[Fatal Impact]
{Common Greathammer}
Durability 13/124
+45 Attack
“Debatably is considered to be a Hammer, forged without fire and used in a fight against the undead where its wielder ran ablaze against an army. Something within the hammer seeks out the undead.”
[The God of Undeath dislikes your “Artifact”]
“And?”
The elf turns to Sebas as he talks.
[The God of Undeath tells you to get rid of it.]
“No.”
[The God of Undeath looks down on you.]
“What? Are you going to look at me with angry eyes until I die?”
[The God of Undeath takes a moment before finally saying “No.”]
“Thank you for respecting my decision, is there anything I can help you with?”
[The God of Undeath crosses his arms and says “No.” once more.]
“You sure? Everyone seems to want to give me a quest today, why don’t you give me more garbage to do so I can dance for you?”
[The God of Undeath states that he doesn’t believe you’d be a great dancer.]
[The God of Afterlife snickers]
[The God of Mercy asks you to quit picking fights.]
Sebas sighs and looks up towards the sky, “Yes maaa’am,” he groans.
“Are you talking to the Gods again?”
Sebas didn’t respond, continuing his march forward. The iron bar that rested on his hammer sizzled as the white flames refused to quench even when he submerged himself in the dungeon’s lake.
“You ignoring me?”
“Don’t want to upset my voices.”
[The Goddess of the Hunt complains, saying you wouldn’t talk to her!]
“Welp, they’re upset now, look what you’ve done,” Sebas turned, to look at the elf.
“I didn’t know your voices were so adverse to my presence.”
“She doesn’t like you.”
“Oh? She doesn’t?”
“She says you’re a floozy”
“Do you even know what a floozy is?”
“I do not, nor do I care”
“There is bound to be something you care about, is there not?”
“There might be.”
“Well?” She asked expectantly.
“There are… three- four reasons why I will not be telling you anything, lady.”
“Come now, I don’t bite.”
“Do I need to tell you the reasons?” Sebas asked with an exasperated expression.
“I think you should…”
“Okay… well, for the first and major issue, you know my name, I don’t introduce myself to others without them introducing themself first, so you’ve been nagging at the back of my mind for a while, it makes me think you’ve got shit to hide. Second, you claim to be an Assassin, yet I don’t believe you, which makes me wonder if it is possible you could be something worse. Thirdly, you originally hid your presence, and original appearance, so I have no way to know if this is your actual appearance, or if you’re coming onto me for some reason-”
The elf snickered.
“- And, the final thing I can think of while my brainpower is going towards ignoring my flesh that is destroyed and replaced a million times a second by some god of undeath’s flames of salvation; I DON’T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!”
The elven woman giggled slightly before walking backward in front of Sebas, “My name is Avarië of Chine.”
“And, if you didn’t magically know my name,” Sebas began “This is the part where I would introduce myself if ya weren't such a rudeass.”
“You speak like the dwarves.”
“Huh?”
“You wear your anger on your shoulders.”
“Hmm… that’s odd… I don’t know where that could be from,” he lied shamelessly.
“You fight like an elven toddler, but brawl like a human, and act like a dwarf… maybe we should call you something.”
“How about “The King”,” Sebas suggested.
“Of course your Highness, and where are we heading on your holy crusade?”
“That’s for me to worry about.”
“I see, you sure do know everything, your Highness.”
“Whatever.”
“You’re very hard to please, aren’t you?”
“I’m in jail.”
“So am I! Have a little fun Sebas, there’s so much to do before I burn this place to the ground.”
“Before what now?”
“Oh, nothing, I’m-”
Her shadow flickered in the moonlight, and she quit talking. Avarië stopped speaking, and looked around, confused before returning to Sebas with a smile.
“What do you plan to do next?”
“Well…” Sebas said, not pushing the previous topic, “There's a lot of things I can do, but not many that I should do if that makes sense?”
“It does not; elaborate.”
