Unnamed flexed the muscles in her hand, feeling the false tendons underneath, and watched them with a mystical fascination. She was a homunculus, so her body moved differently, unnaturally, when compared to a normal human.
Her veins coursed with soft pink, the main identifier that she was wasn't a human.
Humans couldn't survive having this much Magi at level 11, and so her mana was over saturating her blood. The tell tale sign was that she wasn't dead.
{Alyssa, the Incarnation of Terror}
The system gave nothing else about her summoner, not even a level assignment, like how you would normally be able to identify someone.Often the system didn't give out names, but if the creature had a unique or legendary class, then they would get their name alongside their class title.
The decrepit castle reeked of mana, as if sulfur was being poured into the atmosphere.
Unnamed remembered some things
It was a spotty recollection, but it was a recollection
She knew what she was.
Niovola was a substance obtained by manipulating the soul.
It was the byproduct and left overs of one.
Any summoning ritual that used Niovola would lead to monsters with a higher classification, and sometimes names.
They would have memories of a past life, usually that of a human.They where dangerous because of their intellect. A dungeon or summoner with Niovola summons was almost always put to the torch as soon as possible.
She could remember the fields of dead left in her wake, as she failed her first assassination attempt
She could remember the teachings of the man in black
She could remember the two who would follow her anywhere, her sworn companions.
A homologous didn't have tear ducts, but even now, the urge to weep had started to consume her.
She dropped to her knee, using the leftovers of her mind to recall proper etiquette. Her tongue was heavy, and unfamiliar, but she forced it into action.
"My leige"
//
The summon had knelt in response, having choked up when she had talked to it.
Her.
Not it.
'I forgot they are supposed to be sentient.'
Alyssa heard the gravelly croak of words come from her assassin.
"My liege"
The novelty of having a legendary creature under her command had yet to wear off and she could almost taste how easy her early game was going to be.
Now, she had to put on appearances.Alyssa was in a new world, with a new body, and a new start, she was gonna role-play THE FUCK out her isekai.
'My liege' is a big burden, but i have to act the part, right?
"Arise now, O'Butcher of the night"
Alyssa was screaming in joy inside, her first ad lib coming out as smooth as she had wanted it to. Even if her voice was slightly deeper then normal, it still sounded cool as hell.
Unnamed stood up, her purple eyes feasting upon her glorious master
"You are now....
Fuck she needed a name.
The mask, hood, and badass vibe that radiated around the killer deserved something that was equally fitting.
"Indra"
That high school acting class was paying off, one semester had been enough for her to at least bullshit into sounding cool.
The newly named Indra had her glowing stat page change in front of her eyes, the "unnamed" portion being adjusted to match her new one.
//
"You are now...."
"Indra"
The name resonated with her new magic, causing her pink veins to surge with more power.
Indra knew that named monsters where dangerous, but not why.
She could feel the why.
A name created an odd, almost, hyper boost to her ego.
She could topple mountains and tear open flesh with her bare hands, even if she didn't have the stats for it, it felt POSSIBLE.
The new sense of self washed away her doubt, Indra was the name for someone important, it was the name of someone who would defend her master with her all.
Indra breathed in deep, soaking in the grace given name.
Her master stood from her mighty throne, her nude figure incapable of being anything else then holy. Her masters hand touched the top of her head, akin to a child receiving a pat on the head from a parent.
"Now, lets see if we cant get you some siblings"
//
Classification: DeathWatch Assassin (Legendary)
In the dark, there is few who rain supreme then those of the Path named "Deathwatch"
Blood is their fuel, their life, and their purpose.
Death is their Mother, Father, and their Origin.
To be seen by the all seeing DeathWatch is to meet your gruesome end.
..
Path Skills: Assassin.
(Stealth lll); You will instinctively Know where and when to move to not be seen or detected, Improvements of this skill will boost the instinctive knowledge of (Stealth)
(Critical Hit ll); You will instinctively know where and when to strike to kill, maim, or disable your opponent. Improvements of this skill will boost the instinctive knowledge of (Critical hit)
(Evasion lV); You will instinctively know how to best avoid being hit, killed, or disabled. Improvements of this skill will boost the instinctive knowledge of (Evasion)
Class Skills: DeathWatch
(Witness of Death's Embrace): When a creature dies within your eyesight, You and Allies within 30 meters will heal all injuries.
