“Woahhh.”
A woman with a fiery red bob cut and piercing green eyes stepped off a teleportation array to stare at the busy streets of the Capital City of the Eternal Empire. She stood still, blocking the exit, and annoying the other users of the array behind her, so a tall man with dark brown hair and gold eyes next to her grabbed her arm to pull her out of their path.
“Get out of the way before you start staring at everything, Cathy. You’re annoying everyone else.” Conlan sighed. “Imagine you’re blocking the exit ramp of a plane.”
“Yeah, but look!” she exclaimed, gesturing with two hands to the view before her. “You told me they still hadn’t invented trains yet! How does this city look like it’s part of the Middle Ages?!”
They were looking out of a side window of the teleportation dome, observing the traffic and buildings in sight. Tall buildings built out of unusually brightly coloured stone spread across the city, brass streetlights dotting the roads every few metres. The shopfronts were painted rainbow with the sheen of psychedelic mana - mana-circles, magic arrays, artifacts, and powerful items spitting out spells and supernatural abilities every second within the shops. Carriages pulled by exotic beasts with plumage and fur of vivid colouration rolled through the streets, the carriages’ symbols sometimes glowing with power, and high-density mana radiating off of them. Sometimes, rumbling metallic constructs with luminous steam escaping their valves roared past, the metal glowing orange with heat.
The skies were filled with roaring beasts flying overhead, occasionally mages and wizards with flowing robes flying past as well. Very rarely, figures of oriental clothing on swords soared above. The auras and emanating magic of the city bled together to create a visual cacophony of illusory rivers, and luminescent streams coating the vision of all who saw the city. The sky lit up with flashes and loud bangs of magic spells and abilities combined with the calls of magical creatures, an auditory chaos matching the visual one. And the streets were crowded with millions of people, all dressed in an assortment of clothes from all realms.
“I never said the Empire was similar to the Middle Ages,” he replied, pulling on her arm to drag her out of the teleportation dome. “Do you think our Navy uniforms are something people from the Middle Ages would wear? Or even the facilities there?”
Catherine hesitated for a second. “Well… I just thought that was the System doing stuff. I didn’t realise they had the tech normally.” Then she pointed a finger back at the teleportation dome behind them. “But none of the other planes we visited were like this! All those Dungeon cities were medieval-ish, unlike here!”
“That’s because they were lower-ranked planes,” he explained wearily, continuing to drag her onward as she turned her head around, looking at all the sights. “Also, I suggest you turn off the passive Inspection function of your Status, otherwise-”
“Ack! My eyes! I’m blinded!” Catherine suddenly exclaimed, waving her hands around while blinking rapidly. “Why does everything here have an Item Sheet? My mind’s getting overloaded with notifications!”
“-that will happen,” he finished.
The redhead blinked once more and then sighed in relief. “Okay, it’s finally turned off. But why were there so many-” She paused to stare at the ground in disbelief. “Conlan,” she hissed.
The man looked at her weirdly as she whispered into his ear. “The stones in the footpath are Epic rarity.”
Conlan facepalmed as he received strange gazes from the people around them, who were probably all Ascendants and very likely capable of hearing her words. He grabbed her wrist and pulled Catherine onwards before she could attempt to pry up a pebble from the ground below them. “Would you stop embarrassing us? You’re acting like a country bumpkin. And why would you even want an Epic-rarity pebble?” he told her quietly as they followed a little marker on the mini-map the System had given them to find the Event.
“It was only going to be a souvenir!” she complained, following after him. “But seriously, why is everything so high-rarity here? Even the lamppost over there is an Ancient-ranked item. We’re pretty much walking on solid gold.”
“The Capital has been built using the most valuable resources so it’s protected by the innate mana-density of the materials,” he replied, turning a corner of the main street. “If anyone uses magic in this city, it’ll be much harder for them to damage anything. This is also because we’re on the Aeternus plane, the only Superior plane. Even if you used an advanced-level spell, you might not be able to leave a mark on the dirt here.”
“Huh. Where did they get all this stuff though?” Catherine wondered aloud, watching everything with curious eyes.
“From older planes, most likely,” he said, waiting for the carriages on the road to roll by so they could cross it. “Magical resources and natural treasures become more powerful by absorbing mana over time. Or they got it from the Beast Realm, whose regions have a much higher magical energy density than most planes in the Mystical Realm.”
“So… why doesn’t everyone just live there then, if so much mana is available?” she asked, following him down a side street. “You explained when we visited those lower-ranked planes that less mana meant they couldn’t advance their tech, so if mana helps places progress…”
He smirked as he glanced at her. “We’d be killed by the monsters and magical beasts there, who’ve gotten strong by eating all the powerful natural treasures. Any place with lots of mana has lots of very strong creatures.”
