Chapter 543: Consequences of your actions
[Special Properties:]
[- Magma Infusion: Anything touched by this skill is transford into slag. The superheated material spreads from the impact point, converting surrounding matter into a molten state that persists after initial detonation.]
[- Explosive Radius: The lightning component creates detonation upon impact. The size of the blast radius scales with the power output from contracted entities. Current radius at 30% dual output: 50 ters. Increasing dragon output percentages will expand the effective range proportionally.]
[- Elental Fusion: Damage type cannot be resisted through single-elent immunity. Targets must possess both fire and lightning resistance to reduce effectiveness. Pure immunity to one elent provides no protection.]
[Note: Altering contracted entity output percentages will modify skill behavior. Higher fire output increases slag transformation radius. Higher lightning output expands explosive force. Balanced output maintains current performance characteristics.]
Jack’s mind processed the skill analysis with growing satisfaction.
The damage formula explained why Mira had taken six hundred eighty-eight thousand damage.
His current output, combined with her lack of dual-elent resistance, had created perfect conditions for catastrophic injury that exceeded her total health pool by a massive margin.
[Reward: Draven’s Pendant has increased to Level 4!]
[Effect: Stat point cap removed. The previous maximum of 250 points per stat has been replaced with a new ceiling of 450 points per stat. This elevation acknowledges your growing capabilities and provides room for continued developnt.]
[Level 30 Milestone Reached!]
[Reward:
10,000 Skill Points]
[Vitality Conversion Rate Modified: Each point of Vitality now provides 100 HP instead of the previous 50 HP. This change applies retroactively to all existing Vitality allocations.]
[Level 40 Milestone Reached!]
[Reward:
10,000 Skill Points]
[Stat Bonus:
50 to all statistics]
[Level 50 Milestone Reached!]
[Reward: Dual Casting Unlocked]
[Description: You can now simultaneously cast different techniques using separate elents. Fire magic in the left hand operates independently from lightning magic in the right hand, allowing coordinated assault that would be impossible through sequential casting. This capability is distinct from your Dual Contractee state. It functions regardless of whether both entities are actively channeled.]
[Status Update]
The final notification expanded, displaying Jack’s current capabilities with precision that made tactical planning effortless.
[Na: Jack Kaiser]
[Level: 50 (0/232,500)
[Class: Arc Mage (MAX), Soul Warden (MAX), Lightning Apostle (MAX), Spearman (MAX), Lightning Mage (MAX), Demonbound (MAX), Prince of Thunder (Level 6: 26,026,500/200,000,000 EXP)
[Statistics:]
[Strength: 300 ( 100)]
[Stamina: 300 ( 45)]
[Agility: 300 ( 45)]
[Vitality: 300 ( 25)]
[Endurance: 300 ( 30)]
[Magic: 300 ( 90)]
[HP: 112,775]
[Mana: 12,844]
[Skill Points: 21,650]
[Stat Points: 41]
[Reputation Points: 11,116,121]
[Death Tokens: 38,087,250]
[Demonic Essence: 999]
[Talents:]
[Magic Talent Rank: SS]
[Martial Talent Rank: SS]
[Affinity: Lightning, Fire]
[Blessings: Draven’s Pendant (Level 4), Death’s Key (Level 1)]
Jack’s consciousness processed the updated statistics with satisfaction that transcended simple nurical improvent.
Then Jack’s right arm suddenly felt heavy.
Not tired from exertion or strained from channeling excessive power.
It was as if the limb’s mass had increased without a corresponding enhancent in his strength to compensate.
The sensation was wrong, creating an imbalance in his posture that his physique imdiately attempted to correct.
He looked down at his right arm, and his face froze.
The black tactical skinsuit that had covered his body had been completely obliterated from shoulder to fingertips on his right side.
The material that should have been clinging to his muscles didn’t exist anymore, exposing the flesh beneath to the smoke-filled air.
But the exposed skin wasn’t its normal color.
His entire right arm, from shoulder to fingertips, had turned black.
Not the healthy tan of soone who spent ti outdoors, not the slight darkening from accumulated dirt or blood.
But, pure black, as if his flesh had been charred beyond recognition or transford into sothing that only superficially resembled human tissue.
The skin’s texture had changed, too.
Instead of the slight flexibility that characterized normal human epidermis, his arm felt rigid and unyielding, more like stone than living flesh.
When he tried to move his fingers, the response was sluggish and incomplete, as if the neural connections between brain and hand had been compromised by whatever had caused this transformation.
His arm was numb. It felt like the limb had been severed, yet remained physically attached by so mystical ans that maintained structural integrity without preserving sensation.
The weight was significant.
His right arm hung at his side like a dead weight, the mass pulling at his shoulder joint with force that his constitution struggled to support properly.
Lifting the limb required conscious effort that should have been unnecessary for soone with his stat allocation.
Jack’s mind imdiately identified the cause even as his vision processed the disturbing imagery of his blackened appendage.
Sarin’s Judgent.
The skill had been far beyond what his body could safely handle. Channeling power on that scale, combining dual Contractee state enhancent with elental fusion that transcended normal magical classification, had pushed his physical vessel past its designed tolerances.
The technique had worked, causing the catastrophic damage necessary to eliminate Mira, but the cost was more than he had expected.
His arm had been the conduit for that power, the limb through which lightning and magma had flowed before being shaped into the bolt he’d thrown.
And channeling energy operating on those scales had fundantally altered the tissue, transford flesh and bone into sothing that could barely be classified as human anymore.
The smoke began dissipating as the do’s cracks allowed continued pressure to be released.
The mushroom cloud that had blocked vision for the past minute slowly thinned, revealing the battlefield beneath in stages, revealing the full scope of destruction increntally rather than all at once.
The ground where Mira had been standing no longer existed as recognizable marble.
Instead, a crater thirty feet in diater marked the impact point, the stone completely vaporized by initial detonation.
Around the crater’s edges, the transformation into slag was visible.
Marble that had been solid minutes ago now existed as cooling pools of liquid rock, their surfaces hardening into uneven terrain that would make movent difficult for anyone attempting to cross.
And in the center of the devastation, where the lightning-magma bolt had struck with full force, there was nothing recognizable as human remains.
Mira’s body had been completely transford into slag, her enhanced physique unable to withstand damage that had exceeded her health pool by nearly 400,000 points.
The woman who’d been Council mber for decades, who’d killed entities far beyond normal human capability, who’d survived countless battles through a combination of skill and Mythical Spirit enhancent...
She was reduced to a cooling puddle of material that bore no resemblance to the person she’d been monts ago.
The thirty thousand demons maintained their kneeling formation despite several dozen having sustained electrical damage from the bolt’s preparation.
They remained motionless, awaiting their master’s command, their discipline absolute even in the face of an attack that had eliminated a Council mber through a single technique.
Magnus stood near Pho at the portal’s edge, his white porcelain mask tracking the dissipating smoke with yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction, visible even through the narrow slits.
And as the final wisps of obscuring cloud cleared completely, Jack’s yellow and orange eyes t Magnus’s gaze directly.
Jack had promised to fight seriously, despite losing motivation to kill soone he knew wouldn’t actually die from the engagent.
The smoke cleared entirely, leaving nothing between them except fifty ters of destroyed battlefield and the mutual understanding that their confrontation was about to begin in earnest.
’System, can my arm be fixed?’
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