“Well, currently, I have something going on with my body called “Mana Reinforcement,” I’m worried about how much my body will hold up after my core runs out of mana.”
“... Your core?”
“Apparently, it’s like a manaheart.”
[The God of Humanity says it is a Manaheart]
“Pretty sure it isn’t”
“Pretty sure wha-”
[The God of Afterlife says that it is not a Manaheart]
“Hey l- Ava?”
“Is that your nickname for me so you don’t call me lady?”
“What’s a manaheart?”
“Well, it depends… some consider it the core of artificial constructs and monsters, while others find it easier to consider it the physical heart of mages, entwined with the circulation of mana in their bodies.”
“Circulation?” Sebas asked, curiously.
“The process of moving mana in one’s body.”
[The God of Humanity clarifies, that your Energy Flow Circuit is a basic form of Mana Circulation.]
“What’s an Energy Flow Circuit?” Sebas asked her.
“How do you know about circuits?”
“My voices are as wise as they are insane.”
“Assuming you… I… Can I try something?”
Sebas squinted and thought it over… “What are you trying?”
“Just sit down, I’m going to check your internals.”
Sebas sat, letting the curiosity put him in the potential for danger. He was uncertain about letting the elf have her way and wished to be as difficult as possible to keep him as less than useful in her mind. He wanted to know what he was working with though, his body was a mystery to his general sense of self.
“Are you going to freak out?” She asked, walking around him.
Sebas’ eyes locked onto her, not much of a fan when anyone was behind him, much less a woman who was stronger than he was by at least ten times if not a hundredfold. “Are you going to do something that will make me freak out?”
“Not really? It’s really hard to explain what I can do to a teenager who doesn’t live on the east or the west continent…”
“You live on the west continent?” Sebas asked, leaning forward and turning his sight away from her, looking down at the burning grass.
“... No... but I've been there- I’ve worked there before. Is there seriously nothing we can do about this fire?”
“Is there?” Sebas asked the air.
[The God of Undeath says there is.]
“What is it?”
[The God of Undeath asks why he has to tell you.]
“I don’t know, dude, just tell me.”
Silence filled the air before Sebas was spoken to again.
[The God of Undeath says that “Protection from Evil or Good” or a water, ice, or holy magic spell would be useful]
“Protection from good ‘n evil, water, ice, or holy magic.”
“For?”
“For you to touch me without bursting into flames I guess”
Avarië sat for a moment and mumbled to herself behind Sebas, and sent a hand into her shadow while outside of his view. A scroll escaped the clutches of her shadow, and she began to chant: “Per lucem et umbram, scutum et flammam; Virtutibus indomita voco. Hanc animam a tenebris et lumine serva; Fortitudo staterae, scutum fortitudinis.”
[Scroll Spell: An Unknown Player has cast the spell on an Unknown Player: “Protection from Evil or Good”]
Sebas felt a pair of hands brush against his back and shuddered.
“Do you touch teenage boys often?” He asked, joking to keep up his cynical facade.
“Not while they’re on fire, no. Also, I’m into girls, so don’t get any ideas and quit it with the accusations” she said, flicking him in the back of the head.
“Ow.”
“Quit moving,” She said, slowly fixing her hands underneath his wings.
A tiny warmth flowed through Sebas’ back. Small motes of energy; liquid that flowed from the elf’s palms, swam through his body.
[Notice: You have been connected to another being via “Life Energy”, please be careful if you choose to sever the connection, as rogue “Life Energy” will be trapped in your body.]
[You have learned minute information about
“I can steal your life energy?” Sebas asked.
“Don’t call it Life energy, you sound like an old man,” She said with a small chuckle.
“But I could steal it?”
“Yes, you could, it wouldn’t be hard to either. Normally, those who undergo this are; less chatty, master and pupil, and at the very least… well… normal.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a massive cavity in your body.”
“I am pretty hungry,” Sebas said, not knowing how to respond.
“You have a large cavity around your heart, it swims through your ribcage- what is that?”