(The All Seeing Death): Creatures who have been designated as foes will receive a [Status Reduction] affect of your choice until either the sight line is broken, or the foe dies.
(The One Who Sees all): You may spend mana to have omnidirectional vision within a 30 meter radius.
Indra was strong, really strong for someone who was level 11.
The box showed Indras skills to alyssa, letting her know basically everything she needed to know.
The kit was simple and complex.
The basic skills seemed to have a teir system in which they would evolve, think skyrim type progression.
But the class skill is where it was at.
To sum it up, Indra was kitting for support and debuffs, witch was odd, considering she was an assassin.
(The one who sees all) made the other two passives work, with them giving heals and an enemy debuff..
Both of those seemed strong, especially if she could get what she really wanted next, a more tanky summon.
Thinking logically, if Indra where to be paired with any large group, she could keep them constantly refreshed and weaken the enemies.
Indra seemed to be an assassin in name only, she was more on field and involved in the fight then any assassin and scout she had experienced.
//
Indra looked over her new skill page, familiarity rising as she read over her classification.
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Her basic path skills, the ones for assassin would be something other people would die to have before they hit level 20.
She already had her ascension class, at level 11, when most people can only get it level 20, and not only that, she was already scaled to the (Legendary) Class from level 1, meaning for all extensive purposes, she could confidentially kill anyone within levels 1-30.
Legendary Classed Monsters received 2x growth and scaling, along with skills and abilities that people would commit atrocities to get their hands on.
And if her math was right, she would be getting 4 Strength, 10 Agility, and 8 Magic per level.
A normal Assassin was an (Uncommon) Class, meaning they only had close to half of that growth per level.
And yet, here she was, a Legendary classed monster, With all these free things.
It felt cheap.
She didn't earn it, but did she need to?
Her only goal now was the follow what her master wanted, the great and holy woman was the only thing Indra cared about.
As a dungeon summon, her dungeon was her home, and her home was also her masters home.
The more power she had, the more she could do to keep Alyssa alive.
Even if it went against her pride.
//
Alyssa was waiting on the next summon to pop into existence.
"Indra, scout the castle", Alyssa tried to have the 'Decisive' confidence radiate in her words, hoping to everything that her summon was completely loyal.
Indra didn't hesitate, and Alyssa was relieved to know that the ultra fast assassin would listen to her.
She had wanted to try giving a command, and that was the only one she could think of.
115 agility compared to her 19 was a bit scary, but since there hadn't been a clause anywhere about her sentient creatures having loyalty issues, then she should be fine
She wondered what she was going to get next, hopefully something that complimented the assassin she had.
//
He woke up with a shout.
Akin to waking up from a nightmare, he screamed on instinct. Not necessarily out of fear. More a mixture of anger and annoyance.
He hated bad dreams, with a passion.
Blake shivered, realizing he was naked, and most definitely not in the forest he had just been in.
He remembered talking to...
Someone.
Around him was a white plane, as infinite as it would be if it was on Anerexyia.
Is this some kind of Magic?
He REALLY hated magic.
He stood up, the ground beneath his feet was as equally cold as the air.
He felt a bit heavier then would be normally, but nothing was too odd. Other then the lack of clothes, searing cold, and infinite white all around him, then it wasn't that bad.
Blake recalled what his momma would say about thinking to hard.
'Sometimes, in order to fix some complicated shit, you just have to hit that shit harder.'
He took those words to heart, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment.
The berserker was calm, weirdly calm.
He wasn't used to being confused and not being angry about it.
Momma always said that: 'sometimes you just gotta accept when you don't know something'
But right now, he really wanted to know.
Blake picked a direction and started marching, shivering all the way.
The sound of bare feet slapping against the floor was the only sound he could hear.
This place was..
Empty.
//
Alyssa was starting to get worried, since it was taking longer then for the her first summon.
Was there some kind of lag time?
Maybe there was a time limit on when she could do her next summon.
//
Blake walked, and walked, and walked, until her couldn't walk anymore.
But then he crawled, until he couldn't crawl.
