The new year had an impressive start, everyone going out the next day as if they hadn’t noticed the sky laser kill undead abominations on the outside, a quick chat with my mentor once more clearing up any confusion.

“It must be great to live in blessed lands, I hope you are more careful next year, tomorrow will be a good opportunity to repair the darkness within you, though I hope my care turns out to be unnecessary.

You have turned out to be less of a problem than I anticipated, and while I still have difficulties understanding what’s going on with your body, I am sure to find out at some point. Now prepare for the worst. Soon there will be an eclipse, and you should go out when everybody goes into hiding, if any of the magic I observed so far is true, it will give us a great insight into your nature, and how to better hide it from that priest. He probably already begs for this year to end soon, and focuss on that. Prepare to fight him during the next month of necros, because you might just die if we don’t speed up our training. Now take this and wear it how ever long you can. It should help explain why you will survive when everyone else has to hide.”

Following the sudden rant, she put a small pendant around my neck.

“This encases you in life energy, increasing your natural regeneration and triple the speed of your aging, which should help you become a physical four year old until that fight, it will also hide the necrotic stink you give off. Now, let’s start your reading practice. And before you ask again, I will not give you my name, the priest is sworn to never give his name and almost everyone else has a title they want to be called by. So stop your weird insistence on names, the neighbors are suspecting your for being some demonic creature.”

While I still pondered this overwhelming amount of information, she sat me down in front of a chalkboard I somehow hadn’t noticed so far, where she began drawing a total of 23 symbols.

The author and the lich had both attempted to learn different languages, though they struggled.

When I observed her symbols and listened to the sound she made, I soon began to noticed that they were speaking Latin, pronounced it in a German way and somehow involved the ß as a sound, and involve a lot of the french dots and dashes.

It was disgusting to speak, though it was somewhat easy for me, given that two thirds of this souls originators did speak a Latin sounding language.

The month of Null was a sacred holiday in which no spells would be cast, as the system was on a kind of recalibration.

The hag used it to relentlessly torture me by forcing her language down my ears, and I was under constant observation so I wouldn’t cast a spell at some point, which obviously meant I went rat hunting throughout the city at night and spread my magic everywhere I knew the witch wouldn’t look, especially as the reading and writing became more and more of a headache, with her insisting I reset everything and take the learning skill.

Instead, I began to lucid dream more often, forcing my mind down the most confusing of corridors I could think of while escaping the grasps of my previous nights, to the point I managed to realized how fucked my head actually was.

My brain was like a room with a massive amount of books and notes scattered around, and in that quiet moment before I fell asleep, I began to review the things I had learned that day.

It wasn’t half as interesting as watching my spells behave in my soul, but I had almost no reason to meditate this month, and the trance like state was very helpful for me to work out things I almost missed during day time, and it was the time I began writing this journal as a way to keep track of any major events. It took me one week to get my thoughts into some semblance of order, another to get that order properly documented, and the last two to learn how to store Information directly in the proper folder.

Two months were needed for me to properly learn the written and spoken language, and I was about to experience my thirtieth week, which meant my seventh month was halfway done.

That day was quite impressive, as both moons aligned for once, eclipsing the sun for a while.

I was expecting some event where everyone stood around and stared, but that was not what happened.

As the world was plunged into darkness, everyone extinguished their torches and went unti hiding, any sign of light or life vanishing as something moved within the ever expanding shadows.

Finally, I understood why the hag wanted me to be outside.

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Spectral creatures passed through, different from the impossibly twisted abomination of the new years celebrations, but no less foreign. The priest couldn’t draw on the gods might this time, and with everyone hiding, the ghosts were drawn to the shield of false life around me, clamoring and fighting among each other as they wanted to feast.

Every day, I suppressed a hunger. Since the day I was born, the urge to slaughter and consume had been my companion, and it was stronger than ever with them.

Thus, I opened my mouth and inhaled. It was an instinct, but the specters were eager to rush inside, their space bending nature clawing at my soul, only for their hands to get stuck.

Spatium and necros were ripped from them, as I made my soul the focus of my gather spell, drinking deep of the ten haunted specters that dared to challenge me.

Their memories told me that they had come from the deadlands in search for a host. They brought me images of their homeland, towering titans of shadow and necros slowly stepping across, legions of mindless undead marching eternally, and specters hushing around, searching for a way out.

Each of them had fallen victim to some form of animancy or necromancy, the rituals that brought them there differing wildly, leaving me with a puzzle I needed much more knowledge to unlock.

The real joy however was the orgasmic feeling of power as their essence joined my own, expanding my soul while I felt their necros settle in my body and the spatium that lingered from the journey here join it, twisting some part within me.