“Did you find my core?”
“Is that what it is?”
“Suprise,” Sebas said weakly, not enjoying the topic.
“...”
He felt energy flowing around his body, from his shoulders, through his stomach, and around his heart.
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“People are made of life energy, right?”
“That’s taboo.”
“What is?”
“The conclusion you just came to.”
[Energy Flow Circuit begins to ramp up after detecting a filled circuit.]
[Excess Energy Amount: 21%]
“You might want to get your energy out of the circuit.”
“Why?”
“My body is about to eat it.”
“Eat it?” She asked, before slowly re-distributing.
“Do you feel how the Core is connected to the Circuit?”
“I do… it has a million tiny holes, threads that lead into the small… Core.”
“I downed… a couple hundred mana stones, after finding out that they settle in there.”
“You eat them?”
He nodded.
“... you said a few hundred?”
“Give or take a thousand.”
“...” she slowly inspected his body again, staying quiet.
“I know.”
“... I want to say it anyway.”
“Isn’t that rubbing it in?”
“Probably? Maybe you should be bragging about it.”
“What?” Sebas laughed, “Yeah, I’m pretty cool, I should be dead, my body almost exploded, but, I’m so rad I just said nah”
“Rad?”
“My friend has a bunch of stupid words he uses, I steal a few of his mannerisms.”
“You don’t seem like someone who would have friends,” She said, inspecting his core a bit closely.
[(Elite Monster Core) violently rejects the intrusion!]
Sebas screamed as pain shot through his body, and he began thrashing around.
“STOP MOVING,” She screamed in a panic, shoving him to the ground.
“GET OFF OF ME,” Sebas yelled at her.
“I HAVE TO GET MY LIFE ENERGY OUT OF YOU, MORON.”
“GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF!” Sebas chanted, as the pain rammed throughout his body, the screaming slowly got louder, increasing the vibration of his voice until it broke, and slowly began screaming as he writhed on the ground.
[Scroll Spell: An Unknown Player has lost concentration for the spell: “Protection from Evil or Good”]
She grunted in return, as the flames across his body slowly began to cover her in return. Sebas continued to try and get out of her grasp, screaming at the ground as he kicked his legs, while her warm life energy swiftly tried to escape.
“JUST HOLD ON FOR A SECOND.”
Sebas began breathing heavily, halting his screams as his lungs scrambled for air. He resumed screaming and bit the ground in his desperation. Eventually, Avarië jumped off his back, after returning all of her energy to herself. Watching as Sebas screamed and clawed at his chest.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME.”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” she said, trying to put the flames out as they ascended her body.
Sebas resumed screaming, still raking his claws against his chest until he hit bone. Avarië watched as his skill healed itself, the effects of the highest-rank recovery potion.
[The Goddess of Mercy asks to shoulder your burdens.]
[Accept:]
[Yes] [No]
Sebas did not accept, and sat with his claws embedded in his chest, too tired to muster the energy to remove them, nor did he have the energy to keep hurting himself. He chose to just stare at the sky, and bite down as hard as he was able to.
“Fuck this,” Avarië said, turning to her shadow “I need two Remove Curse spells.”
A hand rose out of her shadow, saying “I think you meant two scrolls.”
She ignored the voice, and began to chant:
“Lumen cordis, exaudi orationem meam; Vincula miseri solve, liga hanc animam. Mutantur venti, puraque per ima fluunt; Praecipio tibi hanc maledictionem prohibere. Recedant tenebrae, oriatur libertas; Hoc maledictum non permanebit.”
Purple light flew from her hands and enveloped Sebas, quenching the flames around his body before he ceased flailing and dropped to the ground.
[Scroll Spell: An Unknown Player has cast the spell on You: “Remove Curse”]
[Notice: Your equipment’s Curse: {Unknown}, has been temporarily disenchanted.]
[Notice: Your equipment’s Curse: {Unknown}, is beginning to restore its power.]
