232: B3: C22: Second Class Advancent 2
Zarian felt a little guilty that he had it easier compared to Naomi.
Yeah, he’d done incredible things the past year. He’d taken on unique challenges that few could handle. He’d broken his brain that one ti, after all.
But he was a recipient of ultra god nepotism, while Naomi would have to work thrice as hard if she wanted to stay competitive. That dream of hers – to beco stronger than ‘all of him’ – seed to grow more distant as he advanced further.
It’s not too bad yet. She has a uniquely powerful Second Ignition, far more powerful than it should be. She could probably fight my wizard magic and quarter percent darkness together with her Second Ignition. Maybe even up to one percent darkness.
Setting aside Naomi’s troubles, Zarian looked over his top five options again.
Cosmic Warlock sounded badass and ca with one mythical trait. That trait had to give sothing significant that would change up things for him. Would he get access to the high level magic of Hidden Hell for more cosmic power? He did have a new mythical trait called Devil’s Bane, after all.
Darkness Cultivator was tempting. He could use the next one hundred levels to cultivate Overwhelming Darkness more effectively. Then he could switch back to a wizard class at Level 200. He imagined the legendary trait and four skill choices would help him deal with that big cosmic doomsday device even better as a Darkness Cultivator.
Void Sorcerer sounded like it would make his void spells even more problematic for his enemies. The mythical trait and 4 Wonder would be ridiculously OP for Zarian if he wanted to lean further in that direction. It almost felt like the best choice, based on how he used Void Authority and Void Layer in combination with other spells. Para thought of it as a strong choice as well.
Grand Magician made the cut for offering three high-quality traits and a choice of two skills. It wasn’t the most exciting choice, but it was better than most other options. Being called a mythical Grand Magician had so fun whimsy to it. Though it was still bottom of the running compared to the more interesting choices of the five.
Then there was the Conquest Wizard.
This one was weird.
It had the most appropriate na out of all of them, since Zarian had a tendency to conquer. It stuck to the wizard the, too.
However, this was the first class choice to offer a way to advance a trait, especially one that had restrictions. Zarian had tried to upgrade Overpower before with a trait upgrade reward, and it didn’t work.
Yet, with this class, it would advance. And he would get a skill called Lion Prince, which sounded quirky to him. Last, he would have 4 stats on Willpower alone, which was strangely lopsided for his type of build.
None of that was exactly a bad thing.
Advancing the Overpower trait would be an imnse upgrade overall. Lion Prince was a quirky mystery that might work out in his favor even if it was off-ta. The heavy growth in Willpower would make his Parasite Cloak 3 even stronger.
Granted, Conquest Wizard would still be a weird choice.
“Any last thoughts?” Zarian asked.
“Let’s be cultivators together.” Naomi chuckled darkly.
“I want to move on, honestly. Just choose sothing, dammit,” Gilbert grumbled.
“I still want the Wizard Knight option,” Bianca admitted.
“Void Sorcerer,” Hannah said. “The Advanced Grimoire of the Voidling Exile 2 is your most versatile and integral book of spells. Having a mythical trait tailored for that and 4 Wonder would make you a greater monster of the void than you already are for the next one hundred levels. Maybe you could use your void magic more in Hidden Hell or any other realm that tries to punish you for it. That’s the best pick.”
“I agree with Hannah sowhat,” Foodie said.
“But?” Zarian asked.
His little daughter wrinkled her green nose. “You are more than the void, Father. You are not bound by ta and paraters. You are ultra, and you are a wizard, and because you are both, it would be weird to bind you in such a small way.”
“How would that bind him? He would have greater power over the void? We all know well enough that the void is powerful,” Hannah argued.
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Zarian gestured his hand in a so-so manner. “It gets hazy against warp magic and so other counterasures.”
“You have the Warp Adaptation trait,” Hannah pointed out. “Forgive for being insistent, but Void Sorcerer screams out to as the best choice.”
“Hannah, you’re acting like . I wanted Wizard Knight for Zarian, but that wasn’t honestly best for him,” Bianca said brightly.
Hannah gawked. “No, I’m not like you! Wizard Knight is illogical. Void Sorcerer is logical!”
Bianca laughed. “We are the sa!”
“No!”
Zarian let out a soft snort. He waited for soone else to speak up for a final opinion.
“What feels right to you, Zarian?” Para asked from the cloak. “Trust your instincts. You alone would know. Do what you must.”
That was that.
