Priam straightened up and quickly consulted the Tribulations tir. Twelve minutes had passed since the explosion.
In his ntal space, he had suffered for several hours under the Phoenix's guidance. The Phoenix had demonstrated its skill over and over again. Apparently, the Phoenixes had excellent aether perception, enabling them to observe the exact functioning of a skill and then emulate it. Any Phoenix was expected to understand the basics after seeing it just once. So were able to improve their new skill directly to level 10.
Priam was far from having that kind of perception. Fortunately, in his ntal space, his perception was high. Even so, it had taken him almost three hours to acquire the skill. At least his aether perception had improved.
Lvl Up: [Aether Perception] lvl 9,10
TA (PERC) 6
Priam now understood that not all races were born equal. He could increase his Vivacity and mory to exceptional levels, but no attribute ruled talent. Only specific resources, Titles, Talents, and opportunities could profoundly alter an individual's mind and soul. According to the Phoenix, improving one's bloodline was one of them.
Sighing, Priam dusted off his pants - his jacket had been reduced to ashes. What mattered was where Priam ended up, not where he began. The Viscount quickly checked his notifications.
Lvl Up : [Thermal Resistance] lvl 9,10,11,12
CONST 4
Sleeping in an inferno did help. Priam smiled as he read his notification. He'd had to be burned alive fighting ants to gain a few resistance levels. Today, his Title [Infantile Phoenix] gave him a pseudo immunity to weak flas. Sleeping surrounded by flas strengthened him rather than harming him. With this kind of advantage, the gap between him and most humans would only widen.
Priam then consulted his other notifications.
[Heat Resistance] has reached level 20, its maximum level as a common skill. Depending on your background, three upgrades are available… [Infantile Phoenix] detected. rging [Thermal Resistance]. Upgrade.
[Heat Resistance - Rare] - General upgrade. No future upgrade possible. Potential Cost: 5
[Infantile Phoenix tabolism - Rare] - Your body has burned more than once. Phoenix blood runs through your veins. Future upgrades possible. Potential Cost: 100
You have selected the skill [Infantile Phoenix tabolism - Rare].
POT -100
[Infantile Phoenix tabolism - Rare] - Your body is transford. Your cells beco half material, half aethereal. The chemical reactions your body needs to function change. Slowly, you're letting go of your humanity. It is the path you have chosen in order to survive.
You can now convert part of your thermal energy into pure aether. The water in your body remains liquid even at over 100°C - 1 bar pressure.
VIT 2
CONST 1
Priam had been surprised by the cost of the upgrade - 100 points of Potential. He suspected that sothing was different this ti. The skill description wasn't very long but indicated that each of his cells had changed. And so did he.
The Potential opened a bridge between the Concepts and Priam's body. He felt a fla rising in his heart and spreading through his veins. The next instant, so kind of electric current ran through his whole body and Priam spasd. He lost consciousness for a second as [Brainless] tried to disconnect his consciousness from his brain.
The next instant his brain reconnected, and Priam took a deep breath. The intense pain had only lasted a second. His Title had already prepared him and his body was simply adapting to the new blood flowing through his veins. After all, Phoenixes were more aethereal than material.
After a second breath, Priam reread his notification. He wasn't really human anymore. With his Titles, his Constitution, and now this skill, he could run his hand through a fla without feeling pain. Priam wondered for a second what this ant. Would his family recognize him? Where would the changes stop? Was he still able to procreate?
And how do I feel about it all?
Priam didn't yet know how to answer this question. He was doing what he had to do to survive, and wouldn't have taken a less powerful option. Above all...
Beggars can't be choosers. In order not to die and to remain free, Priam knew he would have to make many sacrifices.
His third inhalation triggered a coughing fit that prevented Priam from feeling sorry for himself. He took a second to try and breathe, but the smoke and dust made it difficult.
Lvl Up: [Asphyxia Resistance] lvl 2
VIT 2
TA (END) 1
Grimacing, Priam stood up to observe his surroundings. Rubble surrounded him, and the mixture of smoke and dust prevented him from seeing much. Flas had also broken out on the carpet and so furniture decorating the room. His new title conferred him so fire immunity, and the heat comforted him. Surrounded by the fires, he felt good despite the lack of visibility. Only [Aether Perception] and his mist gave him so information about the surroundings.
Firstly, above him, the ceiling was over ten ters high. Priam realized that the explosion had partially destroyed the separation between the two vaults. He was now in the real Revenants' treasure room.
This one was smaller and decorated in red. According to his aethereal perception, there were five pedestals in the room. Before dealing with the treasures they contained, Priam recalled his spear and moved towards a mass of flesh and bone a few ters away.
Alpha was at death's door. The explosion had charred most of the Abomination's flesh. Its remaining muscles, ligants, and bones were too heavy to move correctly. The chira dragged itself pitifully along the ground, trying to escape the flas.
Priam stopped at his level and looked at the monster, the result of the unnatural fusion of humans, cores and black magic. He had nothing against black magic as long as it was used against his enemies.
As he watched the creature to guess where to strike, a detail stopped him in his tracks. One of the recognizable faces in the still-intact mass of flesh was familiar to him. [Eidetic mory] gave him the information he was looking for. The features bore so resemblance to Albin. A screaming Albin.
"Albin?" whispered Priam.
The Abomination stopped. Only the crackling of flas and the creaking of the last beams holding up the rest of the ceiling disturbed the silence. Seconds later, the Abomination began to move again. Priam shook his head and cocked his spear. Gloomily, he brought it down on the chira. He didn't feel sorry for Albin but for all the humans caught up in this madness.
The hoplite weapon found a crack in the bone cage and split it open. Priam bent down to pick up the six cores inside. A new creak was heard, and he hurried towards the first pedestal. It wouldn't be long before the ceiling collapsed utterly, and he had no desire to improve [Admirer of Atlas].
Quest completed: Abomination II
Reward: Potential 300.
Lvl Up: [Depths Resistance] lvl 11,12
Participation: 62%.
You have eliminated three Viscount rank Abominations aided by the Cult of Revenants.
Lvl Up: [Depths Resistance] lvl 11,12
CONST 4
VIT 4
WILL 10
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