[The Supre Talent Rebate Record]
From an age before ti, when even the supre concepts of reality, space, and eternity had yet to take form, there existed only the primordial fiend celestials. Among them, the @£#&’ of Lust reigned unbound, weaving strength and desire into one. The Rebate Record, born from that era, now stirs once more.
By imbuing your seed with a talent and planting it within one deed worthy of the @£#&’ of Lust’s gaze, you inscribe that talent upon their existence. In return, the Record awakens, rebating the offering with a talent magnified between two- to ten-thousandfold.
[Monthly slots: 1/1]
***
"Huh? Wait, this can’t be all of it...there has to be sothing I’m missing," Aurelian breathed, his eyes glued to the hovering notification blinking before him.
T-this... it was too good to be true. By imbuing his seed with a talent and shooting it into a figure of choice, he could trigger a rebate from 2 to 10,000?
Aurelian mused, spiraling deeper into thought, and as he did, his body lit up in a resplendent dark light, stretching across his fra and bathing the dungeon walls with a splendiferous glow as the record fully awakened deep within him. Slowly, a monstrous aura rippled out for the briefest mont, almost giving the illusion he had truly surpassed the concepts of ti, space, and reality.
As the light swelled, the dungeon floor cracked into spiderweb fractures, sweeping out in a thousand-ter radius as the ground caved in as if in worship of a supre celestial.
Then ca the runes, glyphs, and mystic intricate patterns laced with a plethora of auras—so divine, so corrupt, and others pure untainted essence. They flooded into him, reforging his body to house them before slowly rging with his flesh.
Before he could even try to grasp the changes, a booming ripple exploded in the depths of his mind, sending him reeling back, collapsing to one knee as streams of information flooded his brain, searing details of the Rebate Record.
With his growing soul power, he tried sothing new. Closing his eyes, he funneled all his focus into the supre record’s rging, trying to glimpse the other side of its origin.
The very thought was insane, but once it took root, he was unable to shake it off. He poured all his attention into the record, only for his attempts to be t with failure, blocked by so invisible barrier.
Yet, as the record neared completion, it flickered montarily, allowing him to steal a glimpse— and that was enough to fuck him up.
Almost instantly, a world of pain surged across his mind, eliciting a groan of raw agony as he curled his fingers.
"I just had to look, didn’t I?" he hissed between clenched teeth, cursing his curiosity as warm liquid trickled from his eyes.
Even as he keeled over, the glimpse replayed itself in the back of his mind, spinning out of control before suddenly clicking.
Visions of a supre figure flooded his mind, wielding power beyond imagination, yet sothing about it stirred a primal terror. As the images overlapped, the figure grew more familiar, until finally it dissolved into light, as if fleeing sothing.
Sothing that felt as though it was coming for him. A looming terror, buried in the folds of space itself, seed to stare straight at him. Then, rcifully, the vision ended.
He collapsed to the ground, breath hitching, the blood seeping from his eyes drying as the surging vitality within him erased every wound. But the unease didn’t vanish.
"Sothing is wrong. I can feel it," Aurelian muttered softly. "Who was that figure I just saw? Why did he feel strangely familiar? Why was I afraid? Why do I feel there’s sothing wrong I can’t figure out?"
He frowned, rembering the figure lurking in the depths of his soul, the one who had promised to awaken once he crossed into SSS-rank.
"I need answers," Aurelian growled, pushing himself up. And he was going to get them soon. He had to push harder on his level. He was already far higher than his peers, but clearly, much more was needed.
He drew in a long breath, steadying himself, before a smile tugged at his lips as another notification appeared.
[Ding! Congratulations to the @£#&’ of Lust! The Supre Talent Rebate Record has fully awakened!]
"Good, good, good," Aurelian nodded repeatedly. To confirm a theory, he activated his taphysical Vision. His eyes lit up in a swirling crimson-and-abyssal vortex as he scanned his body. A grin cracked his lips.
"I was right," he murmured. Instead of glowing orbs, three black holes churned in the depths of his chest. "Every supre record manifests a black hole."
Did they have a function he wasn’t aware of? He mused, racking his brain, then shook his head helplessly. He was walking a path without precedent, he’d be forging it step by step.
Amusent tugged at him. With a flick of his wrist, the blades hovering beside him exploded into balls of light before surging back into his body. He turned his gaze to the dungeon once more.
Taking in the aftermath of his awakening, he inhaled sharply. The destruction he was unleashing was escalating dramatically. His eyes swept over to the pile of treasure stacked to one side and a swirling green portal at the far end.
It was ti to make his exit, and put this newly awakened record to use.
But first, he whispered, "Supre Records. Let’s see how much I’ve grown."
The sterile blue notification screen popped up before him.
***
Supre Records
Na: Aurelian Draegor
Title: The @£#&’ of Lust
Class: The Classless One
Talents: [Peak S-rank — Embers of Illusory Spectral Death, C-rank Iron Skin]
Level 34 (70,000 / 130,000 Dungeon Points)
Rank: E
Attributes
Strength: 100
Agility: 100
Endurance: 100
Constitution: 100
Charisma: 100
Intelligence: 100
Willpower: 100
Toughness: 100
Mana: 100/100
Luck: Null
Unallocated Attribute Points: 18
Supre Records
First Record: Talent Replication (Weekly Slots: 3/4)
Second Record: Talent rging (Weekly Slots: 3/4)
Third Record: Talent Rebate (Monthly Slots: 1/1)
The Supre Records will evolve as the @£#&’ of Lust grows in power. More records will awaken once your mortal vessel grows strong enough to house them.
***
"Not bad," Aurelian murmured, drinking in the changes. His Embers of Illusory Spectral Death had advanced to Peak S-rank—credit, he realized, due to the Infinite Mana Pathways.
Apart from the newly awakened record standing out with its monthly slot, everything else was just as he’d expected.
"Well, that’s it," he muttered, approaching the swirling green portal. With a flick of his wrist, the pile of loot was swept into his interdinsional spatial storage ring.
As he stepped forward, a single thought echoed at the back of his mind.
"Why the fuck didn’t that damned Mutant Sli King drop loot!?"
Suppose you managed to break my heart even in death.
He sighed, and vanished into the portal.
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