They continued walking for a bit before they entered a small alley without anybody nearby. They came to a dead end and Conlan stopped. Catherine looked around in confusion.
“Uh… Con? There’s nothing here…”
“Just wait a bit,” he replied, waving to her. He tapped on his Status screen to access the Quest Log.
[Quest Log: ]
Main Quest (Rank-2: Demon Realm):
* Complete Stages 11-20 In the Demon Realm to reach Rank-2
Rewards: Rank-2 status, Lvl cap increased to 299, Main skill slot +1, Class Tier cap +3, Aspect cap +3, Class Tier +1, 6000xp, Main Quest (Rank-3: Tartarus Realm) Unlocked. Failure: N/A
* In the Demon Realm, slay a demon at Intermediate or greater strength, and return to Obelisk alive 48 hours after its defeat.
Rewards: Stages 11-15 Unlocked, 3000 xp, Crystalline Token +1. Failure: N/A
General
* Resist the demonic aura of a demon without being affected by mental influences for 30 seconds or longer.
Rewards: Stages 16-20 Unlocked, Demon Resistor Title. Failure: N/A
Class
* N/A
Faction
* N/A
Realm
* N/A
Personal
* Explore the realms of the Tower as pioneers for Earth. Unlimited Resurrections during this period.
Reward: Forerunner Title, Home Realm Permissions, Class Rarity ^1. Time Limit: 4:6:11:19:22:39
* Go to the Hidden Temporary Event in the Mystical Realm exclusive for Forerunners on November 22nd. Objective location indicated in Directory.
Reward: ??? Failure: -50% xp Penalty. Time Limit: 0:00:00:30:5
[ ]
“And five, four, three, two, one…” he counted.
When the clock ticked down from thirty minutes and five seconds to thirty minutes, the wall in front of them gained a small white oval. It grew in size, to become larger than a person. The white oval rippled, until the inside disappeared, leaving a hole in the wall that seemingly allowed someone to step through it into the room on the other side.
[Gateway to Hidden Temporary System Event: Forerunner’s Event]
[Time until closure: 29:43]
Conlan gestured to it. “We can go in now.”
“Okay, but…” Catherine looked around. “If this is the Event, where are all the other forerunners?”
“We probably all get our own entrances to prevent anyone in the Capital from noticing us gathering,” he said. He hadn’t actually put too much thought into the reasons behind why the System did things. Who cared why it did things the way it did? “You’re in a party with me, and you’re a forerunner, so I guess we get to use the same entrance.”
He turned to the gateway. “Let’s go.”
He stepped through, Catherine following him just after. The gateway shut behind them and they found themselves inside a massive hall with black walls, white light flooding the place from overhead. There were no lamps that could be the origin of the light, but the walls sometimes had neon blue glowing lines making geometric shapes. In their peripheral vision, a counter indicating the slightly under half an hour left before the Event began had appeared.
Other white ovals appeared on the walls and enlarged to let people in. Several were already in the room, leaning or sitting against the walls. They all looked anxious, and slightly wary, even of their own world’s people. Most of them clutched weapons and had mixed armour of some kind. All of them were looking worse for wear, the anxiety of being dropped in entirely new worlds with no knowledge of how to return to Earth a constant cause of stress over the last nearly 5 months.
“Now we wait,” he said to Catherine, who let out a groan.
“Really? We have to wait even more?” She crossed her arms with a scowl. “I just want to know why this dumb Event is even occurring in the first place! Although…” She looked around again. “This room is nowhere near big enough to fit everyone from Earth. So, did only some of us become forerunners?” she thought aloud.
Conlan smiled and gave her a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out today though.”
“Yeah, but only after waiting another near half ho-” Catherine’s words died in her mouth, and she froze, staring at one particular individual who had stepped out of a gateway.
Conlan saw her strange reaction and followed her gaze. “Cathy? What are you looking- oh.”
The brown-haired woman looked around the room interestedly with blue eyes. A large longbow was strapped to her back, and she wore mixed leather armour and blue clothes. She didn’t seem too fazed about the appearance of the room, nor even thinking about the reason why they were there, because she had a smile on her face, and was watching everything with pure curiosity. Her eyes swept past Catherine and Conlan when she hesitated and looked back at them again. Her eyes widened as she stared at them.
“…Cathy?” she said, stunned. “And… Conlan?”
Catherine stared at Liliana Mason, the water-element archer she and Conlan had met at the Navy’s elite cadet training camp. Conlan just watched the two girls’ reactions, feeling a little amused.