I felt I was on the cusp of a breakthrough, though the hunger grew substantially, forcing me to meditate and use the learning technique, their memories organized somewhere in the back of my mind among the lichs, and their souls distilled and slowly made to join the spectral liquid that made me me.

As I went to a dog house I knew was uninhabited, I decided to lie down and get a grip on myself.

Name:

Luce Bravelight

Race:

Human (newborn) (Mutant)

Class:

Empty

Soul:

First refinement, Tier 5

Body:

Unrefined, Tier 1

Mind:

Unrefined, Tier 2

Mutation

Description

ủ̷͜ṉ̸͑b̸̹̃o̶̜̅ȕ̸͓n̷̦̽d̷̦̆ 2

Ỵ̶̗̱͒̒o̶̤̤̯̔̅u̶̳͓̝͒̆͠ ̶̥͇̌͒a̴̘̳̖̽͒ŗ̸̮̺͊͂e̵̯̼͆̚ ̸̨̨̹̏̒̉ȇ̴͔͊͛a̶̮͚̽s̶̹͇̔̊̓i̴͚̱͚̚ḛ̶͚̊̒̾r̴̠̳͔̾̇̕ ̶̭̉̅ṯ̴͇̓͗̍o̷̢͑͘ͅ ̵̪͚̍̓a̶̡͂̽ḟ̶̥̫͂͝f̶̢̦̜͋̑ẻ̸͇͑͘c̵̝̱̘͊̉t̷̨̝̱͠ ̴̰͚̭͆̉̅w̶͚͗̿̃i̸͙͑̚ț̷͙͆̏͑ḧ̵̼́̇ ̶̪̲͂͌̄s̴̫̭̅̈́̚p̶̼̹͒̈́̈́ḁ̵͙̺̅̑̒c̸̛͓̏̄ȇ̶͕̚ ̵̹̟̹̋̏m̶̡͙̼̓͝a̶͓̗͑̿̍ǧ̵̱̉̄ǐ̷̘̳͑̒c̷̢͒̓͠,̶̮̐ ̶͈͍͒̇͝e̸̳̩̚x̵͓̝̼͑͝p̷̛̙͍̺̐̓o̸͚͔͐̀s̶̮̤̥͆̒́u̴͕̾r̷̡̜͎̓̉e̴͇̼̓ͅ ̸̳̝͆͂t̷̫̔̊̕o̵̤̮̒ ̶̬͈̏̔ḋ̴̲͉̓͘í̴̢̨̠̈̎m̵̢̈́ę̵̕͝n̷̦̅̔͠s̵͚͒͐î̶̥̞̬͠o̵̦̍n̸̤̔͘͝a̴̤̲͒͒l̸̩͐̕̚ ̵̤̣̣̌e̴̗̳̞̒̀f̵̧̀f̵͖̖͌̑̋e̶̮͛c̴̨͖̙̐̆t̷̲͎̀͒s̵̨̒ ̸̮͉̉̏̀w̸̛͇̼ͅi̴̙̟̖̽̑̋l̵̙̭̠͊l̵̹͋̚ ̷̗̦̀͝u̷̲̱̱̽̎n̸͇͕͌̈́̂͜l̵̢͕͎̀͑o̴̧͙̐̕c̴̖̼̤̎͐́k̸͖͌ͅ ̶̬͇̊͑f̸̧̈́̅ū̸̼͎́͘͜r̶̢̈́̔͘ť̶̛̲̼̀h̴̟̮̕ȇ̵͈̚ŗ̵̠̃̔̈ ̷̦̦̓͛̓e̴͍̽̒̕f̵̛̞͇̈f̴͚͕̐̔̓ȩ̷̺̌̏c̶̗̲͂̿͘t̴̺̝̂̃̀s̸͖̉͋.̴̡̤̻̌̃̇

Undying 3

You physical growth and decay will happen at a slower rate exposure to Necros will upgrade this effect.

Anima chimera 3

Your soul is used to absorbing others, when you kill something, a part of it will be naturally drawn to you.

It was as if the first mutation became easier to read, though what was offered to me felt different from anything I could comprehend.

Like the first time I raised undying, the other filled my mind with two options.

The first was bound by chains, with two people standing next to me, an Arcana blocking necklace wrapped around my throat. Suddenly, the guards were sucked towards me, falling over as the world turned gray and left me to simply walk out, the chains falling to the ground as I walked right through the door one of my spells had destroyed. When I left the building six seconds later, everyone was pushed away and I returned to seeing things.

Vision two had me in the very same situation, though a sudden burst of tentacles killed the guards and dragged the keys out of their pockets, allowing me to simply get out as they helped me maneuver through the prisons, escaping quickly and draining the blood of everyone I managed to catch, the tentacles remaining in place until they drank no blood for six seconds at the end.

I chose the first immediately and without questioning. I did not need to be more of a monster than I already was, and this ability looked like what I needed.