Zarian looked down at his marriage ring. Then he made his choice.
He smiled, feeling the magic of the Star System funneling into him. The radical update to his profile runes ca into effect.
He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. The sound of breaking waves reached his ears. Warm, powdery sand caressed his feet.
Wait.
Waves?
Sand?
Zarian nearly scread. His eyes ripped open. He expected to see South Beach and thousands of tourists passing by him without a care for the holess veteran among them.
He didn’t see that. Before he truly saw, he heard.
“Do not fret, my child.”
A feminine voice that was everything aningful, massive, maternal, and monstrous struck him.
Her voice was like a waterfall of ambrosia and a rainbow inside a thunderstorm. Her voice was a tsunami of legendary proportions that was hitting with a soft splash. Her voice made him feel lancholy like no other, to a degree that made Shadowfell’s mannerisms seem as bright as a solar flare.
Zarian looked out toward a world of ocean, wind, and sand. Gray hues, light and dark, took over all colors. He was not where he belonged. He was sowhere else that didn’t exist on the cosmic rules he knew.
Still, the reality here seed real enough. He even heard the rustle of jungle leaves behind him as an oceanic wind blew past. He still felt the soft grip of the sand beneath him.
There was sothing fuzzy and incomprehensible to his right. It existed in his peripherals, and the instinct to look at it head on slamd into a wall of dread he’d never felt before.
He didn’t want to look at the thing. But his curiosity kept urging him to get past the wall of dread and see.
“Please, don’t. You mustn’t look. Or you will die. And everyone you know along with the section of the Verse we sent you will die.”
Her voice was the song of a cosmic mountain that could endure the end of ti. Her voice was lightning caught in a trillion bottles all at once.
“Why?” Zarian asked hoarsely as another wave splashed up onto the beach.
“I am the Biggest, and I must remain outside of your full awareness. And you must remain outside of my awareness as well. Once I beco aware to a certain degree, you and all that is around you will die.”
Her voice was the beginning and the end and the beginning and the end and the beginning.
“How?” Zarian said, the palm leaves rustling so more.
“Because I am a monster. And a majority of your woes co from . And it is quite unfortunate, but I am glad you are still trying despite whatever past failures you’ve suffered. I am glad my husband still loves despite the trouble I bring him, despite the burden I am to our family. So, forgive , child, for I must burden you so more. Please … tell about yourself.”
Her voice was a paradox.
“Wouldn’t that damn and where I exist?” he asked, the sand shifting a little under him.
“You aren’t exactly telling the real , but this tiny version of who can withhold so knowledge safely from the rest of . And yet, even that is dangerous, so you are right to be wary. But I can’t help but have so part of know. You are my family, and yet we cannot truly et because of my nature. Yet, I must ask you again for forgiveness, and to let have this pleasure of sothing of mine getting to know you even if I cannot truly know you.”
Her voice hurt him, but not in the physical sense, and not in any way he understood. Her voice tornted him with an unfathomable sadness. Again, Shadowfell couldn’t compare. Not yet, at least.
“Haven’t we t before? I’ve been through loops, right? I bet if I look at you, the Funnest can–”
“No, this is our first ti. And no, you cannot reverse the degree to which I can destroy a far lesser realm of existence. You shouldn’t even tempt such fate yourself, especially with our powers, the Funnest can only reverse so much. And if I were to let slip too much of , you will die for certain, and so will many others. Forever. So do not tempt this, fate, please. Do not look. I’m sorry.”
Her voice contained a darkness that made Zarian’s own darkness seem puny, like a grain of sand in the ocean. Her voice spoke of a truth that was undeniable to the Biggest Granmama.
Zarian choked on air sohow. He thought about her request for him to talk about himself and decided he would humor her.
Then she spoke again, out of turn.
“Oh, child, we are out of ti. There is so much I wish to hear from you. There is so much I wish to apologize for. I hope we can et again even when we cannot truly et. Be kind to the Funnest, for he is our hero in ways that should’ve broken him. Oh, and one more thing. Please protect what you care about most.”
Her voice was the end of an entire cosmos far bigger than the Star System and the many Systems beyond. Her voice was the killer of one reality that rose and died in the blink of an eye.
Then Zarian was on his knees, surrounded by tiny people with tiny voices in a tiny world made of sandcastles and ant holes. They were all infinitesimal compared to the Biggest and her cri for being too damn powerful.
And that cri was his cri. He could feel it in his tail bone.
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