A/N: Some people might see what happened in the last chapter as me setting up the scientists as evil for the sake of having them be evil, but evil is quite subjective. Was it scientifically primitive? Very much so, I probably didn't make it clear enough in previous chapters, but these people are working with technology and concepts they've found, not something they created themselves. Yes, they have managed to figure out how to use it, but they are otherwise still very primitive scientifically.
Anyways I have already probably gone too far into this already, but as for the subject of evil. Is it really evil? Quickly elaborating my thoughts back at the time I was writing this, the people staffing and running this lab are mostly all from beastmen or demon upbringing. In both societies where power is dominant, these people would grow up learning that to control power and fear are paramount. Lastly spoiling one of the little hints in chapter 5 about the state of this world Rebecca being labeled a Beastkin in her status is not a typo and the reason has to do with why they call themselves Beastmen.
Ah that felt bad to write anyways hopefully those that still enjoy the story will continue to and there might be one more post today, it won't be a chapter though.
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Looking myself over in the mirror I find that overall my looks did not change much. One thing that did change is that I have definitely gotten taller. If I had to guess at my current height I’m about at 4.2 feet and if someone was to ask me what my age was basing my answer on my appearance I would say ten. Though, I guess my height is a bit on the short side for a ten year old.
Unlike my height, however, my face and overall body shape have not changed all that much. But if the best way to describe how I looked three years ago was delicate now the proper term would be fragile. I would almost even say that it's like there's an aura exuding from my body that stimulates the need to protect me.
Actually, thinking back about it there have been a few researchers that have expressed some level of distaste with treating me as a living weapon. Though, they are probably removed when they do express their concerns. Once a researcher does decide to try to argue against my treatment I never see them again afterward, but thinking about this does not do me any good.
The ones that get themselves removed have made their choices and from a purely logical point of view, their choices make no sense. It’s not like whoever started all of this is going to stop because a couple of researchers argue that it’s wrong to treat a little girl like this and I really can’t hate whoever started this project for what's happening anyways.
Maybe it’s due to my complete lack of emotion, but the way I see my situation is that without all these crazy researchers neither of my lives would have happened. If anything, I would rather thank the people who created this body for making it female. Being male in my other life was horrible and never was there a day where I was comfortable in my own skin. Then again that wrongness may have been because that while my virtual body was male the connected mind was female? Well at this point it’s not like that matters. What matters now is that I feel right in my own skin and even all the extra add ons are starting to feel natural enough now.
The fact that this place is a rather safe place to grow up, crazy experiments aside, with proper education included also helps with how I see the researchers. Sure they only see me as a tool to fulfill their crazy ambitions, but who knows how I would be treated in the world outside this lab.
I see a lot of people day to day and even after three years time I have never seen someone who has black hair like me. Nor have I seen anyone else with heterochromia and I learned by asking the researchers that there are no known reptilian beastmen. No matter how someone looks at me I am different and being different is dangerous. I once heard the saying “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down” in my other life and if the world works in any way like it did in my other life I cannot confirm my safety in the outside world with my current strength. Anyways, even if I wanted to attempt an escape it would be impossible with this collar on.
Reaching up to touch the collar locked around my neck I think back to how Rebecca explained its purpose when she put it on me a few days after I learned to use my magic, “From now on we are going to have you wear this around your neck. The reason we are making you wear this is simple. You are the weapon we invested so much to create and you will be getting stronger by the day so consider this is a precaution. It would not bode well for us if our weapon gained enough strength and escaped. So this collar is going to be a safety measure to keep that escape from happening.
The collar will in no way inhibit your growth. I had it made by one of my colleagues who is a chosen of the Goddess of Punishment. It is used as a means to limit the power you can exert, but if needed it can be used to force your body to obey commands. A weapon that can think has many more uses than a tool simply used for destruction, but that same cognitive ability that makes you useful also makes you dangerous, unpredictable. Now, we have talked about this long enough and the time that was allocated for your lesson is being wasted so let us move on.”
Though even with the explanation Rebecca gave me there is no way to claim that I know how this collar is supposed to be limiting me. I mean, how can three years pass by with this thing around my neck and I can’t figure out anything about what it really does? It would be nice if I had a way of figuring out how it is affecting my body … ah! How could I even forget about that! The researchers may have been keeping my constantly occupied from the time I wake up to when I pass out from mana depletion every day, but it’s hard to believe that I forgot to check my status at all these last three years. Well, there is no use chastising myself about it now so, {Status}.
