Chapter 271
Mythic Level Class Creation- How to Steal the Limelight and Alienate Friends
Sigh.
This was not getting us anywhere, but Mallory was adamant to do things her way.
Slink, slice, blood-spray, spew out infected blood from the lips to breathe, then repeat.
Mallory was a machine, a relentless killing machine who was hellbent on achieving one goal, a goal that she apparently didn’t even want to speak about, lest it disappear like vapors.
That was why I had to sit here, well mostly float, as I watched wave after wave of monster get mowed down by Mallory and her Ephemeral Scythe.
“You done yet?” I asked, my voice echoing out over the rolling rainstorm that was pulling double duty, of both paralyzing the monsters infected with the Blight, while also purging the remnants of the Blight from the ground, making it airable and ready for use. Well, it would make these lands airable and ready for use with a few dense applications of this spell.
That said, this was not going to be as easy as we all hoped.
Or at least as easy as I hoped.
Judging by the way Mallory seemed to be flooding her body with different waves of Qi energy, it was clear that she was trying to get the illusory challenge of being the first to get Killing Intent.
While she didn’t say as much, it was clear from her actions and the way she occasionally flared flashes of bright red energy in her strikes that she was close, but she wasn’t quite close.
Meanwhile, Kujo used this moment to be a successful provider for his wife, as he kept reappearing and taking bodies of slain monsters away from here towards his self-contained cleaning chamber.
Every once in a while Kujo messes up and chooses one that could use a bit longer to be purged of the Blight.
SNAP!
That is when a quick echoing snap of my fingers, a quick shake of the head, and a point towards another body that has been here longer is given.
Kujo looked confused at first, but then seemed to shrug his shoulders as he went for the body I indicated and that was all.
Of course, Kujo and I were not the only ones to witness what was going on out here.
Penelope and Jhonny both eventually made their way in one of the highly durable combustion engine machines. Yeah, here I am so used to magic that I sound like a curmudgeon while talking about vehicles. Unfortunately, that was the actual name of the device, well the Highly Durable Magic-Fortified Combustion Engine Cruiser, to be exact.
Apparently, these developers suffer from similar limitations to what I do with my spells and names, as we always have to name things differently than previous iterations. Thus, the excessively long titles for what could best be described as an armored Model ‘T’ car, well if one stretched out a Model ‘T’ to be the size of a van and comprised of materials that didn’t degrade in the normally corrosive magical rains that I am unleashing on the area.
In addition to Jhonny and Penelope, there were of course the others that also decided to join.
“Everything okay?” Jhonny asked, his tone neutral but with a faint sense of nervousness to it, as it was clear he had been designated to wrangle either Mallory, or me, or both of us to go back to base.
“Sort of,” I answer, then make a point of looking at Mallory to indicate I thought she was the problem.
“Sort of?” He presses.
“Yes, sort of, we are fine. Mallory is out here relieving some pre-marital jitters and stress, while trying to unlock a taboo subject.” I respond, all but throwing Mallory under the bus.
“Taboo?” Penelope shoots in.
“Yep, she apparently wants to get her own world first announcement,” I reply.
“Wait, Mallory wants to get a world first announcement, right before the wedding?” Jhonny asks, so loudly that Mallory hesitates slightly with her attack.
It wasn’t much, just a slight hesitation that caused her to miss her easy death strike and ultimately forced her to weaver under and around three more enemy swipes, before another opening appeared, but Mallory eventually took the offered strike.
Slink.
A pulsing ephemeral blade cut through an enemy paw that flew off wildly into the wind, spraying cursed blood and viscera everywhere.
“Yep, also I really hope she wore her soul bound undergarments, otherwise the future king is in for one awkward conversation.” I respond.
Red flicker.
Hearing my comment she was close, but then quickly shook her head and went back to killing. Well the typical killing she had been doing this entire time, without any real changes to her approach.
“Oh, that would be bad,” Penelope said, as she understood that while the outer layer of clothing might automatically preserve itself due to the nature of all soulbound enchantments, if undergarments were not treated the same way, they could easily have blood and viscera stains on them, from stains that seeped through.
“Yep, but don’t worry, Mallory has a plan. She doesn’t need any advise or help from anyone of us.” I reply, making sure my voice is both loud enough to hear, and condescending enough to not be ignored.
Arcing slash, bisecting blow, death cleave.
So many different attacks went off all at once and still no real progress on the exact cause of why she was here.
“I take it, that you don’t think she will get whatever she is after?” Penelope asked, clearly able to infer that I was trying to goad Mallory in some way.
“Not in a week at this rate,” I respond.
“Well could you help her?” Jhonny asked, while scratching the back of his head, it was clear he didn’t want to be in this conversation, but as my assigned bodyguard he would be forced to be here until I left. And right now, I obviously wouldn’t leave until after Mallory left.
“Of course, I could. She has already felt the flashes of insight, but every time she does feel the flashes, she fights back against them.” I respond, stating the truth.
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Hearing that Mallory pauses for half a second, but then quickly goes back to her ruthless slaughter.