The silence drew longer as even some of the other forerunners noticed the awkward staring contest before Catherine suddenly slammed a fist down on her palm.
“I knew it!” she exclaimed loudly, making the nearby forerunners flinch at the sound. “I just knew you had to be a forerunner! All those little things you’ve said or done, all the many hints! It was so obvious!” She abruptly narrowed her eyes at Liliana. “You never told me you came from Earth.”
“B-But that was because I didn’t know you were also from Earth!” Liliana replied, looking very bewildered by the situation. “If I had known, I would’ve told you!”
“Yeah… I don’t know…” Catherine said with suspicion, her green eyes still narrowed. She turned to Conlan. “What do you think of this, Con?”
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“Oh, I already knew she was a forerunner,” he stated calmly.
“…what?”/ “Huh?”
Both girls stared at him, which made him confused because he didn’t know why they were reacting that way. Then it clicked.
…shoot. I’m not supposed to know this yet.
He coughed and waved his hand placatingly as he came up with an excuse. “Er, well, maybe didn’t know for certain, but I had a pretty strong idea that she was one.” He gestured to Liliana. “Her last name is very Earth-like, after all.”
“Her last name?” Catherine muttered. She held her chin as she glanced at Liliana. “I mean, I guess… but have the last names been that different here?”
“Most of the first and last names, if they’re from people from the Mystical Realm, are pretty similar, but not exactly the same as we’d hear on Earth,” he explained. “If someone has both a first name and a last name that sounds Earth-like, I’d bet they came from Earth.”
Catherine stared at him with admiration, and Liliana looked at him with surprise. “I didn’t realise you were so perceptive, Conlan,” Liliana said. “It’s amazing how you’re able to pick up on details like that.”
Well, that was because he was completely making that up, and had no idea whether the names of members of the Tower had any pattern behind them or not. He coughed again and gestured to the rest of the room. “Should we head to the front? It seems like there’s a door that will open.”
The two women turned to look at the door in question. With two massive black double doors wide enough to fit ten men across, one covered in geometric white patterns that bore a vague resemblance to a tower of some kind, and another covered in geometric blue lines that created the surface of a globe-like structure, possibly representing Earth, was at the end of the long room. They nodded and headed to the front, where more people were gathering.
Conlan noticed a few individuals who stuck out. One brown-haired woman with features of someone from East Asia, wearing a white dagger attached to her belt, had a casual posture as she studied her nails. Another holding a tall staff that Conlan could tell was at least Epic rarity, if not higher, based on the mana he sensed emanating off of it. His Inspection skill wasn’t powerful enough to pierce its protection. A third person with dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes, in his mid-twenties, with a calm and relaxed smile on his face.
He stopped to stare when he saw someone he recognised. In fact, someone he knew very well, and used to be an early member of his party before circumstances caused him to drop out. With red-blonde hair, blue eyes, and roguish features, one of his closest first friends in the Tower, Anthony Walters. The man looked up from the ground, and Conlan looked away before he could notice him staring.
But… is it worth forming a relationship with him again? He dropped out because his blacksmith class wasn’t a high enough rarity, so investing in him- no. I shouldn’t be worried about this.
He glanced at the man again.
I know where to find thousands of extremely valuable resources, and inheritances which will give him powerful crafter skills, enough to be worthy of being in my party as the party’s private crafter. I know how to get him a powerful class and path of progression, so he won’t fall behind. He can be useful, but if he’s not… I’m sure he’ll end up dropping out of his own will again.
Wondering if there was anyone else he recognised, he kept looking around the steadily gathering crowd, until his eyes rested on a strange sight. Leaning against a wall with her arms crossed was an expressionless black-haired young woman dressed in dark clothes, no older than her late teens. She couldn’t be considered very tall and had her eyes closed, or from what he could see. She had sharp, attractive features, with a long fringe that reached her eyebrows, and straight hair that fell on either side of her pale face, her hair reaching her waist in length.
Two curved daggers were in sheaths on either side of her belt, but what was surprising was the black leather mask that prevented him from seeing the right side of her face, and the silver snake with white-gold wings and a feather-crested head resting across her shoulders and head.
A magical beast bond? It’s not advanced level yet either. That’s very surprising. The System’s Status Guide briefly describes the realms before a User exits the Tutorial, so most forerunners would never head deep into the dangerous regions to be able to contract an intermediate-level beast. They’d only go to that realm to reach Rank-1. And…
Conlan hesitated. She feels a little… familiar…
He double-checked to make sure and shook his head.
No, I have definitely never met her before, because I have no memory of ever being near someone with her presence. If it’s not her presence that’s making me feel this way… then… have I seen her somewhere before?