Name: Race: Chimera Sub-races: Vampire, Succubus, Dragon Age: 5 Sex: Female Level: 1 Job: N/A Health: 36500/365000 Mana: 500/1000 (sealed) (559684Max) Str: 50 (sealed) (7300Max) Int: 50 (sealed) (24556Max) Dex: 50 (sealed) (7250Max) Wis: 50 (sealed) (19873Max) End: 7300 Charm: 500 Titles: Skills: Chimeric Being Informational Sponge Passives: Racial Passives: Actives: Racial Actives: Genius Programmer Follower of Logic
Photograhpic Memory
LvL -
Draconic Language LvL- Precise Mana Control LvL3 (evolved) Charm LvL 1 (sealed) Chosen of Change and Balance Organic Clock Mana Sight LvL 1 (evolved) (sealed) Blood Mana LvL - Programming Magic LvL - Spells + Flight LvL 1 Scientific Genius Modified Instinctual Clock lvl - (sealed)
Draconic Scales LvL -
(sealed)
Chantless Invocation LvL - (sealing failed)
Partial dragonification
LvL - (sealed)
--- --- Pain Resistance LvL4 Succubus's Allure LvL- --- --- --- --- --- Enhanced Dynamic Vision LvL - (sealed) --- --- --- --- ---
Charm Aura LvL -
(sealing failed)
--- --- --- --- --- Prehensile Tail LvL - (sealed) --- --- --- --- --- Bloody Regeneration LvL - --- --- --- --- ---
Draconic Aura LvL - (sealed)
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You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
It is quite nice that I eventually figured out how to cast spells without having to announce it to the world every single time. Thinking back on it now I was just suddenly able to cast without chanting one day, it makes me thinks a certain divine entity had a hand in this.
Well, in the end, it’s convenient for me if she gifts me things and if she ever decides to ask me for something in return later I can only try my best to grant her request. I guess another possibility could be to outright refuse her, but staying on a goddess’s good side would be favorable given that I have no clue what dangers exist in the world. Not to mention a goddess would make for a powerful ally.
Actually, didn’t the goddess gift me three spells the time she sent me a message? Hmmm, I tried out ‘Status Other’ right away, but I haven’t even thought about the other two since then. I believe they were called ‘Status Explain’ and ‘Status Share’. It makes me feel kinda dumb when I ask a question that will never receive an answer, but what the heck is up with these names!? ‘Status Share’ is kinda self explanatory at least but what the heck is ‘Status Explain’ supposed to do?
Okay, time to think about this if I was a meddlesome eccentric goddess what effect would I give to a spell called ‘Status Explain’? Could it be a spell that explains something in my status? Alright then let me give that line of thought a try. So I should try picking something in my status to try this spell on right? I could probably start by trying it on something precise first. I am curious about the title ‘Follower of Logic’ since it is one of the titles that has been there since I first woke up in this life and I still have no idea what I did to earn it so let's try focusing on that when I cast.
While focusing on my target title I cast {Status Explain}. Since nothing happens at first I start to think that I have the wrong idea about what the spell is supposed to do and as I am about to start thinking up another possible use for the spell a blue screen appears over my already existing status page.
Follower of Logic
This title was granted to you by the God of Logic and Emotion. I am not sure why he only graced you with his stuffy side though. Anyways this most stifling of titles comes with the effect of effectively removing all emotional responses. Then again removing everything is impossible so especially powerful emotions will manage to make their way to the surface.
Like, say if you're really really really really mad then you will feel that emotion, but at that point, you are really really really really mad so everyone else should stay away. Hanging out with an extremely angry dragon is bad for personal health.
This explanation brought to you by the one and only Goddess of Change and Balance
After reading the titles description it makes sense to me now why I lack many emotional responses, but it still fails to explain why the title was given to me in the first place. Then again, I should probably see this title as a blessing in disguise because without it I probably have gotten myself into a lot of trouble by now. The last thing that I needed upon first waking up was my two year old brain helping run the show.
That aside though at least I confirmed what the spell does and I should probably inspect as much of my status as possible before Rebecca comes to get me. I have a feeling that once my physical training starts I am not going to have many chances to check my status again. Well since I have decided it's time to get working.
Centering my focus on the title ‘Chosen of Balance and Change’ I cast {Status Explain}. After a short wait, the description for the first title disappears and a new one appears to replace it.
Chosen of Change and Balance
So you finally decided to use one of the more useful spells I gave you. Honestly, what took you so long? I was starting to worry that you did not like some of my gifts. I mean really now how could anyone not like something from a goddess.
Anyways, rather than reading my complaints you are probably more interested in what being my chosen means. Well since you are my chosen I have granted you a few skills. I have also made sure to change the descriptions for everything in your status into easier to understand more fun to read formats.
There might also be one or two other things I have slipped in here and there but they do not matter much at the moment. Except maybe the fact that I limited you to four words a sentence because I thought your short curt sentences were cute. I guess that one might matter just a bit.
Anyways I am not asking anything of you as my chosen. No goat sacrifices at midnight on the night of a full moon while naked or anything like that, but well I don’t think any of the gods would demand that kind of thing (well maybe Naofa might she always has been a strange one).
So reiterating all I want is for you to live your life. So go little chosen live how you choose to live because you are the only one who lives outside of the balance. My little harbinger of change.
Also since you seem to question my spell naming (I think they are just fine) you can rename the three spells I granted you. Just concentrate on the one you wish to rename and think of the new name you want to give it.