“Well, what would you do, if you were allowed to help her?” Jhonny asked, clearly trying to push this observation along.
“I would…” I begin, but am immediately cut off by Penelope, who just noticed the ultimate intruder to the area.
“Oh, look, it’s the Pomeranians!” Penelope cooed out, as she saw the multi-colored guardians of the area who for whatever reason all chose to be in their smaller Pomeranian forms, versus their natural dragon forms. Well all but the annoying one, who was permanently turned into a Pomeranian with the ability to transfer to a dragon.
And no, after the one warning from the system about that being Necromancy, and a few other hints, I have decided that maybe soul modifications are not the best course of studies, see improvement.
Hearing the cooing from Penelope, the four Pomeranian guardians all run forward, their little tails wagging like pom-poms as they look up excitedly at Penelope.
“They are just sooo cute,” Penelope said, making sure to emphasize how exactly how cute they were.
Hearing her, the four wild predators all run forward and prepare to be pet by Penelope, in the way I imagine baby velociraptor would when trying to surround a mammal that didn’t know any better.
Snap!
As they get close, and the one behind Penelope scrunches up their muscles to pounce, I snap my fingers letting them all know I saw the little attack pattern. Three distract, while one pounces.
“None of that now,” I hiss to the pets.
They of course stop for the second but then turn back to face Penelope. This is to be expected as they think I can’t see them without my iris-less eyes turning to face them.
Sigh.
Realizing that these Pomeranians are about to make me act, I move.
Poof.
This time I Teleport just in time to grab the now leaping Pomeranian from the air.
There is a moment, where the two of us meet, my arm holding a giant fiery squirming Pomeranian in the air.
Then the next moment, I realize that just because I managed to make it so the elemental Guardians of the realm were able to change the shape and size of their mass to that of a Pomeranian, that did nothing to stop the mass itself from actually being there, albeit in a compressed form.
Telekinesis.
Fortunately, my instincts kicked in almost immediately. This way, rather than catching the Pomeranian in mid-jump only to be thrown into Penelope with the weight and inertia of the overstuffed Pomeranian, I managed to hold the beast upright, and stare at it.
Quiver.
The moment our eyes met, or rather the moment the Pomeranian stared directly into my blank eyes, the guardian began to tremble with fear.
Mana being secreted to the core.
At this close, I didn’t need the third eye to see what was happening, as I could almost feel the involuntary discharge of energy the Guardian was now trying to exert on itself to make it so it could revert to its natural state of being an oversized elemental dragon guardian.
Fortunately, even at the rate of energy release, it only took a moment for me to fire off a quick burst of energy using a mixture of Quick Casting, Pulse Casting, and Disrupt Casting to ultimately prevent the surge of energy being released within the guardian from ever reaching its core. The end result, a Guardian who was still forced to remain in Pomeranian form, despite its best efforts.
“GRR!”
With its metamorphosis cut off, the Pomeranian then reverts to its next progression, that of aggression.
Seeing the beast snarl and hiss at me, while still being held by the scruff of its neck, while in mid-air I just shake my head. Then quickly, flick it across the nose.
“Bad,” I say, and like that the beast in my hand stops squirming. Now that it is finally holding still, I try to talk to it, so it will understand.
“Now you are far too big and heavy to be jumping on anyone from behind, whether you are playing or not. Do you understand me?” I ask.
There is a moment where the Pomeranian looks momentarily defiant, almost like they are going to try to lash out at me once more, but then ultimately decide not to.
Tension.
Well tension and Cleansing Rain, with the moment done, I flick my wrist, making it look like I threw the puppy, while I actually used Telekinesis to push and twist the creature away by a few feet.
With the little fiery Pomeranian away, the three other Guardians that had been watching the little exchange all looked sightly angry.
“I know y’all three aren’t going to try anything, besides. Don’t you all think it is time that you ask the land owner out here if you can take part in his spoils?” I ask.
With that, everyone looks at me in slight confusion.
Even Mallory has stopped her relentless assault on the monsters at are either slowed or completely stopped by my Blight Immobilizing and Purifying Cleansing Rain. Admittedly, I had been lowering the intensity on the Immobilizing part of the spell to give Mallory more of a challenge to push herself, but I apparently went back to the base model of the spell, when I went in to protect Penelope from being splatted by an overly excited Pomeranian.
There seemed to be a moment of confusion on everyone, before I just gestured to my right. At that time, Kujo who had been just staring on from the sidelines of the phase tunnel he was in, decided to show himself in his full muscular height.
“Has he gotten bigger?” Jhonny asked.
“I believe so, now that he is able to eat properly, his boney frame has finally been replaced by solid muscle.” I respond, remembering how he was mostly mangy fur and bones when I first met him, well at least in comparison to how he is now.
Now the Guardians in their natural dragon states are a lot larger than a Kujo in any state. That said, currently there was almost an imperceptible block that prevented the Guardians from changing out of their Pomeranian forms. Almost as if someone was purposefully making it so the Guardians could not use this moment to claim this land as their own.
