Vincent awoke from a dreamlike state within his dream. A beautiful brown-haired woman with two massive horns held him as she shook him gently. He rembered the vague image of a male with crimson eyes, hair, stood beside her. His face filled with pride. He only saw them for a short ti before darkness returned.
His nose slt the soothing scent of earth and the breeze blowing through his hair like his mother's touch. 'Were those my mories or a dream of my deepest desire to find my actual parents...'
"Now isn't the ti for those thoughts… I'm inside the dungeon, for God's sake." Vincent said as his he tried to stand up. His body was stiff as he tried to loosen it with stretches.
Vincent could no longer feel Efrita and felt concerned. He checked the system. Now he couldn't summon her.
[Silvari - Level 6] [Cooldown 5 days]
[Efrita - Level 4] [Cooldown 7 days]
"Fuck!"
He kicked the ground in anger, causing a chunk of earth to fly into the distance. Vincent felt rage that he couldn't calm down, no matter how much he tried. 'First Silvari, now you… Don't you both know how much your presence reassured ? I went from a powerless, pathetic joke to soone who could fight and walk with his head held high... Both of you helped do that.'
"I can still fight alone! Will I grow as a person if I rely on you two for everything? No, a man!?"
Two won sat opposite each other, watching him on a large monitor. One wearing a crimson dress made of fla, the other in a tight pale blue fur robe made of ice.
"He truly is unrelenting... Let care for him like a cute little shota." The ice maiden spoke.
"Peh, what care? He's a real man. Look at his burning passion! That's my lord right there!" The fla spirit spat flas towards the ice maiden.
Vincent walked towards the exit portal. He was going to challenge the third level alone, without help. Two things were controlling his actions. His rage and desire to surpass his old weak self, not wanting to need those girls to press on.
My path cannot be that of a pure summoner. I have to advance, strengthen, improve! Or my fellow daemon princes will annihilate anyone I love.'
"I need to assess myself alone, without outside help. System, give a choice!"
His form morphed into his half-sin form. Vincent didn't realise. He was no longer using mana for his spells. Vincent had transford. Anima had replaced all of his mana without his knowledge. Soon he would be in the realms of perfection.
He was the first hybrid of spirit and daemon to exist. He didn't know how important his existence was. To his parents, he was their greatest miracle and most precious treasure. They sent him to this world to keep him safe from the enemies who were far beyond his current level.
The primal gods fused both devils from the abyss and demons, which created daemons. They created a race that could increase their strength without limits. Also able to create Anima as easily as they breathed. Only the gods possessed this talent.
The primal gods cursed daemons in a fit of rage at the cost of their power. No longer could any daemon use their own Anima to cast magic; they needed a dium from another race or aid. They had weak magical ability but bodies that could dominate.
The gods went silent that day. No longer getting involved in mortals lives.
Thus daemons tried to find a race that would help them create the perfect offspring. Humans didn't succeed, nor did the elves. In the end, they turned to spirits. Spirits could use Anima with perfect talent. They could not store the excess Anima for long periods of ti. Spirits used contracts and relics to help store and manage Anima. They built their own territories to have a constant flow.
This was why Efrita needed help when unleashing her Anima drive, and Silvari only needed his excess Anima to cast it.
[Host wishes to make a choice? This will be random. Are you sure?]
"Yes, hit with your best shot!"
His body entered the dungeon portal as he entered the third floor alone. They placed him in a castle like area with stone walls and statues of knights and kings. A large archway was in front of him, with two angel statues floating along the top. He could see humanoid enemies limping around with a slight shamble In the distance.
[Zombie - Level 8]
'Hmmm? Zombie, aren't they undead?' He thought. The mont as he began walking, the system finally gave him his choice.
[Demonic Choice]
[Leave dungeon and focus on training at the Academy]
[Or]
[Push through the third floor alone and seek to head even deeper before Silvari returns.]
Vincent didn't really care about these choices. It was obvious he would pick the second. He decided on the first one in his heart after making sure they didn't have a strange trick. 'I wonder what the reward will be.'
[Choice confird! Good luck, Vincent.]
A large flash of light blinded his eyes. He used his hands to cover his eyes to block the white light. An intense weight suddenly filled his hands. It had the cold feel of steel. If he didn't have over 10 strength, his arms would have likely snapped instantly.
His eyes opened to see a large black spear made of strange tal. The pole was over 150cm long with a 40cm dual spiked blade on the end with a crimson tint. The blade had a large snake body coiled around the pole. He felt a prick upon his finger before so kind of connection ford with this weapon. A bell like voice appeared inside his mind.
The voice didn't match the fierce killing weapon in his hand. Her soft-spoken, cute voice seed to be that of a teenage girl. She vibrated with joy in his hands before shrinking into a small red snake bracelet.
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