This explanation brought to you by the one and only Goddess of Change and Balance
My patron goddess is as strange as ever, but at least now I know she does not want anything from me. Well, that is if I believe what she says and she has never given me any reason not to believe her. However, I am not sure what my thoughts should be on the goddess being the reason my etiquette teacher beat me. As for renaming the spells I could think of new names now, but I can’t exactly be sure of all their functions yet. Well, rather than mulling over this I should properly examine everything on my status page before Rebecca gets here.
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Reading through all these has certainly taken a while. Well, it’s not like I can actually tell how long it really has taken. It did really help out when I figured out that I could examine up to three things at once. Anyways only three things left so I focus on them and {Status Explain}.
Charm Aura
So this one is pretty easy to wrap your head around. It’s pretty much just the normal succubus skill ‘Charm’ but this one comes with a twist. ‘Charm’ is something you choose to activate and for 'Charm' to work you need to make eye contact.
This skill, on the other hand, is like constantly firing off charm about ten or so meters in all directions around you. No targeting or eye contact needed. So long as someone comes within ten meters of you and their Wis is lower than your charm then they get charmed. Nice and simple, isn't it?
Fun fact the only other mortal who has ever had this skill was the only succubus ever to rule as queen of the demons and boy did she ever make good use of this skill when she ruled over the demons. Not exactly sure how your creators got any of her to make into you but hey they did and that's that.
This explanation brought to you by the one and only Goddess of Change and Balance
Bloody Regeneration
So a normal vampire might have the skill ‘Blood Healing’ if they are lucky. At most ‘Blood healing’ might regrow a finger given enough blood and that is if they are very lucky.
This skill is a whole different animal because it seems that when you mix a vampire who heals off blood and a succubus who heals off of um *cough* less savory fluids well you get something pretty amazing.
An interesting fact is that this combination of demon bloodlines is impossible naturally. As the child of a succubus will always be a pure blooded succubus without fail.
Now onto explaining the skill. So ‘Bloody Regeneration’ will heal just about anything with enough blood. Even death it seems because, oh boy, when they started removing your heart I was already making an emergency call to Naofa. Well, it turns out with this skill you just add enough blood and everything will get better.
Ok maybe not everything I think Naofa’s headache over this is just going to get worse, but let's just keep that between us.
This explanation brought to you by the one and only Goddess of Change and Balance
Modified
Right, so this title is kinda my fault. I’ll admit I may have tampered with your body a little here and there. Honestly other than the chantless casting (which was not easy to set up you know. There is a reason dragons need to chant and that reason is that their magic is ridiculously powerful. You are basiclly a dragon with a little demon mixed in. So it took a ton of effort to get the whole chantless thing working) I have not made too many other changes.
So I will be asking that you forgive me for the other teeny tiny modifications I made. You know like the whole only being able to speak four words every fifteen seconds things. Totally had no idea your teacher would get so mad over something so cute, at least I think it’s really cute.
This explanation brought to you by the one and only Goddess of Change and Balance
Well, that is finally all of them and while I am slightly wary about what was left unsaid in that last title there really is nothing that can be done if the goddess decided to do something extreme. At least I am now informed about everything in my status and just checking my status out gave me a pretty good idea how this collar is limiting me. Though I do wish there was some explanation as to why some skills failed to seal, but with how long it took me to read through everything I think Rebecca will probably show up sooner rather than later.
I guess while waiting for her it would be more productive for me to try and think of ways to eventually get this collar off. When I do decide to escape it’s only going to hinder me.
As I start trying to think up possible ways to cancel out the effects of the collar currently in place around my neck the sound of the door opening pulls me from my thoughts. Turning around I see Rebecca walk into the room.
When she sees me in front of the mirror a smile forms on her face for the briefest of moments before she says, “Oh? Curious about our appearance are we? Well, since you seem to have put your training clothes on properly let's not waste any time. We are going to meet the person who will be your instructor for the next five years.”
Without another word Rebecca turns around and leaves the room forcing me to hurry after her. When I finally catch up I take the opportunity to look around as we walk. Since it is a rare occasion where I can observe the facility that is currently housing me I try to pay extra attention. However, there is nothing for me to really see as all the corridors we are walking down are more or less the same. Endless white halls lined with doors.
After walking in silence for a while we finally reach a corridor with a single door at the end. Stopping Rebecca opens the door ushers me in and walks in behind me.
Looking around the room I have just entered it should leave me amazed by the fact that it is almost football field sized, but something else in the room has my complete attention.
In the center of the room, I see a man standing at 9.7 feet tall with a body that looks to be made more of muscle than anything else. I can’t see what his face looks like because of the amount of distance between us, but judging by his body he probably has one of those battle hardened looks. He has the kind of body that cannot help but make me think he has been in and survived countless life or death struggles.
As we make our way towards the man I hear him shout something,probably to Rebecca, “So this is the little freak you guys want me to train, huh?”