Wayna was seated in a carriage, watching the buildings span past as the number of people moving along the side of the road beca sparse.
Her hands gripped onto a piece of coin tightly, sowhat nervous as she looked around, unable to see anyone or anything that caught her eye.
Everything seed as normal as usual. But for so reason, she was feeling a bit nervous.
She wore a long gown like a noble, her green-rimd gloves holding a paper fan that she used to fan herself. Twirled on one eye was a monocle that she adjusted from ti to ti, using it to read through the book before her, one that had a circular depression in its centre, deep enough to hide a coin within.
And it was exactly where the coin in her hand went. As the carriage continued to span past, she flipped the pages, acting like she was reading through the contents when in truth, she was distracted.
Closing her eyes, she focused upon her Personal Fragnt, a mysterious torch that emitted water-like flas, generating a subtle fluctuation from ti to ti.
It was a Quasi-Relic, a treasure of her Kingdom that had been passed down since ages before she gained possession of it.
Among the items used by the people, there existed three divisions: Magic Tools, Quasi-Relics, and Relics.
The items used by those until the Pseudo-Saint Stage were Magical Tools, commonly referred to as a Magic Tool.
Beyond that were the two grades of Quasi-Relics and Relics, each possessing enough power to change a Kingdom.
They were the guardian items of the respective Kingdom or Empire, one that ensured their rule didn't collapse.
And one such item was the Quasi-Relic that had beco her Personal Fragnt. Wayna focused on it, concentrating further and further before she was able to hear countless voices squirming within.
[To wish, has been my fate, and hence I shall, rena your hate!]
[Into the stars, I gaze at you, forever smiling, to be with you!]
[Rise into the clouds, and fall into my embrace, for that is happiness!]
[Exchange your hatred with foolishness, for you'll at least have sothing this way.]
Verses of various tunes resounded in her mind, with each of them having a powerful impact on anyone that might hear them.
Wayna was from the rman Race, a race that dwelled within the great ocean. As a sea-faring race, the rman Race had two professions—Bards, and Polymorphs.
Bards sang or danced, or at tis even communicated through re gestures alone. So were even capable of using their scent alone to communicate a myriad of emotions into the inhalers. Such people were called Bards.
And of course, they could also go on the offensive. It was just that their abilities weren't entirely direct but worked in crowd-control factors.
Their second profession, Polymorphs allowed them to transform into whatever they desired, allowing them to change the appearance of themselves and others, or even affect the environnt itself.
Polymorph was a strong profession that had strategic uses, perfect for spies to have. Moreover, the rn race also controlled the beauty industry, travelling throughout the shores to perform in various troupes that entertained all sorts of Kingdoms and Empires.
Moreover, for a premium, soone could even approach a rman to have their appearance altered with practically no consequences.
As to the level of the altercation, it was their wish. So even changed genders or even their species.
But, Polymorphs weren't able to truly change one's race. So, a human that was changed into a Demon would still remain a human biologically, unable to survive in the Demon Kingdom as their bodies were just built differently.
The power of Polymorphs varied based on their strength. Pseudo-Saint Polymorphs were able to go past the racial restrictions to a certain extent. In all honestly, they were a pretty cheaty race that was elusive in nature and had a ho-ground advantage, being one of the two water-dominant races.
The rman Race was one of the most powerful races in the Fantasy World.
Of course, as a Pseudo-Relic, Wayna's Personal Fragnt contained the powers of both the rman Race professions.
A Magical Tool was declared a Relic when it forms the imprint of its wielder. Just as Wayna began to think about Pseudo-Relics and their creation, she noticed a carriage moving across her on the road, and seated on its back was Yaka.
Yaka imdiately noticed her, motioning for the coachman to stop the carriage as she alighted and approached her carriage, asking, "Wayna, I was just thinking about finding you and was surprised to find you here."
"What are you doing in such a desolate place?" Wayna asked in surprise, having never expected to run into her here.
The location they were at currently was situated on the outskirts of Tentuna City, a place ruled by a gang of ruffians that dealt in human trafficking. They had been in power here for a couple of decades already, using the mountains near the city to set up a stronghold.
And the mont the Kingdom sent any troops to suppress them, the gang mbers would vacate deep into the mountains. Soti later, they would gradually mingle into the city to plot against the authorities that had arrived.
Led by a Grandmaster Mage, they wielded considerable power and influence. Even Wayna was nervous about treading through this place. After all, in a foreign kingdom, she had to exercise utmost caution.
It was unknown as to when she would trigger the ire of a heavenly being. She had personally seen a System Slayer getting obliterated by one such existence after being provoked.
And considering the nature of their world's power system, even though it was impossible for them to truly kill Systems or System Slayers, they had enough ans to harness either party into a power source.
She too was capable of the sa, the reason she had survived for more than a century as a System Slayer. Otherwise, considering the number of System Fragnts she had used to strengthen herself, she ought to have turned into a System ages ago.
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