Ancil stood in im the cue.

In front of him twenty souls stood between him and three precenses. Tall where white flowing robes. With red headressed that had white blossoms on them.

In the hand of the central presence was a purple jewel on a cushion. The cushion was scripted in various forms of written Arcana like a scroll.

It was the opening jewel. The only one of its kind. It opened up the meridains in a persons body with out a light time of training and miditation.

It also bestowed abilities and the ability to gain more.

The abilities gained were random and possible useless. But more importantly it opened slots in the bodies of those who touched it when young. Where the meridians converged a "slot" was formed.

Slots could be filled with cores. Cores only dropped on monsters.  Found in dungeons. Or random places formed by strong world energy.

No one knew why some people had more slots then others. The conceited screeched it was talent. The religious said it was the blessing of the opening stone.

The more scientific believed it to be natural selection.

The most slots ever unlocked was 64.

Gentry was his named and some people thought he was a god.

Ancil hated his guts. He laughed bitterly hoping against hope to acquire a power to rival "The Great Gentry" his O.O (opening orb)

Ability was lame defense buff. That could only be on himself. Not his whole entourage.

Not discouraged he joined his brothers entourage who was already successful. Muched and "empowered" by his older brother already established group of professionals.

Before anyone realized it he became a ruler of 1 fourth of our world.

This wasnt a game people couldnt level up but there were ways to grow stronger. One was was to level up our abilities. Which use our energy pools.

Abilities could grew stronger through use.

When abilities grew stronger our energy pools increased. The increased energy flowing throughout the body force the meridians to grow.

Which natural nourishs the body. Increasing health longevity. Speed and mental acuity as well as the five senses.

While Anything put into a slot could only level up by absorbing world energy.           Monsters released the energy accumulated throughout life on death so if you linger around a strong monster even if you didnt kill it yourself you'd receive a portion of its world energy.

Even if a dragon tripped and fell and impaled itself on a sharp rock. If your the only one around then the heavens had to have fucked your mom when no one was looking. Cuz your the heavenly son.

Ancils musing on the peculiarities of life were cut short by the word "next"

It was his turn.  Ancil wasnt a religeous person but he'd kissed the jewels "nuts" and sing its praises if it made him godlike or even gave him something bad ass. 

Hia dreams of battle prowess, the abiltiy to change the world with his hands never died.

Ancil was young almost grown in a dangerous world. He needed a way to battle his problems desperately.

He stared into the eyes of the existences with firmness and determination he reached out his hands when they didnt stop him from grabbing his destiny.

A jolt of electricity flowed throughout his body followed by searing warmth. It settled in his stomach.  The ability he was granted formed in his body.

Creating a dantian to house it. The first piece of his energy body.

From there thirteen streamers of energy shot forth and peirced deep into meridians and fleshed.

Creating the slots he'd craved his entire life.

He formed thirteen slots. He didnt know if it was enough. Instead of sniveling his determination firmed. Someone with only two slots could be deadly if they held out till forming a strong as combination or using strong techniques in conjunction.

He felt two abilities form. He couldnt tell what they were. 

Thats why although aware of all of this going inside of himself. Ancil never took his eyes off the three existances.

They looked at one another.

Like they had a silent way to communicate amonst themselves.

The one on the left looked sour.

Mouth twisted.

The existence of the right looked encouraging. The center most and tallest

Looked slightly satisfied.

"So what did i get?"

"Lightbeam. Its common but if strengthen it may evolve to light bearer" 

the one on the left answered courtly. 

The one on the right acted more jovial and approachable, golden eyes shinning with friendliness.

"You've opened thirteen slots. If you fill them wisely your future achievement maybe numerous and great. Shine bright new light."

The one of the left must have felt he'd taken up enough of their time. He shouted next while staring at Ancil.

He didnt know if he was being jibbed or slighted or if the almight 3 couldnt see what was right in front of them.

Feeling slightly discouraged but mostly righteous. He rose his hand like he was in class.

"Excuse me. I have another ability you havnt informed me of." 

The one of the left looked distressed especially after the existence of the right held hand out towards him.

Looking between Ancil and his brother. 

He grumbled and angriliy dung into his hat. Leaving it askew as he brought 3 briliantly shinning platinum coins embossed with dragons and embed with a ruby in the center.

Leftie was obviously a very sore loser. Rightie recieved his payment and nodded towards me.

The central existence smiled.

"We wouldn't have exposed your gift if you didnt want it spoken of. My brothers bet if it was really happened. It does happen. Rarely but yes you have a 2nd ability."

Ancil felt the crowd grow quite around him.

He was tbe center of attention for the moment.

He felt extremely uncomfortable. What if his remaining ability was trash? It would be hard to live down.

"Your second ability is something we have never seen. Harder, better, Faster, Stronger.

Only thing i can ascertain is this simple line.

What doesnt kill you will only make you stronger"

Ancil didnt like how vague it sounded was this a buff or something passive?

How close to death did i have to get to have this kick in?

Ancil bowed and thanked them. 

Feeling stumped he wandered off.