoing in his mind. 'I will just have to find an alternative I guess'Tomorrow's fight loomed ahead, but his thoughts were consumed by the plan Kraul had laid out. Allowing Xar'gath to breach the veil and invade his world was a prospect that gnawed at him, yet he knew he had to stay focused. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions as he entered the lodge. The familiar scent of sweat, blood, and metal filled his senses, grounding him in the reality of the moment. The arena was where he had honed his skills, where he had survived against all odds. But now, it felt like a distraction from the larger conflict, a cruel reminder that his true battle lay far beyond these walls.A few fellow fighters nodded in acknowledgment as he passed, their respect for him evident. He had earned his place among them through sheer dominance in the arena, his reputation growing with each victory. But there was no camaraderie here, only a sha
The plan
As night fell over the Bloodfist Arena, Atticus felt a tension building within him. The day had been grueling, with hours spent preparing for tomorrow's fight, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something pivotal was about to happen, something that would change the course of his journey in this cursed realm. As the shadows deepened, he heard a familiar rustling outside his quarters. Before he could react, Vex slipped into the room like a wraith. The wiry man’s sharp eyes glinted in the dim light, his usual cautious demeanor even more pronounced."It’s time," Vex whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the arena. "The meeting's happening tonight. We need to leave now."Atticus nodded, already prepared. He had been expecting this, though he hadn’t anticipated the urgency in Vex’s voice. They left the arena under the cover of darkness, navigating the winding streets of the demon city with practiced ease. The tension in the air was palpabl
Back at Bloodfist
Atticus pressed onward, the towering monolith before him radiating an ominous energy. As he approached, the pressure around him intensified, like invisible hands gripping at his very essence, trying to squeeze the life from him. He gritted his teeth, every step becoming harder as the weight on his soul grew unbearable.When he reached the base of the monolith, a deep vibration coursed through the ground, and the ancient runes etched into the stone glowed a fierce crimson. Without warning, a pulse of energy shot out from the monolith, slamming into Atticus and sending him staggering backward.His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to remain on his feet. The pressure was no longer just physical—it was attacking his soul, probing for weaknesses, for any crack in his resolve. His vision blurred, and his knees buckled as the crushing force intensified, threatening to tear his spirit apart.But Atticus was no stranger to pain. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright, defying the
Xiao Mei
The air was heavy with anticipation as Atticus stepped into the heart of the forest, the shadows deepening around him as if the very trees were conspiring to trap him. The memory of the voice still echoed in his mind, a grim reminder that Haven was far from finished with him. He knew that another trial awaited, one that would test the very core of his being.As he walked, the forest seemed to close in around him, the trees twisting and gnarling into unnatural shapes. The path beneath his feet became uneven, roots curling up to trip him, forcing him to remain vigilant with every step. The melody in his mind had grown softer, a distant hum that was barely perceptible over the rustle of leaves and the occasional creak of branches.Ahead, the trees parted to reveal a narrow pathway, lined with stones that glowed faintly in the dim light. There was something deliberate about the path, as if it had been placed there for him, guiding him deeper into the heart of Haven. He hesitated for a mom
