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The Oracle

The Thirteenth day

Zero purchased a long curved sword, a right hand gauntlet and a storage pouch from the Monolith. He stored the arcana cards and the weapons with supplies in it.

Inside Adam's room, A dark crystal shaped into an helmet with amorphous golden lines running along its length and breadth like arteries and veins rested on a clean metal tabletop. The lines throbbed and pulsed like a living organism, scarily beautiful.

As Adam beheld his masterpiece, he almost couldn't turn his gaze away as it called to him to use it. It took a total of seven days to complete after he gained insight from the Soulcraft manual.

Although it looked unnecessary eye-catching, it could not be avoided as each golden line was a necessary pathway for the transformation of psychic energy. The design was meant to draw out the full potential of the materials used in it's construction. The dark crystal had a natural amplification and focus effect to those with mind related powers. The golden lines, a mixture of various rare allows and a soul essence crystal price at thirty essence points bestows an ungodly amount of control, the pattern they took transforms the psychic energy into an higher form. It was only natural that the range would be reduced.

Every day before and after training with Richard, he would work on it, sometimes foregoing food entirely.

His face looked gaunt and tired but easily fixed as the Monolith has a restoration. The cheapest most useful thing it had, ten basic points for a restoration.

He took the helmet and place it into a leather bag, securing it with a strap. Done with that, he brought a hardcover book closer to his front, adjusted his chair, flipped to the sixth page and started writing on it.

The Oracle... version 1.01.

Type...Helmet.

Abilities

Amplification…3x

Deep focus…

Kinetic armor...Passive

Note: 40% probability of breakdown after four overloads.

Overload starts at 90% capacity.

Once he wrote down the last sentence, he dragged himself off for a restoration.

He met the others crowded at the Monolith, probably getting last minute supplies as the Monolith already displayed a twelve hour countdown.

"Nice of you to show up newbie, ahhhh here for a restoration"

"Good mindset newbie, you just might survive this dive." Richard mentioned as he clapped Adam on the shoulder, he almost fell due to his fatigue and the larger man's weight.

Purchasing the restoration, Adam's situation simply changed, he looked well rested and fed at the same time. Then mentally asking for the mission update. He got the information quickly.

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Poiseed. A world of miracles and horrors, of tyrannical dictators and powerful sorcerers, of strange bizarre families and eldritch horrors. A world where gods are reared as cattles to be butchered. The language, culture and basic political knowledge was also part of the information.

There wasn't a grade on the world's difficulty but what he had seen from the information blew his mind, his thoughts about it being easy, even a little bit was gone now.

"Look at your face, scared now? At least it is no prime world."

A prime world always has reflections or shadows of itself, those are what are called alternate dimensions. If a prime worlds strength is graded as ten, then a first order reflection would be seven and a second order would be four, a third order would be one.

"You all should rest or make last minutes preparations, I have a feeling this dive would test our mental stability" Richard adviced as he spoke with experience.

Zero had a fitted trouser and a white baggy t-shirt on. A well crafted rectangular shaped pouch was secured on his upper thigh with leather straps, in it was the minor Arcana cards he didn't assume deeply. The pouch allowed for easy access to his tools.

"I'll get some shut eye then, lemme know when it's time," Zero said as he headed back to his door. Leaving the others to their plans and whatnot, he would sleep a bit, he had been missing out on it for sometime. Yan had long since left the rest at a point in time, probably showing up to look up on the world's information.

Zero purchased a long curved sword, a right hand gauntlet and a storage pouch from the Monolith. He stored the arcana cards and the weapons with supplies in it.

Inside Adam's room, A dark crystal shaped into an helmet with amorphous golden lines running along its length and breadth like arteries and veins rested on a clean metal tabletop. The lines throbbed and pulsed like a living organism, scarily beautiful.

As Adam beheld his masterpiece, he almost couldn't turn his gaze away as it called to him to use it. It took a total of seven days to complete after he gained insight from the Soulcraft manual.

Although it looked unnecessary eye-catching, it could not be avoided as each golden line was a necessary pathway for the transformation of psychic energy. The design was meant to draw out the full potential of the materials used in it's construction. The dark crystal had a natural amplification and focus effect to those with mind related powers. The golden lines, a mixture of various rare allows and a soul essence crystal price at thirty essence points bestows an ungodly amount of control, the pattern they took transforms the psychic energy into an higher form. It was only natural that the range would be reduced.

Every day before and after training with Richard, he would work on it, sometimes foregoing food entirely.

His face looked gaunt and tired but easily fixed as the Monolith has a restoration. The cheapest most useful thing it had, ten basic points for a restoration.

He took the helmet and place it into a leather bag, securing it with a strap. Done with that, he brought a hardcover book closer to his front, adjusted his chair, flipped to the sixth page and started writing on it.

The Oracle... version 1.01.

Type...Helmet.

Abilities

Amplification…3x

Deep focus…

Kinetic armor...Passive

Note: 40% probability of breakdown after four overloads.

Overload starts at 90% capacity.

Once he wrote down the last sentence, he dragged himself off for a restoration.

He met the others crowded at the Monolith, probably getting last minute supplies as the Monolith already displayed a twelve hour countdown.

"Nice of you to show up newbie, ahhhh here for a restoration"

"Good mindset newbie, you just might survive this dive." Richard mentioned as he clapped Adam on the shoulder, he almost fell due to his fatigue and the larger man's weight.

Purchasing the restoration, Adam's situation simply changed, he looked well rested and fed at the same time. Then mentally asking for the mission update. He got the information quickly.

Poised. A world of miracles and horrors, of tyrannical dictators and powerful sorcerers, of strange bizarre families and eldritch horrors. A world where gods are reared as cattles to be butchered. The language, culture and basic political knowledge was also part of the information.

There wasn't a grade on the world's difficulty but what he had seen from the information blew his mind, his thoughts about it being easy, even a little bit was gone now.

"Look at your face, scared now? At least it is no prime world."

A prime world always has reflections or shadows of itself, those are what are called alternate dimensions. If a prime worlds strength is graded as ten, then a first order reflection would be seven and a second order would be four, a third order would be one.

"You all should rest or make last minutes preparations, I have a feeling this dive would test our mental stability" Richard adviced as he spoke with experience.

Zero had a fitted trouser and a white baggy t-shirt on. A well crafted rectangular shaped pouch was secured on his upper thigh with leather straps, in it was the minor Arcana cards he didn't assume deeply. The pouch allowed for easy access to his tools.

"I'll get some shut eye then, lemme know when it's time," Zero said as he headed back to his door. Leaving the others to their plans and whatnot, he would sleep a bit, he had been missing out on it for sometime. Yan had long since left the rest at a point in time, probably showing up to lookup on the world's information.