When dungeons started appearing all over the world, in what Alexis Dmitry calls the Second Irruption, it did not take long for humans to begin invading them. At the ti, for humans, Dungeons were just nests of creepy monsters, but soon they stopped being seen so simply and beca a kind of the second world, where anyone could start a second life.
As the generations went by, the Genes' abilities beca more powerful and the Panspermia Weapons. All the progress that could typically be discovered with the advance of chemistry, biology, mathematics, and other intelligence fields beca even slower than it should have been. Wars were fought, genocides happened, and humanity had been completely transford in just a few hundred years. Now people could fly, while others could sweep a village off the map with just one hand.
The Genes Abilities took human life to a level beyond anything imagined.
A well-known fact is that the more difficult high-level abilities have the downside that little detail is known about them, and consequently, the process of assimilating them is much more arduous. However, Luke had experience assimilating Skills without having any information, just focusing on the ntal image itself, so he thought it would be easy. Well... in the end, it wasn't easy at all.
No matter how focused he was, the half-wolf couldn't find a ntal image that wasn't ethereal, nothing stuck in his mind.
If the first stage of the assimilation process was so complicated, Luke didn't even want to imagine what the next one would be like, and this uncertainty devoured his focus like a hungry Goblorc.
Seeing Luke open his eyes and straighten his position for the tenth ti in the last five minutes, Alia decided that she needed to help, and it didn't matter what Luke would think of her.
" Once I helped a friend with the assimilation of a Legendary Skill, can I try it with you?"
Luke accepted Alia's help; after all, he wasn't making any progress by himself, and he didn't have weeks or days to stay in the Cardinal Church. If the woman couldn't help him, he knew he would need to try to assimilate only during his breaks in the trip.
When Luke accepted, Alia sat opposite him and instructed: "Close your eyes again."
Just then, Luke closed his eyes, leaving him again with the impression that he was alone in a hollow world.
"Now, think of past experiences that you believe directly interconnect to this mont, to this ability."
Gradually the half-wolf's subconscious began to recall old mories, while Alia's soft voice played the role of guiding Luke's thoughts, while not letting him lose focus. In a few minutes, Luke managed to fix an image in his mind, the image of a stopped clock. Even though the half-wolf tried hard to make the hands of the clock move, he could not.
After at least an hour focused on the image of that clock, Luke felt the tip of his tongue heat up and flicker as if he needed to say sothing, and like he already knew what he should do, Luke muttered:
"..."
Suddenly, the entire space around him turned gray. Alia's sea-blue eyes were stagnant, as was her pink mouth, and the whole environnt was like before, only with the sa grayish tone.
'What's going on? Why has everything stopped?' Luke wondered, noticing that Alia still had her mouth open and imdiately tried to stand up. However, Luke couldn't even move, because it felt like there was the weight of an entire world on his back.
Even so, the half-wolf didn't give up and tried countless tis to stand up, but each ti he ended up almost fainting from the effort. After a few minutes of noticing the black threads on Alia's head, Luke noticed that the world wasn't stopped, but that it was exorbitantly slower.
As soon as Luke deactivated the ability with his willpower, he felt tired like never before in his life.
To Alia, in the blink of an eye, the half-wolf was drenched in sweat and with a fretful countenance.
"Half-wolf, are you all right!" She asked, touching his shoulder.
"Don't call that; you can call Luke." He replied to the woman, a little breathless, but proud that he could assimilate the sensations of the Legendary Skill.
For Luke, it was undeniable that the was on a level far above his own; however, this did not discourage him because, at the ti, he felt that it was a skill with enormous potential and that he could not even imagine what it might be helpful.
When Luke started to put on his overcoat again, his stomach rumbling with hunger, he noticed that Alia was acting differently than before.
"What is wrong? Did I say sothing wrong? Don't feel obligated to call by my real na, I just thought it would be appropriate because you helped ."
"I-it's not that. It's just...you said your na is Luke Lange and that's the na of the man who is helping my friend on a mission."
Luke suddenly stopped putting on his overcoat. "Do you know Alexis, the woman with the little horns?"
Suddenly Alia's eyes sparkled, and she repeatedly nodded, with a much more exciting expression. "Uhum, Uhum!"
"Has she been around?" Luke questioned with a serious semblance, as he approached.
Alia was a little intimidated by the half-wolf's abrupt reaction and took a few steps back. "No, she hasn't been in this town for over two years..."
At that point, Luke cald down and put his thoughts in order. "Sigh... All right, thanks for everything, but I'm already leaving..."
"Wait! If you're not with Alexis, where is she?"
There was no way Luke wanted to alert the Cardinal Church that a Class-S rcenary was missing, so the half-wolf decided to lie. "Annn... The last ti we had contact, she said she was near Forge Hill."
"I see... well, when you see her again, tell her to co over here. We all miss her presence."
"I'll tell her that." Luke spoke, as he smoothed his heavy overcoat over his shoulders. "By the way, do you have a detailed map of the North to borrow? I realize my map is a little out of date."
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