While the Guardians’ territory technically covered the entire western expanses, which is where we now were. I was not going to let them dictate their terms based on their sizes.
Besides, as I was the one who created the cores that allowed the Guardians to switch back and forth between Pomeranian and Dragon forms, I was overly intimate with how the changes could happen, and obviously ways to prevent said changes from happening to begin with.
That was why, what happened next, was a lot less bloody and violent compared to how things could have gone.
The Pomeranians, seeing the obviously four times larger size of Kujo just stared up at the brute who almost looked confused.
Fortunately, I was there to help streamline the process, otherwise Kujo, who had only been waiting to provide assistance had things gone sideways did not know how to be dominant if his life depended on it. Fortunately, I did.
“Now bow and ask for forgiveness from Kujo, the owner of these lands.” I shout out to the Guardians.
At that the Guardians look like they want to protest for a moment, as they all look angrily at me.
“GRRRRR!”
Fortunately, that look of hostility towards me was enough to get Kujo’s overly protective streak to activate. This caused him to growl lightly with rage at the four guardians.
Red flicker.
Well lightly for Kujo, which of course meant he was close to exerting true Killing Intent upon the four Guardians.
Noting the obvious disparity between the capability of the two forces, the much larger and vastly superior force in the form of levels did what they should do in such a case, they cowered in fear at Kujo.
Kujo stared at the four Guardians for a moment, and then finally after a moment, nodded his head in the fact that he knew they were sufficiently cowed.
At that, he looked at me, like he had no clue on what to do next.
Then after a moment, it was clear, Kujo had no clue what to do next. Which was why, I suggested he make an offering to the potential new pack members.
“Now that they have offered submission, as the pack leader, it is your job to provide them with food.” I state, to Kujo.
At that Kujo looked mildly offended, as if he had to give away some of the many monsters that still remained to the four scavenging Guardians.
I just stared at him, and then nodded, before pointing out a row of four lower level monsters that had been properly purified and were ready for consumption.
Again, Kujo looked like he wanted to protest, but then finally waved a massive paw, denoting he was done and had given up the argument.
Drizzling rain.
There was the silence of mana enriched rain falling on the ground and washing out seemingly all forms of protest.
The guardians dared not move, and it was clear that Kujo knew nothing about forming a pack.
“As the alpha, it is your job to welcome new members into your pack with a peace offering. This will help prove to them and you that you will be able to provide for them, so long as they are loyal to you and your family.” I state, then once again point to the four dead creatures.
Suffering huff.
Kujo looks like a spoiled teenager who just had their cell phone taken away until they finally take out the trash. But he does get up and begins carrying the bodies of the slain monsters over to the different guardians.
All four just stare at the meal in front of them with eyes wide with excitement, but none dare move until all four have been served.
Even then, they just make occasional glances from the food to the clueless Kujo, who just looks at the four Guardians like they are crazy.
“You need to tell them to begin,” I state.
Huff.
Once again, Kujo looks like he is being tortured, but then he lets out an affirming, “chuff.”
And like that, I can all but feel the way the Guardians have now become subservient to Kujo and his pack.
Hidden Class Quest Complete: Making the Kujos the Ultimate Pack on the Blighted Plains (Ongoing): You have helped the pack of the Kujos expand their dominance of the Blighted Plains by joining two different packs together under one super pack. Rewards: Experience, new Mythical Level Class Available: Mythical Pack Creator.
Mythical Pack Creator: Able to create Alphas from Betas. As a Mythical Pack Creator, you have reached the zenith of taming capabilities, and are able to form super packs of varying mythical level beasts, and even able to make it so the Alpha of your choice is the noted leader of the super pack.
Seeing the message, I quickly squash it shut, not even wanting to be forced to deal with that situation at the moment.
I try, but even still, despite not having made a choice one way or another to choose the noted class or not, I still somehow generate a world message.
World First Notification: Rejoice, for the first Mythic level Tamer Class has been created, opening the door for other Mythic level Tamer Classes to also be created.
Exhale.
Taking a breath, I am really glad I avoided taking that as a fourth class and will just need to think about it before the wedding.
My goal is to not need the class, but knowing I have that extra little wiggle room in case it is needed, I could always take the fourth class.
Though honestly, I am really glad I didn’t take the fourth class as my name definitely would have been outed. Now everyone else will just think some really cool tamer created the class.
“What just happened?” Penelope asked.
“I don’t know,” Jhonny answered.
“I was watching the entire time, and I still don’t know exactly what happened.” Mallory confessed, apparently coming right next to us, coming dangerously close to the Guardians and their food.
I could see them glare up angrily at Mallory, which was when I let out a quick snap of my fingers and a wagging of my head. That was all that was needed to get the Pomeranian to focus on what was really important, namely the giant chunk of meat in front of it.
“See, it is not my fault,” I state.
“No, that was clearly all you, but again. You opened up a Mythic class for Tamers?” Mallory asked.
“I mean, hypothetically it could have been anyone in the world,” I press, not wanting to out myself immediately.
“You just said, it wasn’t your fault,” Mallory noted.
“Right, thus it could have been anyone else...”