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Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Ranking
Once again the remaining participants were asked to take their place in the circles present in the hall as they did for the first test.As everyone took their positions, the orbs overhead shone once more, filling the entire hall with it bright light.Moments after the light faded Atticus found himself to have been transported to a small white room. In the room there was only a table and chair. Right in front of the table was a round object levitating over head with two round holes on it that looked like weird eyes.Just like the previous test a screen popped up in from of Atticus.**This is a written test****Participants will pick a topic he or she is confident in. A quiz will be set of the topic.**Another screen materialized showing different options. Alchemy, Artifact refining, Formation and array with so many others were present in the options.Without wasting time Atticus went straight for Arcane Studies as that was what he was most he moment.**Mission- Get over 65 points in Ar
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Contribution Points
Atticus, Fen yifan and Chen yi, all three presently stood in front of supervisor Wang who was seated at the moment. Beside Wang dalin were two youths who wore deep blue robes with badges on their chest indicating their status as students of the academy.Chen yi was presently staring daggers at Atticus who could clearly feel his stare but just ignored it.Atticus had been curious who this Chen yi was and now the three of them were in Supervisor Wang's office, it was pretty obvious who the culprit for the incessant system notifications was but Atticus wasn't complaining anyways.It was all to his favor, afterall his cultivation technique wasn't going to pay for itself, so having such a steady income made Atticus zero his mind in ever making a good impression in front of Chen yi."You three should have obviously guessed the reason why I called you in here" Supervisor Wang said as he folded his hands and looked at the trio from his seated position."I promised the top three places rewards
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Roommate
Atticus clutched his student badge, a strange sensation tingling in his hand. It wasn't quite discomfort, but a faint hum that resonated with his own aura. Experimentally, he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation. A wave of information flooded his mind – a map of the academy grounds, meticulously detailed with buildings labeled and pathways highlighted. He instinctively navigated the map, searching for a specific location: his residence.A single point pulsed faintly on the mental map, marking a building labeled "Student Dormitories East Wing." A spark of curiosity ignited within him. Roommates? The concept was novel, having lived a solitary life for so long. He tucked this information away, eager to explore his new living quarters.Following the mental map, Atticus found himself standing before a three-story building bustling with activity. Students streamed in and out, some laden with luggage, others engaged in animated conversations. He located his room number on a directory n
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Spirit Network
After Atticus and Xu Hua reached a Compromise, no argument was issued for the next few days.Atticus on the other hand was actually eager to start attending the classes in which he had signed up for.The past few days had only consisted of him going to get some clothings and other extra necessities with a part of the low grade spirit stones he had been given by the sect as a start up resource.His uniform had finally arrived, a white robe with blue designs all over it. This signified that he belonged to the arcane studies faculty just as he had chosen.These past few days have really been an eye opener to how far things have come in the cultivation world.Being in the bloodhound sect for such a short period didn't allow Atticus to really realize how different the world had become.Take the spirit transmission disc for example. From what he knew about it in his past life, one could inject spirit qi into it and communicate with someone else who had the twin disc of the same spirit trans
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Professor Ragnar
The crisp morning air nipped at Atticus' cheeks as he hurried towards the Arcane Studies building as he felt a bit of excitement bubble in his chest, a stark contrast to the dry demeanor he had assumed while in the Bloodhound Sect. Today marked his first official class, and the prospect of learning from a seasoned mage filled him with anticipation.Reaching the imposing structure, Atticus marveled at its intricate carvings and soaring towers. It exuded power and knowledge, a beacon for aspiring arcanists. Inside, the air crackled with a nervous energy shared by his fellow first-year students. Murmurs and fidgeting filled the hallways as they navigated their way towards their respective classrooms.He found himself in front of a massive oak door emblazoned with a swirling symbol of arcane energy. Taking a deep breath, Atticus pushed it open, stepping into a vast lecture hall. Rows of wooden benches, worn from years of eager students, faced a raised platform dominated by a large oak des
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Refining
Atticus went back to his dorm after what he deemed a fruitful lecture.He wanted to test out the refining technique Professor Ragnar had given them, he found his explanation on the purity of spirit qi fascinating.Right there in his apartment Atticus sat on the floor and folded his legs, his stance was similar to all those monks.Slowly he rotated his cultivation base as he activated the refining technique.The qi present in him started to move around his meridian veins and kept on rotating in circles.His body did not absorb any qi from the atmosphere as this technique involved the refining of qi present in the dantian.The more he refined it the purer it would get in theory and also the faster he would be able to refine more qi.The refinement technique didn't make one automatically absorb pure qi so each refined qi is a finite resource as once its use in the casting of a spell its gone and more will need to be refined.The speed of the refinement and how one could push its purity d
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Li Xiaoyan
As he reached for his discarded shirt with the thoughts of going out to get some food, the door creaked open, revealing Xu Hua. Her usual stoic expression was etched with a hint of surprise, a rare sight. Following closely behind was a whirlwind of activity in the form of a girl with vibrant pink hair fashioned into two high buns. "Woah, you have a roommate? And it's a guy!" the girl exclaimed, her voice a bubbly chirp. "Xu Hua never mentioned that!" Xu Hua simply swept past them both, heading straight for her desk, her silence a clear message to let the topic die. Atticus recognized the tactic – a well-honed defense mechanism against her potential pestering and fostering awkwardness. Sure enough, the girl, seemingly oblivious to the silent plea, bounced towards Atticus, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hi there! I'm Lu Xiaoyan, Xu Hua's best friend! You must be the new roommate, right?" she chirped, extending a hand in greeting.Atticus took her hand, a wry smile playing on
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Time for Change
Atticus wandered out of the student dorms and made his way to the nearby town. He knew a restaurant there that served amazing food, and his stomach was rumbling in protest.The air buzzed with the delicious aroma of sizzling meat and spices as Atticus weaved through the bustling streets. He spotted a small eatery, decorated with paper lanterns and wooden benches, that looked perfect for a hearty meal. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a warm, friendly atmosphere. Laughter mingled with the clatter of dishes and the rhythmic sizzle of food being cooked in the open kitchen. He spotted a few students from his Arcane faculty class enjoying a meal in a corner. One of them, a young man named Wei Chen with a mop of black hair, waved him over."Hey! Didn't expect to see you here," Wei Chen called out, barely audible over the lively chatter. Atticus himself wasn't expecting to see someone he recognized here but either way returned the greeting with a nod and a smile, scanning the room for
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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
