Chapter 126: Honesty
My goal here is to humanize Daniel and make him more relatable. Let know if it worked.
Yawm leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He rested his chin on his hands,
“Really now? Would you mind describing how you’ve been lying, though I may already have a general idea.”
I took a mont, my heart pounding in my chest. Thump, thump, thump, adrenaline flooded my system, my hands growing sweaty in seconds. I took a deep breath, let get control of myself. It amazed that a conversation like this had much more nervous than a battle to the death did.
That was the reality though as I continued,
“Alright, I guess I’ll start from the beginning. When a quarantine was issued for your visit to earth, no one on earth could leave. Your damn plague destroyed my hotown, and it killed my friends. In all likelihood, it killed my father too.”
Honestly, I could give a damn about my dad. I was trying to get so sympathy points however I could though.
Yawm tapped his hands together, “So you intended on killing for revenge then?”
I shook my hands, “No. Schema put out a mission for killing you. Your plague looked like it was going to destroy the damn world, and I couldn’t leave either. I didn’t have much of a choice but to accept. “
I raised up my hands in exasperation, “Here, I’ll give you so context. I was level, like, 100 when I accepted this mission. I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into.”
Yawm scoffed, but his expression didn’t change.
I pointed at him,
“You laugh now, but I worked my ass off to get to this level. It’s not easy making that happen in less than a year. I ran around the entirety of Springfield, clearing out your plague. It wasn’t until we t your followers that things got complicated.”
I lowered my hand, “After that, I had a training montage in a dessert rift. I even managed to finish off so of your followers after that. Before I killed any of them, they would deform into these disgusting eldritch. That’s the perspective I had going into eting you for the first ti.”
I leaned back in my chair, raising my hands again in exasperation,
“Ajax betrayed you. I didn’t kill him. He ca up with a plan where I would lie until I was strong enough to defeat you. That sure as hell worked. Yeah, I only need to gain about 10,000 more damn levels and learn to create gravitational singularities. Sing-u-fucking-varieties.”
I let my arms flop on the chair, my weight cracking them,
“This whole ti I’ve been bullshitting about how strong I was. Sure, I’ve got a few things going for , but I can’t beat soone who’s 10,000 levels over .”
I pressed a finger to my chest, “I was a normal guy a year ago. A normal, non monster eating guy. I have no idea why in the hell everyone thinks I’m able to kill a literal god.”
I shook my hands at Yawm, “That’s the thing. You fit the actual definition of a god, did you know that?” I raised a hand, counting on my fingers,
“Immortal? Check. Can destroy the world with ease? Check. Can control the weather? Of course you fucking can. Can evaporate my ass? With ease.”
At this point, I was entering full-on tirade mode. A lot of this had built up over the last few months, so let it out was liberating. Yawm had a way of making himself accessible to trust as well. Because of that, I couldn’t help but go on a tangent about everything.
Because of that, I leaned towards Yawm, “I live with a lich and remnant that are over a 1,000 years old. I am only eighteen years old. Why in the hell do they expect to be able to do a damn thing to you? Our plan was garbage, but I couldn’t think of any other way. I had zero options.”
I shook my head, laying back in my chair, “And now everybody is calling Harbinger and acting like I’m supposed to be able to do this shit.”
I moved both my hands to one side of , “Not only am I supposed to be a hardened war hero-” I moved my hands to my other side, “But I have to be a spy, craftsn, and god-slayer too. I stood up because no one else would, the whole ti my back against a wall. I never wanted to sign up for all this.”
I sighed. My throat was on fire like soone had made swallow a hot coal. It surprised how emotional I was being. I guess I was like this because Yawm wasn’t relying on to make so miracle happen.
Riding on those emotions, I continued, “And I failed…I failed man. I tried so hard for so damn long. I was a machine. So days I didn’t think I was even human. I sure as hell don’t think I’m human now though. There’s no question about it.”
My voice laced itself with venom, “No, I know I’m not anymore. I bleed silver blood. My skin and bones are tal. Monster’s don’t eat . I eat monsters.”
I gestured a hand to Yawm, “And look at what good that did . Now you’re going to wipe off the face of the earth. Pa-Blow, then I’m gone. Over two years living in hell disintegrated in an instant. All that hard work just gone. It’s a hard pill to swallow.”
I leaned my head down, holding in my tears with my artificially enhanced willpower. It was like I wanted to cry like a baby, but I couldn’t.
“Go ahead man, Do your worst. I’m done with all this lying. Right now, I’m just tired.”
A long silence stretched out. It was the kind of silence that was hollow and biting. It was like learning of so deep hurt that soone hid. I had no idea what Yawm was thinking about as I said it. Besides for that single scoff, he didn’t say a word or change his expression.
