The first thing Soren did was to familiarize himself with Shades that were consud, but he already knew their powers.
A few of these were the Madman’s Bulb, Vass’s Salvation, Tommy’s Booger, Pencil’s Strawberry, and Ivory’s Frog.
These were the big hitters in his arsenal.
There were a lot of reasons for this. Firstly, Bulb could multiply any attack.
Soren discovered that "any" literally ant "any and all."
Basically, it was not restricted to just combat skills like punches.
When Soren released Vass’s flas, he could literally multiply the output.
Sausage Neck as the experintal dummy was roasted alive.
But Soren did not want it to end here and just killed himself.
[You died]
...
Next, he needed to know the upper limits the Bulb’s ability could reach.
And so he pushed the ability, riddling Sausage Neck’s body with attacks.
Soren discovered a few things. He could multiply the attacks up to 10 tis their normal strength if he was using just hand-to-hand combat techniques.
And 5 tis the normal strength if he was using Vass’s flas.
But even that had conditions. After all, Soren had consud Vass’s soul, not once but twice.
The first ti was back in his hotown against the Eldritch, Vass had not achieved First Form then.
The second ti was the deaths of all his classmates in the cafeteria. By then, Vass could already use his First Form.
Yes. Soren had two versions of Vass’s Shade that had been consud.
Both of them appeared as different entities in his mind. It was like they were from different tilines.
This was incredible news. It ant that if Vass were to make any improvents in the future again, and Chronovore devoured it, Soren would have access to it.
While this was great, Soren quickly hit a wall that sent him back to the drawing board.
It happened when he attempted using Vass’s First Form for the second ti.
He had used it too much, and now, mories... like ghosts of a haunted past, sward his mind.
He could see images.
Flashes.
Young Vass, at six, scread at his mother, "I hate you."
—the last mory he had of her before news of her death reached ho.
His tears and his pain sward into Soren uncontrollably.
Soren felt like he was being swallowed, consud by it. Rage.
Against the world.
’The world should feel my rage.’
The emotion stord his senses.
His eyes slowly took on a reddish color. However, before he could be swallowed by it, Soren quickly brought his dagger to his neck.
[You died]
...
Soren lay on the prison bed breathing hard.
Slowly, eventually, he got control of his breathing.
But sitting upright, the banging headache was still there.
He would have to rest so more.
Unfortunately, Cynthia ca to pick him up.
Regardless, he settled his mind, thinking carefully about what happened.
While he did not seem to have inherited the curse of a Shade, if he used its abilities a little too much, he got to feel mories of their warriors’ most emotional monts.
Soren frowned at this. What he needed were even more experints.
[You died]
...
[You died]
...
[You died]
...
(15 deaths later...)
Soren sat upright—confirming certain theories in his head.
After a bunch of fails and successes, he knew more.
The limit for how many tis he could multiply an ability was dependent on many factors.
The first was the initial ’form rank’ that the madman. Was able to reach before the Bulb was damaged.
While the Sixth Form was the minimum requirent now for Soul cha pilots, it was not about thirty years ago during the third generational war.
Soren reckoned it was probably the 5th or 4th form.
This estimate was as a result of Bulb’s injury.
Yes.
A wounded Shade had their capabilities reduced.
It was the sa way Ivory lost a significant level of her capabilities because she fed her shade to an eldritch.
Then again, the extent of the Shade’s wounds determined how much of its ability had been affected.
Furthermore, Soren could not use Vass’s first form more than once; this was not simply a limitation of the Shade’s injuries but a limitation of his own.
Basically, Soren’s F–rank shade did not have enough soul energy to execute the technique.
The realization made Soren chuckle to himself.
To think he was so blessed and yet so cursed by his own limitations.
But this was not all; there was more work to be done.
Next, Soren experinted with Tommy’s Booger.
The mont he willed it and multiplied its effects, Sausage Neck was left in uneven, segnted layers in the air, screaming in pain and begging for death.
He died in a puddle of his own blood.
Soren sighed. Sausage Neck was starting to die too easily.
He still had more things he needed to try.
Once more, a dagger to his neck.
Scchhhlll...
[You died]
...
[You died]
...
[You died]
...
(A couple more deaths later...)
Soren chuckled to himself. To find out so much was relieving.
He was right about the heavy hitters in his arsenal.
However, there were so more: Goldsworth’s Shade(s) and three more exceptional Shades from his classmates.
However, to Soren’s greatestsurprise, Lady Linda Bloodshine’s shade was not among the consud shades.
Soren clearly rembered her death. She had died in his arms, and yet, her Shade was nowhere.
Did Chronovore skip her Shade, or was it unable to consu it?
Yet, more questions. Soren threw it to the back of his mind.
The remaining Shades Chronovore consud were either too wounded to squeeze out any value from or just too useless.
Like one that simply allowed water to suspend in midair.
And another that simply turned any object to water.
Unless he was trapped in a desert, that was an obviously useless combat ability.
No wonder it was D–rank.
Soren shook his head, driving the thought away.
He made up his mind. Today would be the last day he tortured Sausage Neck.
But he was going to make it count. After all, he did promise the brute that he would make him swallow his teeth.
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