I contacted the dungeon that said 'everything I know about the soul is yours, assuming you are able to learn it.' this morning. Apparently he had hoped that I would die as he wanted to test the range that his contracts had, now he has no idea what he wants me to do for the favor I owe him, but he will 'think on it'.

I hope he will have me make something for him, I'm really good at that.

I spent most of the morning answering his questions, most of which were about the soul, but some were seemingly inane. After that he said that he would contact me in a couple days after he finished crafting a lesson plan for me.

He was rather shocked about my knowledge of the soul, and seemed a bit grumpy when he found out how exactly I learned all that I currently know. He was considerably less grumpy when I explained to him the cost of it. Impending inevitable death is never fun, even for a master soul mage who supposedly has a really good shot at keeping their mind intact when they reincarnate.

I don't really have a good context for what I really know about the soul, but based on what I do know it has a lot to do with connections. To people especially. I am probably completely wrong, I see no visual evidence for that when looking at peoples' souls, and it makes sense that Fate focused on giving my information most relevant to my own survival.

So I spent the rest of my day working on my body. I mostly focused on things like hand eye coordination, physical strength, flexibility, and other similar things. I didn't do a lot with my flexibility as I worked on that quite a bit when refining my appearance.

Improving my physical strength was rather tough. I can't give myself big hulking muscles as that would ruin my carefully cultivated image, so I can only really refine the mechanism behind the muscles. Ultimately I decided on the same general structure as the Endiaum, a type of rather powerful angel that almost always has slender bodies despite their prodigious strength. My guess is that they were made by an Origin who wanted to see how far he can push physical strength, as that same structure appears in several other creatures in most of the trees of life all with telltale signs that tells me they were made by the same person.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

I could definitely improve on the muscles as this design was created to work without nearly as much mana as I currently have. And I can always use Solar Energy to improve everything as well, which I am doing constantly anyway, albeit relatively slowly.

Hand eye coordination was really just a bunch of small things, most of which was just copied from the best thing I know of. Having an encyclopedic memory of the anatomy of the vast majority of creatures Origin ever created is something I probably should have thought of taking advantage of a couple days ago honestly. It would have made refining my appearance a lot easier.

I'm still freaking out over what happened yesterday, but not as much. There is nothing I can really do to stop my death at this point, and I'm already doing what I can to let myself survive it so I shouldn't worry so much. Just that thought alone is enough to help me calm down if I'm ever feeling paranoid.

Besides, it's not like I can really do anything with the soul beyond the basic exercises I am already doing. Well I could, but if I mess up then something horrible could very easily happen. If a spell I try to cast backfires and I get unlucky then I might end up with a disease in my soul, I do not want to find out what that is like. And even if I don't have a spell backfire, even if everything goes exactly how I wanted it to go I could still horribly maim someone's soul. Which I can't fix yet.

So yeah, I'll wait till the older dungeon can show me how to not mess up before I mess around with the stuff.

Other than that I spent my downtime with Azrezel. He cooked me dinner and baked me a small cake, it was a good cake. Dinner turned into cuddling, cuddling turned into something more intimate, which made me thankful that neither of us need to breathe, or sleep.

Anyway, Good Night Diary