It was the weirdest damn thing. I just gushed out stuff I’d been holding in for months. I hoped it was because Yawm’s charisma was high. For so reason, I doubted that. Either way, I settled back into my chair, a sense of relief coming over . Even though I was probably going to die, at least I got all that off my chest.
Yawm sat back up. He laid his hands on the armrest of his chair with his back upright. He spoke,
“That was…uh, well, more than I anticipated hearing…Wow.”
I guess the stress got to or sothing, but I laughed. Yawm scratched the back of his head,
“I believed you were an agent sent by Schema or perhaps an avatar of an old one.”
I scratched the side of my face, “Well, I am…sort of. Etorhma sent to kill you. He didn’t give a damn thing to help with doing that though.”
Yawm’s eyes opened wide,
“Really now…That’s quite the predicant you’ve found yourself in then. It seems as though all these powerful forces around you are relying on you to fulfill so sort of preordained destiny. That sounds like quite the set of burdens for anyone, let alone an adolescent.”
Yawm leaned back in his chair, “How exactly did you strike with such force when we first t then?”
I sighed, “It was a bullshit perk.”
Yawm tapped his chin with a single finger, “And what about your mana regeneration? It’s far higher than my natural generation. There must be sothing to it.”
I shrugged, “Let’s just say I’m a regen specialist.”
“And your durability? I couldn’t seem to hurt you with my strikes unless I applied real force.”
I banged one of my shoulders, the clank of tal on tal coursing through the room.
“My armor is hard. That’s it.”
Yawm nodded. He snapped his fingers, calling Keeja into the room. Keeja walked inside, bringing us two more glasses of Yawm’s favorite tea.
“There are many more questions I’d like to ask if you have the endurance to answer them.”
I laughed, “If there’s one thing I have plenty of, it’s endurance.”
Once that was done, Yawm asked question after question. It was a mild mannered interrogation, his questions pointed but never probing too deep. I ended up describing how I grew up. I detailed how sinister Baldag-Ruhl was, keeping quiet about his runes. I explained the horrors of Yawm’s plague.
By the ti I finished, it was morning in Yawm’s personal rift. It was nice to tell him my story. Sothing about it was liberating, mainly when it was soone like Yawm. He had this way of listening that made open up. Once again, it was probably his charisma squeezing information out of . At this point, I was finding it hard to care.
At the sa ti, I kept the most critical and private details to myself. I wasn’t about to tell Yawm where Althea and the rest were. I also never told him about my arcane blood. I didn’t want to beco so sort of mana battery for him.
Once I finished discussing everything, Yawm stood up from his chair. He opened a palm towards the doorway,
“If you wouldn’t mind waiting, I need so ti to decide what to think of all this.”
I nodded, “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind. If anything, take your ti.”
I walked out of his room, closing his ice door behind . I had no idea what was going to happen. I could try and run, but I doubted that would work very well. In the end, Ajax could always warp out at so point.
In a way, I hadn’t failed. I stopped Yawm from spreading his plague across the world. He hadn’t destroyed everything or tore everyone apart just yet. That was the entire point of this venture. Now that I knew Yawm, I understood just how impossible it was to push him into a different dinsion.
Ajax was suicidal if he thought I was going to pull off sothing like that. I an I tried. I gave it my best effort, but it wasn’t enough. Yawm wasn’t just dominant, he was smart too. It wasn’t all over just yet though, so I walked back towards my room.
Once there, I opened my status screen. I sent out a ssage to Torix, Althea, Hod, and even Kessiah. It let them know that the situation might devolve soon and that I might need Ajax to take out of here. After finishing that, I focused on doing what I could at that mont.
I had two options. One was to try and improve my current rendition of my cipher. In my opinion, that wasn’t likely to give imdiate returns. Instead, I had a different plan. It was oriented around a part of my legendary skill, Force of Nature. One line of its description ntioned that it could improve my current skills.
It’s why my unique skill Overwhelming Pressure was so good. It used to be called Overwhelming Presence. In that form, it helped intimidate people and monsters alike. After Force of Nature amplified the skill, Overwhelming Pressure allowed to disperse my weight out into an aura.
Considering I sunk into the ground otherwise, it was crucial for my build. Just like that ability, I had plenty of other skills with each of them having room for improvent. It seed like an easy way to get a power boost for now.
After mixing the skills, I would focus on re-writing the cipher on my arm. My writing of the language improved. That ant I might make improvents in my inscriptions that are aningful. With this plan in mind, I looked down a list of my unique skills.
The first in line for improvent was Tactile Cognition. I used that skill all the ti, and improving it in any way would be amazing. Being mindful of that, I reached out with the ability. I sensed through the walls, using subtle shifts in temperature and wind to scope out my surroundings.
Once fully extended, I focused on Force of Nature. It was a passive bonus essentially, not needing activation or sothing of the sort. If I kept Tactile Cognition active while training Force of Nature, it might organically evolve the skill.