[You are no longer inflicted with: {Unknown}, Burn.]
Sebas’ slowly stabilized his breathing, and looked to Avarië, watching as the flames slowly smothered under the purple haze that enveloped her after she used a scroll, and chanted. She slowly breathed a sigh of relief when the white-ash blaze disappeared from her body and turned towards Sebas.
“You okay?” She asked him.
“I have no idea.”
She shrugged and walked over before kicking him. Her foot implanted itself into the side of his ribs, where it immediately healed from the recovery of the potion in his system, and shattered again as his body flew across the dirt.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Sebas yelled at her, slow to get up from where he lay.
“My problem? What the fuck is your problem? We could have both fucking died you little shit,” She said, suddenly standing over him, and punching him in the head. “Do you know how fucking dangerous that was?”
“NO!” Sebas screamed out, holding his jaw where she struck him.
“God you’re enjoyable to beat.”
“Fuck you!” He said, peering at her from behind his singular arm guard.
“Don’t do that again.”
“Alright!” He said, still holding his guard.
She stood over him, and Sebas watched hesitantly, trying to be ready for the next strike. Unfortunately, she was able to strike him before he even saw her movement, her fist embedded in his chest.
“Damn…” she said, holding her hand, “You said (Mana Reinforcement)? Damn,” she shook her hand a few times before opening and closing her palm, popping her knuckles as her fist clenched.
“Just don’t fucking hit me again,” he said in a pathetic voice after throwing up a few dribbles of stomach acid and blood, looking up at her.
“You’ll be alright kiddo…” she said, patting his head.
“You’re a fucking psycho…” Sebas said, slowly standing up.
He grunted as his body slammed back into the dirt, one of his legs was now held by the elven woman. He stared up at her with anger on his face.
“May I get up, please?”
“... No, I have a question first.”
“What? What could you possibly want?” Sebas’ dislike of the woman above him was exacerbated by the fact he couldn’t possibly beat her at any point soon.
“Will you join my organization?”
“No!” He yelled.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not going to be bullied into joining your Assassin book club.”
“Are your beliefs willing to be bought out?”
“Yes, they are, but I don’t like you.”
“Well, that's just hurtful,” she said, dropping his leg abruptly.
“What? Not going to make me struggle? Force me to join or else my parents will die? Nothing?”
“No…” she said, “Thats unneccisary.”
“May I fuckin stand up without being pushed over?”
She sighed, and nodded, watching as he stood up stiffly.
“Fuck… were so far away from my hammer, why are you so strong?” he asked, complaining about it more than he was curious about it.
“Oh shut up and go get your little dinky ass hammer Sebas.”
“It isn’t dinky,” he grumbled.
Sebas walked across the grassy turf and crouched in front of the red-hot iron, watching it sizzle against the ground.
“What's wrong?”
“I don’t wanna pick it up…”
“Why?”
“I don’t know when the curse is going to come back, and my flame resistance is only level two.”
“Oh don’t be such a baby.”
Avarië picked up the burning metal bar, and Sebas winced as he heard the sizzling of her hand, he looked at it as she held it off to him.
“Pick it up.”
Sebas sucked his teeth when being told what to do, and grabbed the metal, he listened as his flesh sizzled against the red of the metal.
“There you go, Good boy.”
“Do you know where the entrance to the third floor of the dungeon is?”
“Yes, Why?”
“I’ve got a date with the dungeon boss,” Sebas said with sarcasm and a sneer.
“Do you really think you can fight a Dungeon guardian?”
“Why wouldn’t I be able to?”
“Well…”
Sebas tried to cross his arms but ended up sending his hand to his chest, holding his hammer with his elbow.
“Have you hit your level max?”
“My what?”
“Oh right… you were going berserk… try focusing on your class.”
Sebas squinted and waited.
“Anything?”
“I haven’t tried yet.”
“You’re so...” She sighed and waited, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg.
Sebas exhaled and relaxed his body while focusing his mind on his class [Biter].
