The first week of my fourth month in this world was weird. My spells felt easier to cast and everything was quiet.

“They haven’t taught you about the seasons yet, huh?”

My mentor wondered, smiling as she looked at the slowly dying leaves outside.

“You see, similar to the Major Arcana, there are nine of them. The year begins with Null, where the system is the only thing that exists. Then, during Aqua, the ice melts and fills the world with flooding water once more. During Vita, the world blossoms, bringing life to every field. It’s where the farmers sow the fields, though you’d have to go outside the village to see one. Then comes Lumen, where the days grow longer and begin to heat the world up for Pyro, don’t leave things out during Pyro, that will quickly lead to them being burned. They say the coasts get storms during Spatium, but I have never been there. Right now, Necros is approaching, which is the month were the leaves and small animals die. I assume their deaths have something to do with you feeling good, if the power you use to grow in strength works as you described to me. The next month will be Geos, because the world turns still like a rock. And Tempora ends the year, with a big system counter and everything. You were born during Lumen, which is the reason behind your affinity to it.”

It is weird to realize that what you thought to have been four months were really three.

“How long is this month?” I asked, making her laugh.

“Months are forty days long of course, what next, you didn’t know that a week is ten days long, or that a day is 26 hours?” It was quite educational as I noted this information down, helping me understand a lot about this world. That days was the end the eleventh week of my life, and I had two more weeks to develop a party trick that I could impress the Villagers with.

The fifth weekday after that, a nearby butcher would slaughter a cow for no longer bringing any milk, and it was the kind of celebration were my parents gave wore their best clothes, and while I was quite neutral towards animals dying, this one meant my parents would eat meat this week, which meant they had more energy to spend time with me. Although I was a lot older than I looked, my brain was that of a child, and these new parents of mine were quite nice the few times I managed to listen to them.

All these thoughts I was lost in disappeared the moment the cleaver fell, a part of the cows soul slipped towards me, expanding my soul and finally filling up the space, the mist condensing and raining upon my soul, expanding it by one third of its original size.

Name:

Luce Bravelight

Race:

Human (newborn) (Mutant)

Class:

Empty

Soul:

First refinement, Tier 4

Body:

Unrefined, Tier 1

Mind:

Unrefined, Tier 2

Mutation

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Undying 2

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

Anima chimera 2

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

Tier 1 Spatium runes:

Open

Close

Tier 2 Necros runes:

Consume

Exhaust

Corpse

Tier 1 Lumen runes:

Bright

Dim

Opacity

Tier 1 Neutral runes:

Dispel

Rune

Description

Move

Move

Decay

Decay

Infect

Infect

Corrupt

Corrupt

Projectile

Projectile

Gather

Gather

Consume

Consume (tier 1)

Bright

Bright

My choice fell upon consume and bright, the first in an attempt to finally find a way to eat stuff, and the second because it sounded like something easy to make into a party trick I wouldn’t be killed for.

I had passed out during the choice, as I woke up in my fathers impressively strong arms, my mother already asleep as he smiled down on me.

“Don’t worry, light mages don’t really need to like looking at corpses, but you are brave for looking anyway. You are in this world to make it brighter, right Luce? Yeah, you will probably get into fights with a few wargs, and when you apply for the academy, you might pass by some goblin camps. But Light mages can simply blind things and run away. Our family isn’t made of fighters, and never has been. Used to think myself a good bodyguard, but then my hammer landed on a hot piece of metal once and my heart was lost to the forge. Kind of like it happened with your mom, though I think it’s a little early to learn about love. You won’t remember this, so I’ll say it more often in the future. I love you, Luce.”

After calling him dad, I fell asleep.

That night, I dreamt of myself in a weird way.

I was fighting someone, my spells slowly sapping away at their strength, my position a clear advantage for many minutes until I could no longer hold the distance.

Their steel drew across my body, and as it threatened to tear open my throat, it suddenly passed right through me, giving me a few seconds in which I simply passed through the wall behind me, before I materialized again. When I appeared on the building above, I saw the dread in my enemies eyes, my spells killing him. I somehow knew it would take a while to do that again, but it was sure to save my life.

When I awoke from that dream, I landed in the next, with me somehow lost in a desert. The days passed by in which the sun burned down on me, but I simply walked on day and night. Slowly, my skin started to wither, and my hunger gnawed on my consciousness.

It ended with me as a meatless husk, grabbing a gecko I somehow managed to catch and biting into it, blood and meat burning down my throat as it restored a bit of my sanity. With every creature I ate, my body restored itself and my sanity returned, half a pig returning me to my original form.

Then, I saw the first version in the desert, becoming intangible the moment the starvation threatened to damage me, allowing for faster travel and an opportunity to find food, though my understanding of deserts conflicted a bit with the Idea of the underground teeming with life like that.

The other version did pretty good in battle, any lethal cut I receive quickly restored while turning me closer to the husk I was in my memories, until I managed to kill him, the scene of eating another human was quite disgusting, but I was mostly whole again, with a few cuts remaining.

Now, both ’I won’t die’ thingies sounded great, so it was mostly between the opportunity to not grow exhausted and silver hair, two things I really wanted, though I decided upon the meat path. The black hair I would probably get from my parents sounded good enough.

Waking up from that, I felt strange. Usually, I’d be hungry at this point, but the sense of hunger was simply not there. My stomach felt empty, but it didn’t hurt.

My body felt better in every way, allowing for me to actually walk and even climb outside my cage.

The outside was still dark when I put on my jumpsuit, and a short maneuver above the oven helped me through the window above it, my body hurting quite a bit once I landed on the straw below, quickly disappearing into the farm outside.

It was weird to feel myself move, now that I had gotten used to being carried. My legs were not made for any productive type of movement, and yet they thrummed with a strange power.

I knew it probably had to do with the dream I had, but I didn’t care. This place was having a bit of a vermin problem, and I would be its Rattenfänger.

Spinning together tricks was easy at this point, a quick Meditate enough to merge the runes manually, now that I knew to do it without direct system assistance.

Searching for the source of the mice in our home was easy, their hole badly hidden behind a shelf I barely fit under, before I cast fester on one of them. Their death screams were disgustingly sweet, the smell of decay quickly filling the room as I held a piece of wood against it, The puss quelling from inside somehow not letting the board fall away, closing the small hole for a while.

Then, I went to bed again, thinking about all the fun spells I could use once I actually set my mind to it.