With this theory in tow, I went through my fighting stance. I shifted and moved on my feet, molding gravity and using telekinesis as if I were breathing. I kept at this process, moving faster and faster. After about an hour of trying this out, I got the notification I was looking for.
Unique skill Upgraded! Tactile Cognition is augnted with your legendary skill, Force of Nature. This converts Tactile Cognition into Restless Senses. Restless Senses retains the sa skill value as Tactile Cognition.
Restless Senses(lvl 52) – Many lower their guard given ti. Your senses won’t allow you to lower yours. Increases the passive perception of your senses. The effect increases with level.
I had a mini celebration before looking around and trying to discover the difference in the skill. I couldn’t actually figure it out at first. When I stopped working to activate it, the sense of awareness didn’t go away. I could still sense the hallways, the marine life outside my room, even the breathing of Amara in the room beside .
It would take a while before I got used to this feeling, but it was a fantastic bonus in the long run. Sure, I wouldn’t be able to sleep in any raunchy motels ever again, but I wouldn’t be killed in while unaware either. It could be worse.
With that in mind, I looked at my next skill in line, Gravitational Flux. This was the unique skill that I used to enhance my movents while fighting. If I could fuse it with Force of Nature, it would make the skill infinitely more natural to use at the very least. Understanding that, I trained the sa motions as before but this ti while using Gravitational Flux.
This skill was much newer than my other ability, so I figured it would take longer to enhance with Force of Nature. Still, it was sothing worth doing in the long run, so I grinded the skill out. It was awkward at first, juggling gravity and antigravity into my usual fighting style. On more straightforward maneuvers it wasn’t that hard. As the complexity ramped up, it beca arduous, however.
It was like wearing a combat exoskeleton if that made any sense. The chanic apparatus of a combat exoskeleton helped with moving. The gravity and antigravity streams were the sa way. The critical difference was that I made those streams as I went. I couldn’t leave it up to so suit I was wearing.
After several hours of working with the skill, I discovered why the skill wasn’t being improved yet. I wasn’t even thinking of using them against an enemy. Even when I sparred against Yawm, all my focus was on using gravity to help move. It was like I was using half of the skill’s potential in a way. Since that was the case, I relied on an old skill form long ago – Shadow Boxing.
It’s a ti-tested ability I used to ramp up my skills when the system started. As the enemies beca less and less human though, it beca a damn hard thing to keep using. In this case, I could get an idea of how to use the skill against a person. After mastering it against that kind of opponent, I would apply what I learned from different opponents.
Before doing that, I sat down on my bed and opened my dinsional storage. I pulled out one of Torix’s rations, a reddish, milky liquid, and poured it down my throat. It went down like chugging a dozen raw eggs.
I shook my head, shaking off the disgust before standing back up. I spent the next few hours honing in on disrupting an opponent while helping my own movents. As I suspected, this wasn’t the kind of skill I would gain over the course of a day, however. It would take ti which was sothing I didn’t have at the mont.
Instead of panicking though, I pushed all my doubts and anxiety out. Yeah, I wanted to sit down and cry myself a river. I chose not to. Sothing I learned a long ti ago was that crying was like throwing myself a pity party. I was the only one showing up, and I was the only one who cared about it too. In other words, it was a waste of ti.
So I kept on the grind, honing in on disruption. I got a few tricks as I went. One of them was what I called a gravity press. I would use a skill called mana press that extended the effect of spells in a particular area. By using that in conjunction with a gravity well, I could snap streams of gravity onto an opponent. These would pull them in different directions, throwing them off balance.
Another useful tactic involved telekinesis. A lot of my telekinesis was like hitting transparent plates. I struck one plate and a different plate sowhere else would be shot forward. In this case, I incorporated my footsteps as disrupting tools. I transferred the kinetic force of my stomping feet into confusing pushes against my opponent.
This is how I thought about it. Imagine stomping your feet on a glass floor. If I stomped on a glass floor, it wouldn’t crack because that energy was transferred into my opponent’s face. It was a lot like what I used to bounce across the deserts of Hod’s howorld, just adapted to fighting.
I gained dozens of other little tricks on top of those techniques too. I incorporated them into my style as I went. By the ti it, my imaginary opponent would be jerked around like nobody’s business. That’s when I got my second notification from that training session.
Unique skill Upgraded! Gravitational Flux is now augnted with your legendary skill, Force of Nature. This converts Gravitational Flux into Kinetic Leviathan. Kinetic Leviathan retains the sa skill value as Gravitational Flux.
Kinetic Leviathan(lvl 36) – By manipulating the latent energy in the physical world, you conquer your foes and your movent. 36% to ease of using gravity and antigravity. 36% to use of gravity and antigravity to manipulate opponents.
