Transcendence.
It was one of the special privileges, more commonly known as ’Traits’ of the Infinity.
As one of the many parts that shaped what ca to be known as the best creation of Lucian, Transcendence in itself fell nothing short of an overpowered trait. In fact, its full potential was well beyond even Lucian’s comprehension.
As its na suggested, Transcendence ant for one to have broken through the norms. The limits that others had proclaid as the pinnacle.
Only when one had broken through such a pinnacle could one truly beco a transcendent.
"That sure was the foundation of its idea, but it was later that I realized. If one were to truly gain the ability to break through the limits, how far could one go? Since talent, hard work, and, of course, even fate counted as nothing but limits—what was there that couldn’t be achieved by this trait?" Lucian muttered softly, pondering over his thoughts even as he reminisced about his previous discoveries.
It was indeed true. For a re one of the many traits of an elent of creation, its abilities were terrifying. But in reality, there was more to it than it seed.
Even Lucian was aware of that, but he didn’t bother worrying too much about it.
"Ti will unfold the truth on its own," he said poetically before diverting his mind completely off the topic.
"That aside, I didn’t expect things to turn this bad..."
Lucian’s eyes could not get off the razed ground, cracked roads, and giant rubble that once ca together as skyscrapers. It was all that was left of the world’s brightest city—Luminaris.
The sky retained its deep crimson hue, while the two moons only added more to the whole mystery.
Neither did he hear any sounds, nor did he feel any explosions. Then how could such a thing happen in this short ti?
"The only thing I have right now is this hoodie that’s missing one arm, normal shoes and pants, and well, this barely alive phone that’s been dead since the beginning."
Lucian strolled casually down the cracked footpath. Thinking about the dire tis, he had decided to get his hands on the most precious thing in an apocalypse—that was, food.
It was sothing that people, in these tis, would gladly kill for. It was only a matter of ti before it would be treated as a luxury.
"And if I can get control over its main source, I doubt I’ll starve to death." He raised his gaze and looked at the building ahead.
Its lights were shut, and the store sign that read "Supermarket" hung half loose in the air, creaking as if threatening to break any mont.
"System, pass the weapon selection box." He commanded calmly as his footsteps ca to a halt.
The system window, almost imdiately, materialized in front of his eyes.
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[The ’Novice Weapon Selection Box’ is in effect.]
[You may choose 1 weapon of your choice.]
[• Sword]
[• Spear]
[• Staff]
[• Gauntlet]
[• Daggers]
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"Hmm? So it’s not a literal box? Well, not that it matters honestly..." He muttered to himself. Then, he squinted his eyes for a bit and looked towards the building once again.
"Spear and staff are useless in close quarters." His gaze drifted below as he looked at his own physique, "and my physique is not built for sothing like a gauntlet."
"Swords and daggers are my only two options... Daggers can be hidden, but a sword will be much more powerful. Well, just for the sake of aesthetics, System, give the daggers." He commanded firmly.
The system window, upon hearing his choice, churned with a soft hum as a soft light pulsed through the screen.
Bright rays of light extended upwards as they converged together into a small orb of light. The orb then split into two and began to expand.
Within seconds, it took the shape of a pair of basic daggers—their design similar to that of small knives.
They weren’t extravagant, just cost-effective. Befitting of their na as "Novice."
The light then slowly began to dim, and the dark hue of the blades and the handles was revealed.
Both daggers floated, pointing at each other, as if waiting to be picked.
Lucian did not make them wait for long as he grabbed onto both daggers and fird his grip over their handles. Looking at their blade’s edge, he smiled.
For so reason, it seed like he was looking forward to using them. Whether for good or bad, only ti could tell.
"Well, ti to get to work." He humd softly as his feet, once again, began marching towards the supermarket. Unaware of the eyes that spied on him from the nearby shadows.
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