There I was, dreading the evolution choices I had. By now it was obvious this whole book mimic existence was engineered by Loki. I feared what would happen if Mom hadn't agreed to do this job of his. No, before that. Even the [Lost Sage's Insatiable Journal], the cursed book that swallowed Raina, was his idea.
In for a copper, in for a gold. Is that the correct saying? Anyway, what did I have to lose?
[Administrator's Red Phone]
Call start
Tuisto: What is the ergency?
Matriarch: Oh, the curse really was lifted.
Tuisto: Why wouldn't it be? It's a System curse.
Matriarch: Anyway, it was my lesser, cursed self who initiated the call. Netherbane has a ssage for the Administrators. Especially Mr. L.
Tuisto: Go on. This call may be recorded for training purposes.
Matriarch: Ba dum tss. Dad jokes. Never gets old. In any case, Netherbane wants a good evolution. They think they went down the cursed book route, now it's ti for the redemption arc.
Tuisto: I'll convey that to Loki.
Call End.
The curse took over again. Though Mom left so scribbles on my pages, proof it could be used to unlock my full mories and leave so hints behind. Tuisto wouldn't like abusing the Perk like that but hey. They couldn't even remove the Perk now. Because I had a Perk that blocked them from ssing with my (Unique) and (Combined) Perks. All because nobody trusted anyone enough to toss the other one around.
One, in particular, struck .
"It's okay to look at the evolutions now. I doubt they won't grant our wish."
So I did. I pulled the Rank-Up nu, which told I needed to evolve to rank up.
> You reached the limit for this form and must evolve to continue to grow. Select an evolution.
Then it led to the evolution choices. This ti, I had dozens. One for each elental affinity, one who made a book where any na which was written on would kill the person and doom the user into becoming an edgelord, one called, "The Grasshopper Lied Heavily" which I had no idea why made it to the list, the "Rideshare Driver's Guide to the Galaxy" which I knew what it was parodying, and so on. Dozens of evolutions.
Finally, in the end, I found it.
Requirents:
Directly wielded the Matriarch Divine Magic
Has a Magic score of 448, no more, no less
Begged the System Administrators for it
Is a book mimic subspecies
Is also a munchkin, a crybaby, and a dilly-dallier.
Is a freaking simp for their own wife.
Will say "I'm Loki's bitch" out loud in the next five seconds or lose this evolution choice.
What the hell? "Why do I have to say I'm soone's Bitch? It's not even true! And you know I can't say that na out loud!" I said out loud. "And at least Wyxnos was indirectly passive-aggressive. Geez, how far have we sunk."
> For being a smartass, you earned 1 Experience Point. You are learning.
Before any more practical jokes, I slamd yes on the evolution choice.
Malefimimic (unique) -> Autobiographical Scriptures of the Matriarch (unique)
Bound with dragon leather, moistened with bitch tears, and clad in the purest Truesilver corner protectors, The one and only officially sanctioned book that describes all the holy deeds of the Matriarch. A to most holy, a [Saintess] in paper form, ready to deliver salvation and damnation upon the world at Her whimsical commands. All who read its pages shall understand the true righteousness of the Matriarch and also her utter lack of sexual morals. May the iniquitous shudder and hide from her Light. May those who truly tread the holy path of self-discovery and debauchery gain a brand-new [Pódi Deluxe].
What did I say about practical jokes? Honestly, I wished to not pick any of these evolutions and just go cry in a corner. The last sentence had very, very worried. I had not much choice in the matter. I slamd "yes" on this evolution.
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> Starting evolution. You will be unconscious during the process.
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You evolved into an Autobiographical Scriptures of the Matriarch (base). Your level has been reset to zero. This is a final evolution.
Your remaining Exp after evolution was divided by 1,000,000.
You gain,
1 Attribute point at every level.
1 to all Attributes every 5 levels.
1 Perk every 2 levels.
5 HP and Energy per level.
You gained the Perk, Divinity Pool (unique): Ascension rejected, you chose to forevermore remain in between a mortal and a true deity. So be it. But the touch of Divinity, the holy spark you absorbed and lded with your Soul is undeniable. You have 1 base point of Divinity and now have access to the GP pool even when not close to your [Wisp of Creation], for good or bad.
You gained the Perk, Self-Biography (unique): Your own pages update automatically as a journal at the end of every day or when you die. This Perk cannot be suppressed.
You gained the title [Holy Scriptures of the Matriarch]. This title can only be used in book form.
Before I delved into the Perks and spent my Exp blazing through the base levels and into the first rank up, I took a look at myself. My cover was now bound in red dragon leather, perfectly tanned. Enough Truesilver to make Baritono the Dwarf have a heart attack covered my eight corners. The Truesilver shed light but I could control its brightness. The color of the leather too. I changed it to white. On the front cover, only the Matriarch's holy symbol. I was about two feet tall by one and a half wide and four inches thick. No way Barbara would carry casually now if I didn't shrink myself.
I also noticed that most of my inner pages couldn't be changed. The first half of them was the Matriarch's "autobiography", a re-telling of her lives so far. Oh, well. I had [Cursed Words] still, and nobody could read that without my permission.
The GP pool was minuscule. With only 1 base point and no way in sight to gain more, it was based on Faith and amounted to 1004 points because half of every other Attribute contributed to it. No regeneration. I guess I would need to steal Divinity from moon rocks to fill that but I wouldn't leak those over ti like before.
Attributes above the cap withheld.
You gained the Perk, Surpasser CXV. Increase your Attribute caps by 1,150%. You gain 115 Attribute Points over 20 levels.
Bloody damn it! I forgot about the lowered Attribute caps. Last evolution, they weren't high enough to warrant it. Three hundred points, mostly from Magic, are gone. I needed to fix this, ASAP.
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I rushed to et Barbara. When I an rushed, I ant floating on the [Lost Sage Encyclopedia], using the most complete repository of knowledge in this world as a floating platform. Talk about the [Archmage] who used (Unique) artifacts as paperweights. Or a Goddess who forgot a dead Lich's vessel in a dungeon.
I happily sent her.
Barbara dropped her work and rushed out of the lab. She gasped as she saw my new and improved shape, "Nethe! You are so big now!"
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