After the notification appeared, all the extra tricks with gravity and telekinesis beca easier. If anything, I expected so enormous increase in the skill considering the na. I an Kinetic Leviathan sounded like a mythical or legendary skill. It was strong still though. Either way, I’d have to wait until I was in combat before I could see its full effectiveness.
With that handled, I hod in on the last unique skill I intended on improving, Gorger of Mana. It was a powerful skill, allowing to drain the mana of foes if I could dig my armor into them. Enhancing that skill may even let strengthen Event Horizon or squeeze more mana from my enemies. Either of those effects bolstered my growth, so I brainstord a few ways of gaining the skill.
That’s when an obvious idea popped into my head. There was plenty of eldritch right outside that I could practice my ability with. I just needed to ask Yawm if that was ok. It could be super awkward, but that wasn’t going to get in the way of my power boost.
So I walked out of my room. As I opened the pale blue handle of my room’s door, Keeja’s stood in front of with one hand prid to knock. Keeja’s expressionless eyes t mine. He gestured down the hallway. I took a step back, giving the creepy and wiry creature so space.
Keeja gave a short bow, pointing towards the hallway. I followed. We walked through the icy corridors, the view of the underground lake no longer amazes . It had beco a part of life here. As we walked, I preemptively prepared a ssage towards Torix and company about getting the fuck out of here.
I would ntally send the ssage at a mont’s notice. As I finished the note, we reached Yawm’s study. Keeja knocked on the door,
“Master?”
Yawm’s voice muffled through the door,
“You may co in.”
Keeja opened the doorway, showing Yawm hunched over a plate of marble. On it was many elaborate markings of the cipher. Yawm walked out from behind his desk, unlatching a wooden bridge connecting two sides of it. He lowered the wooden entrance, walking up towards . Once there, he motioned for Keeja to leave.
With the sll of yellowed paper and powdered stone in the air, Yawm turned one his massive palms to ,
“Hello, Harbinger. It’s good to see that anxiety didn’t eat you alive.”
I shrugged, “I’m not one to worry.”
Yawm nodded, “Neither am I. I did, however, dwell on what you said yesterday. It seems as though you’ve been placed in an uneasy position. I can offer you a way out as I still believe that we can coexist.”
I frowned, “I’m just being honest here, but how in the hell do our goals align? Mine was to kill you.”
Yawm laughed, “Hah, I admire your candid manner of speaking. It’s refreshing. You’ve got an equally blunt manner of being, both honest and direct. Besides for the lies about your strength and origin of course. Besides for that hiccup, that directness is why I think we can co to a compromise.”
He walked towards a window, facing outside. He stood there for a mont, debating with himself. He laid a hand on a panel of pale ice,
“Do you know what I thought when Amara said you were level 3,000?”
I shrugged, “Probably sothing along the lines of, ‘This piece of shit thought he pulled one over on .’”
Yawm laughed again, “Hah, hah. Your sense of humor is better when you’re honest.”
Yawm gazed out into the distance, “I was thinking about your future. Your abilities are far beyond any other level 3,000 being I’ve ever t, eldritch or otherwise. I couldn’t help but imagine you as a fully leveled with knowledge of the cipher in tow. You would be a fearso sight to anyone or anything, even Schema or perhaps the Old Ones.”
He turned towards ,
“I fear what you may beco as well, yet there is an excitent in as well. You ntioned much of your journey to yesterday. As a warrior, you took a road less traveled. You were brutal, efficient, and violent with crushing your foes. Unfortunately, I am one of those foes.”
Yawm opened both his hands outwards, “Surely you understand why I am uneasy with letting you leave here unscathed? You will grow into soone I need to be wary of. To let you live is a risk, a dire one.”
I was so close to sending my ssage to Althea and the others. So damn close.
Yawm let his arms flop against his sides, “Yet we aren’t enemies by your choosing. There is no hatred in you towards . By taking that creature from my back, I regained my old self. You saved my life. That proved to that you are no pawn of Schemas. You even knew the cipher before we t. That results in exile.”
Yawm shook his head, “No, that isn’t what you intended. Our problem is that you cannot live as you choose too because Schema is forcing you down a path that isn’t your own. You have as much a reason as anyone to hate him.”
Yawm walked back towards , “I empathize with your predicant as you may imagine. The issue is that I too have my own goals and aspirations. After thinking about the issue, I ca to a conclusion.”
Yawm lifted the marble plate beside him, “It’s this marble plate. It will allow us to function as two independent entities and help one another until we no longer need each other. At that point, we may part ways as equals.”
I frowned, “It’s gotta be more than just a marble plate.”
Yawm clicked his fingers, forming a table of ice between us.
“It’s not a chunk of stone.”
Yawm placed the marble on the table, turning the inscriptions towards ,
“It’s a contract.”
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