[You have reached the Maximum Level for your current class.]
[“You have transcended your limits for your mortal limitations, and have gained the following achievements-]
“Achievements?”
“So you have~; They’re just your “extraordinary feats” you have achieved before your class change.”
“Class change?”
“Just listen to your God Window.”
[-:
* Forged in Fire: “You have crafted your first weapon, bringing raw materials to life and birthing your first, if not worst weapon.” - + 100 [Blacksmithing] Experience.
* Wild Crafter: “Amist battle, you have created your weapon, through desperation, or sheer will, and defeated your opponent(s)” - +100 [Blacksmithing] Experience.
* Lightning’s Defiance: “You have endured the fury of the Storm, surviving over 1,000+ damage from electric and lightning elemental sources. Your resolve is as remarkable as the scars covering your body, if not more.” - + [Electric Resistance LV 1] Skill.
* Legion Slayer: “You have cut through the ranks of 99 enemies in a single battle, showing feats of Mastery, Prowess, and Glory from your combat.” - + {Titan’s Legacy:} 4 to Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution.
* Behemoth’s Bane: “You have cut down a Behemoth Mutation Boss, a twisted creature from the bowels of the dungeon. Your victory marks you as one who has resolved your life, only to come out atop the primal force.” - + {Behemoth’s Wrath:} +5 Strength and Constitution. Bonus 15% Skill damage when attacking Behemoths.
* Pirate’s Graveyard: You have conquered an entire ship of pirates, either by sinking its inhabitants or storming the deck. Triumph over so many enemies within a single day would be a feat many would love to brag about.” - {Naval Conquerer:} +3 Dexterity and Strength. Bonus +10% Speed and Accuracy aboard a seafaring vessel.
* Aberrant Slayer: “You have faced the horrors of an outworldly flesh aberration and emerged victorious. A twisted, unnatural force of chaos and corruption, it was no mere foe, but a manifestation of nightmare itself. Congratulations on surviving.” - {Corruption’s End:} +4 Wisdom and Constitution. Bonus +10% Skill Damage towards Abberants. Bonus +20% Resistance to Poison, Disease, and mind-altering effects.
* Divine Attention: “Your deeds have transcended the mortal realm, catching the eye of six powerful gods. Each deity now watches you with interest or animosity, seeing in you the potential for greatness or chaos. Whether you seek their favor or challenge their will, you stand at the crossroads of divine destiny.” {Divine Intelligence:} +2 Charisma and Intelligence.-
“You okay?” Avarië asked him, concerned about how long it was taking.
Sebas didn’t respond, holding a finger up to her, and kept going through the list.
* -Divine Emissary: “By completing your first divine quest, you’ve proven your worth in the eyes of the gods. As their emissary, you carry their will across the realms, marked as one who has earned the favor of the divine. This is just the beginning of your celestial journey.” - {Divine Favor:} +2 Free Stat Points.
* Unholy Ascension: “You have transcended your limits as a mortal, embracing the corrupting monstrous powers within. Whether through dark rituals, a curse on your bloodline, or horrific deeds, you are no longer attached to your humanity. The world revels in the birth of a new (Monster).” {Monsterous Might:} +4 Strength and Constitution. Skill: [Beast’s Fury LV MAX]. (Error, No Monsterous Bloodline.)
* Heart of the Hunt: “In reverence to the Goddess of the Hunt, you have sacrificed the hearts of your vanquished prey, offering their life force to honor her. Each offering strengthens your bond with the goddess, marking you as a favored hunter in her eyes. May your path be guided by the huntress herself, one day.” {Hunter’s Blessing:} +3 Dexterity and Wisdom. Skill: [Tracking LV 1].
* Unlikely Blessing: “Against all odds, you have received a blessing from a god despite not being their chosen apostle. This rare favor signifies your potential to wield divine power, whether through exceptional deeds, acts of faith, or sheer destiny. The gods have seen something in you that others could not.” {Touched by Divinity:} +2 Wisdom and Charisma.
