Na: Adam
Talent: Unlocked at thirteen
Job: Tier one alchemist
Class: T3 Mana Conjuror
LVL: 8
Exp: 3240/5120
HP: 446/446->490/490
Vitality: 44.6->49
Strength: 45.2->49.6
Agility: 77.6->78
Intelligence: 51.6->54
Free attribute points: 5->0
Items: Grimoire Lingua, Grimoire Beastaria, ({Beastbane Dagger, Ethereal Radiance} Fusion in process.), Blade of Adaptation, Gaston's Sovereign Eye, Misha's Genetic Code, Thomas' Swift Shadow Legs, Manacore Heartgem,
Spells: Active: T1 spells: Illuminate LV1, Mana shield LV2, Magical Perception LV1.
Other: Mana bullet LV MAX, Atom Burst LVL MAX, Mage's hands LVL MAX, Gate of Mystical Arsenal LVL MAX, Gungnir LVL MAX.
Passive: Mana Control T4, Enhanced Intuition T1, Dagger mastery T1, Spear mastery T2,
Mana Shaping T3, Mana cape T3.
Note: Soul is damaged... Use that technique to reach the fourth tier, and you are dead.
After distributing his five free attribute points, he sighed, "My perfectly balanced stats are gone." In truth, it wasn't that much of a problem. Still, he had a fondness for order and harmony. It was even truer after his last trial.
'What's the point of having imnse mana if my adversary is too fast for to aim? Or of having incredible strength if my body crumbles under my own strikes?' He thought, realising how interlinked every stat was and how right he had been.
After thinking about a few more examples, he gazed down, noticing his new mana techniques with a wry smile. Now that he thought about it, his maddened version seed to have access to more mories than he did. "Why?" He asked, a frown etching itself on his face.
If his mories were forged as he initially assud, it wouldn't make sense for him to have forgotten mories. Upon reaching that thought, relief flashed in his eyes as he summarised his understanding, "I have mories of Earth but can't access them. The damned system most likely sealed them."
Then, he gritted his teeth, rembering its human-like speech and glitch during its conversation with Misha. "Is soone monitoring ? Who and why?" He asked, fear freezing his heart. After all, simply studying the discrepancies in his mories prompted an instantaneous response from the entity.
Sadly, he lacked clues to co up with hypothesises and knew trying to do so in the dark would only burden him with stress, anxiety, and fear. Putting that problem aside, he finally read the note with narrowed eyes.
"Is it threatening ?" He said, defiance burning in his eyes, adding, "Not only will I beco a mage using that technique, but I'll use it all the way to the last tier."
Surprisingly, the note changed to answer his declaration, startling him. [After you get the boy's body, you can.]
"Who are you? Why did you take most of my mories away and monitor ?" He asked, hoping to get a response. Yet, the system fell silent again, reverting to its first note and keeping its intentions secret.
The last ssage forced him into deep thought. It was the third ti it asked him to take Julius' body. Why? He was sure the system possessed enough knowledge to offer alternative solutions. So, once again, why?
"Ugh. Before I can answer a question, two more present themselves..." He said, bitterly shaking his head. However, his mood didn't stay down for long as a fire burned in his eyes.
"I'll do what I can until I learn the truth about the system and this magic world." He said, reaffirming his determination to look for lost knowledge, starting with Elysia's ancestral grimoire.
But before, he had to wake up and prepare for his expedition with Morgane, even if his plan changed slightly. Initially, he wanted to create a deck filled with ghosts for next year's tournant but used all his talismans on the insect-based chimaeras and Ignatius.
Yet, he didn't feel bothered since they were strong and in the third tier, not to ntion the second floor's boss, who seed to be a cut above the rest. 'Not using them would be stupid,' he thought, his eyes glowing as he rembered having eleven spots he could fill with ghosts.
With their addition, he believed creating a balanced lineup of lee fighters and mysterious abilities wielders was possible.
"I'll ask Zenobia for her opinion and delay the expedition to rest for a month." He said, feeling ntally exhausted after everything he went through. Fortunately, Misha had healed his cut arm, or he would have had to search for natural ways to heal his soul after bearing half the damage.
Thankful for her last gift, and with everything sorted, he closed his eyes to wake up in the real world and proceed with his plans.
*******
A few seconds later, his dim eyes ca to life, emitting bright lights and startling the four people present. None expected him to wake up soon after practically turning into an evil ghost.
Yet, their astonished faces rapidly shifted to worried ones as they bombarded him with questions.
"What were you doing, and why did you almost transform?" Arun asked, relieved to see his ntor back to normal and curious about his experience.
"Why did you refuse Morgane's treatnt? Things almost spiralled out of control here!" Shepard said, reproach filling his voice. After all, if not for the two boys buying ti, he would have obliterated his soul, ridding the world of a potential scourge before Adam recovered.
But before he could answer, Julius stepped forward, his face solemn and his back as straight as an arrow. Tears stread down his cheeks, glistening in the dim light. Then, with trembling lips, he finally spoke.
"Promise you won't return to that place!" He started. The fears and sadness he bottled to confront Shepard and focus on helping his big brother raging in his mind. "Do you know how I feel when you vanish for days and return in a terrible state? This ti, you even almost turned evil!" He continued, yelling, his voice echoing his emotions.
Everyone froze upon hearing the calm boy's outburst, understanding it wasn't the first ti sothing similar happened. Yet, disbelief covered their faces as they heard the ghost answer words they didn't think he knew.
"I promise. Sorry, Julius and... thank you."
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