With his face down, he laid there for a while.
What was he even doing?
It wasn't like there was some place he had to be.
He could just...
Rest.
Sleep.
Die.
'Death isn't an option, you fight, and you keep fighting, you hear me?'
'Yes momma'
He stood up again.
Wind, akin to the wind magic he has felt in the past, pushed against him, but he kept walking, even when his feet started to bleed. The cold got worse, to an almost freezing temperature, but he kept walking, shuffling his bloody feet against the frozen ground. He battled against the wind, for what felt like days, months, years, until he looked down, and saw something weird.
Where was his legs?
Two stumps where all that remained of them.
'There will come a day, when you will lose hope. and that is normal. but remember, you have a family to return to, and it doesn't matter what you have to do to get back, as long as you do it.'
Right, he had a sister trying to learn magic, and little brother who wanted to be an adventurer like him, and a mother who cared.
He had to get back.
Blake used his hands to grip onto the floor, and he continued, but this time, with new strength.
He wasn't the smartest.
He wasn't the fastest.
He wasn't the strongest.
But he would keep going, because he wanted to eat his mothers pie, teach little Rodney how to swing an axe, and get lectures from his sister about how amazing magic was.
Slowly, he moved forward, while his stumps dragged behind him, leaving a trail of red in his wake.
//
Alyssa flipped open her own stat page, not even realizing she had one until she had seen that her summon had one.
LVL (Level) 02 STR (Strength) 10 AGI (Agility) 09 MAGI (Magic) 15 Available Status points 20
At level...
2??.
When did she level up?
and why?
Indras cloaked figure passed by her main throne room.
'Ahh'
'I get xp from summoning'
Odd There was't even a notification or anything that it has happened
The stat spread was heavily leaning on magic, and since she didn't know how to do magic yet, it was probably best she invested in something else for now. 20 points per level seemed a bit much, but if she wanted to cover all of her bases...
Alyssa mentally commanded the points entered strength and agility, split evenly.
Now at 20 strength and 19 agility, she could feel the difference instantly.
Her body had already been altered once she woke up from her trials, causing her to have a more filled in stature, less bony then before, but the stat point change made her FEEL it.
She wasn't toned, or even really fit, but she could tell, she could probably punch her old self into a coma.
Her skin had become less pale, reassembly something closer to her old body.
She smiled, besides having a shit tutorial, and not knowing too much, this wasn't that bad.
//
Blake couldn't move anymore.
The renowned, undefeated, immovable, and unstoppable force, had finally stopped.
His skin had start to flake away, like the crust of a pie, until he flesh was exposed to the monstrous cold.
His arms had stopped moving at some point, and his flesh frosted over, glueing his body to the floor.
The adventurer held onto memories, onto faces, and people.
He needed to get up, to stand, to fight the wind and cold, he need to be there for his friends, his family, his...
Who was he again?
Blake shook his head.
He was Blake Julip, the adventurer.
Right?
The wind, it was doing more then stopping him, it was trying to strip him of pieces of himself, the pieces he cared about.
He felt Anger.
Indignant rage.
Unholy Hatred coursed into the corpse of a man.
He would not let go, even if it was the last thing he did.
'YOU WILL NOT TAKE FROM ME'
He shouted into the infinite white void, his vocal cords started to frost over, just like the rest of his body.
He repeated the names of his family.
'Alex, the rascal'
'Stacie, the little mage'
'Gloria, the mother'
'Blake, the adventurer'
'Jamie, the uncle'
'Hunter, the..'
//
The assassin prowled in and out of the rooms around the domain, finding only dried corpses and rusted weapons in the ruins.
No wonder this place had so much stuff, no one wanted to loot rusted gear and skeletons.
Well, maybe a necromancer would, but that was (Rare) class.
Despite being able to try and boost your stats prior to the choice ceremony, only elves and certain mixed blood humans had enough starting magic to be able and train to get there.
You had to have the right mix of magical inheritance, and maximized training to make sure you could luck out for any of the rare magic casters.
And since necromancy was outlawed due to its army amassing potential, you had to be insane to pick it, or just an idiot.
Her own (DeathWatch) would be impossible to train for, even if everything was done was maximum efficiency.