* The Price of Sacrifice: “In a moment of battle or fate, you have lost your arm. Whether through a reckless decision, a fierce enemy, or a dire necessity, this sacrifice has forever altered you. The path ahead may be harder, but the strength you gain from this loss will shape your future.” Title: “The One-Armed”
* Flamebearer: “You have endured the searing pain of flames, surviving a battle while on fire. Your resilience in the face of such intense suffering has proven your will to survive against the most harrowing odds. You are no mere mortal; you are forged in the fire itself.” {Inferno’s Embrace:} Bonus 15% Resistance to Fire Damage.-
“Everything okay in there tall, dark, and brooding?”
“There’s just a lot to read, be patient.”
* -Thief of the Depths: “You have successfully escaped with a dungeon's treasure chest, navigating its traps and dangers to claim what was hidden. But your journey didn’t end there; you have excavated the chest’s contents, revealing the wealth and secrets that lay within. Your cunning and guile have earned you the spoils of a thousand adventurers, along with their envy.” {Spoils of the Vault:} Skill: [Lockpicking LV 1].-
“Oh, that’s just facetious.”
“What is?”
“Shh, hold on.”
* -The Divine Kill: “You have slain the White Stag, a creature of celestial origins. With its death, you have proven your might and defied the odds of the divine. Legends will be told of the one who dared challenge the gods' herald and emerged victorious.” {Celestial Hunter:} +4 Dexterity and Wisdom.]
“And this one’s just superfluous”
“What is!” She screamed.
“Shhhh, give me a minute.”
“I am going to stab you.”
“You’re so violent.”
[You have embraced darkness that resides within you. The Beast and the Hunter are now one.]
[Biter]
{Unique Rank Class}
Level: 30 (MAX)
“The air around you is still, yet your senses are sharpened. Your body, once limited by the constraints of humanity, is now an instrument of primal power. Your teeth glint with unholy might, capable of tearing through flesh and soul alike. The world becomes a blur of life and death, as you stand at the apex of your monstrous transformation.”
[To advance your class the Player must consume:
1x Fang of a Powerful Beast (Uncommon+) 0/1]
“Huh.”
Avarië stared at him, from a few inches away, nearly stabbing him with looks alone.
“What?” Sebas asked.
“WELL?” She asked in an impatient yell.
“I appear to be at my max level.”
Sebas groaned as he held his nose.
“If you don’t want my loose fist to slip into your face again, answer my question, Sebas; Can you advance your class?”
“Yes! Gods, you bitch, I think my nose is broken… and now it's fixed! It is all your fault!”
“What do you need?” she asked curiously.
“For what?”
Avarië reeled her fist back and Sebas cowered to the ground, “I JUST NEED TO EAT A FANG!”
“Eat?”
“Consume, eat, same thing.”
She sighed before softly chuckling, “You know, I could get you a fang.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want shit from you.”
“You know, most people would love to be indebted to me, you should consider it.”
“How about no!”
She rolled her eyes at him, “Sorry to say, but there’s no point in fighting a dungeon’s boss if you can’t advance your class.”
“I can do it easily though?”
She stopped her mocking expression and looked down at him, “Don’t you need to eat a thousand fangs or something?”
“No? Just the one…”
She studied his expression for a moment, before turning her head side to side, getting new angles of his face in her vision.
“You’re not lying?”
“NO!” Sebas said, exacerbated.
“Then, seems like you know of somewhere a fang is?”
“I smuggled it on my way after being arrested… “escorted”,” Sebas corrected himself.
“Through your?” She pointed at his lower half.
“No, I can pretty much store whatever I want in my stomach, as long as I can’t break it down.”
“You… say stuff like that… but that's not… normal.”
Sebas shrugged, dusted his pants off, and began walking toward his hammer, picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the Graveyard, I really just wanna lay down in that death knight tomb, something inside me tells me it might be cozy.”