Unique and Legendary classes had a scaling of 1.6x and 2.0x respectively, and where sought after for that alone, since the 1.1 , 1.3 scaling of both uncommon and rares didn't usually add up to alot in the early stages.
To get either, you had to be either an Outworlder, Science experiment, or Chosen by as a Deities champion.
She kept (The one who sees all) active while she searched, since her Magi was so high, she able to regenerate her Mana while she used the skill.
The omni-directional view took time to assimilate to, but it started to feel natural after a couple minutes. She would have done alot to even get one of the (Deathwatch) skill in her old life.
Since assassins didn't often have enough sources for healing, having a full restore would have made most of her past battles trivial.
Death trigger affects and skills are usually pretty strong, especially with the right team composition.
The air thickened around the castle, but only for a second, and Indra knew the next summon was soon to arrive.
//
Who.
Was.
He.
Talking.
About?
The man couldn't feel anything anymore, his blazing hate had already disappeared, and he was confused.
Who was he?
Why was he here?
Isn't he supposed to kill something?
Right, that's something he did a lot, right?
He killed stuff.
Talked to people.
Did things.
But he couldn't remember the faces, the names, the places.
Eventually, he stopped feeling the cold.
"Would you like to return?"
He couldn't look up to see them, but a figure stood in the way of the wind, their shadow was cast onto his frozen and bloody body.
The frost remained, leaving him perfectly still.
He wanted to taste apple pie.
He wanted to swing his axe.
He wanted to talk.
But he was perfectly still, encased in layers and layers of the ice.
The cold ceased to exist, and the frost was dispelled just as fast as it had came.
Slowly, he craned his neck upwards, trying to see who else was here in this forsaken place.
His eyes where blurry, but he could see the stature of the woman before him, She toward over his body like a parent doting over a child.
His skinless body didn't hurt anymore when he was looking at the woman.
Dark hair flowed and formed wings behind her.
The voice returned, quieter, softer, like someone he knew.
"Would you like to fight again?"
The man knew that he liked to fight, and he would be able to fight if he said yes?
The answer came from the chest, a violent surge of energy unblocked his voice.
"Yes"
//
Name: Unnamed
Type: Homunculus (Humanoid)
Class: Carnage Paladin (Unique)
Level: 12
STR: 91
AGI: 69
MAG: 109
//
Alyssa watched her newest addition begin to move.
This one was much larger than her last summon. Standing at almost double her height, the colossus looked like a knight.
White armor encased a hulking stature, a set of full plate, unmarred and gleaming white.
Eyes made of red energy where the only feature she could see through the visor. The helmet merged seamlessly with the main body, giving it an almost "Living Armor" look.
A single halberd, the size of her own throne rested it the behemoths hands, its white matched his pearly armor.
Its blade was a elongated crescent, and on it she could see what looked to be other worldly gibberish written on it.
Runes?
Unlike the assassin, this one had a more equaled stat spread, with its dump stat being its agility.
It also had less stats then her assassin.
She frowned.
Why was that?
Her assassin was built for agility, and had 115 in it, and the stats that the paladin prioritized didn't reach that high, with 109 in magic, and only 91 in strength.
Maybe its the class?
The assassin was legendary, so maybe that was also an identifier to the way the stats scaled.
Her paladin was only Unique, and if she had much knowledge based on what most games had, unique was right behind either rare, or legendary.
At least it was in the upper echelons of power, it looked like.
The level difference between her and her summons didn't go unseen.
She had hit level 2, and her summon came out one level higher than before she leveled up.
And to start her assassin was 11, when she was level 1.
So her summons always came out at 10 levels higher then her own?
If so, that made survival of the early game seem easier.
This one needed a name as well.
The white and almost holy appearance did give off an almost feverish energy.
"Ezekiel"
As soon as she had thought it, the name replaced the the "Unnamed" from it-his stat page.
//
Ezekiel the paladin.
He cracked his neck, feeling the foreign power surge through his veins.
He wasn't familiar with magic, but he was pretty sure that this much would have killed someone who was only level 12.
His armor conformed to his shape, and felt like a second skin, even moving and bending in unnatural ways to accommodate him.
He let out a laugh.
He could fight again.
And he was happy.
"Hello Ezekiel"