He tried to work out what was familiar about her appearance. He didn’t think they had met in person in any way, but she almost felt like someone… he had seen… on… TV…?
He was prevented from continuing that train of thought further when the woman’s silver snake, whose head had been resting on the woman’s, opened its golden eyes and stared directly at him. The snake raised itself higher and then began hissing. He blinked when the woman seemed to make a very faint frown and opened her own eyes, revealing her visible left eye to be a piercing, unnatural, vivid shade of violet that could only be attributed to possible high-density supernatural power in her body. The woman raised a hand to gently tap the serpent on the head, making it stop hissing. She glanced at him for one brief second, smirked slightly, looked away, and then walked off.
Conlan felt an eyebrow twitch. Did… she just snub me? Me? The only Hero of Light… and Guild Leader of the most powerful Guild in the Tower? That’s…
He shook his head and rubbed his temples, turning back to the door.
No, I can’t be annoyed by the attitude of one random woman right now. She’s irrelevant, anyway. One day, if she doesn’t die, she’ll be seeing me on Earth’s news, so why should I care about her reaction? No, let’s focus on this Event first. We have ten minutes left.
And… he needed to deal with the new individual, the man with blonde hair and brown eyes who he had seen earlier, now approaching him.
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Alright… time to see if it’s worth forming a connection with any of my fellow earthers.
Randall Holloway looked about the room, tapping the ground with a foot. He had his suspicions about what the Forerunner’s Event was for, and what it was going to reveal, from the moment he found it on his Quest Log after the Tutorial. The fact that one of the personal quests had called them ‘pioneers’ for Earth, and would give them ‘home realm’ permissions… well, it was the process of elimination.
So, unlike many of his fellow forerunners here, Randall wasn’t worried about finding a way home. No, he was much more interested in seeing how the abilities of his home world’s people matched up to the powerful residents of the Tower.
[Origin Skill: Inexorable All-Seeing Eyes | Type: Vision/Realm
Desc: Secrets are part of every individual’s life. Some are more important than others, some create chaos when revealed, and some… should never be seen or heard again. This User is capable of piercing through the veil of mystery to see the truth and only the truth. They must take care they are not crushed under the burden of this knowledge, for this ability is not a boon, but a curse.
Subskills:
* Status Seer
* Records of Sight
* Inexorable Unveiling
Awakening: 6% ]
He smirked as he read his Origin Skill page. If he wished, he could see the Titles, Aspects, skills, and abilities of anyone. He could view the information of powerful items, look at people’s stats, and see how much potential someone has. And this information was stored in his skill, so he would never forget the Status of someone he had seen. No item or artifact could prevent his skill from seeing something’s Status.
He had used this fact to get a gauge for just how powerful the people of the realms were. Considering what he suspected about the reasons behind the Event, this skill would be very useful for seeing how the people of Earth would compare to them. So, he paid attention to people with noteworthy gear, and weapons, or just held themselves differently.
Hmm. The staff is fancy, but her class is only Rare. She’s more likely going to get killed for her item.
He has a combat class, yet he’s not even Level 70 yet after four months? And his class isn’t a rarity high enough that would give him a large xp reduction. He’s probably only doing adventurer work for money.
The woman with the white dagger… she has one of those mana-art things. It seems a weapon clan found her talented and took her in… it would be bad if I get involved with her clan’s politics but she might be a useful contact… I’ll keep her in the back of my mind…
He paused when he saw a trio of three people, two girls and one man. One girl had brown hair and blue eyes, the other had fiery short red hair and green eyes, while the man in his early twenties had brilliant golden eyes for some reason. It seemed the three knew each other, so, curious, he had a look at their Statuses.
The two girls… they’re only at Levels 64 and 66 which would normally indicate they’re not motivated or talented fighters, but the rarity of their skills and the tiers of their classes are surprisingly high. That means they’ve managed to earn a lot of compatible skills somehow. And their items…
Not willing to waste time when he had almost only ten minutes left, he twisted his Origin Skill to give him the summarised information.
[Eternal Empire Navy’s Military Grade Longbow]
[Rarity: Rare]
[Eternal Empire Navy’s Military Grade Spear]
[Rarity: Rare]
Both military military-grade items for the Empire’s Navy. This meant both of the two girls had been professionally trained and became members of the military if they were allowed to carry around items made specifically for the Empire’s military.
Definitely need to get their contact information, or at least how they entered the military at their levels. The redhead even has an Origin Skill that increases her attack strength the more powerfully her flames burn, so she might be a User who gets stronger over protracted battles. The other girl’s Origin Skill grants her naturally high proficiency over all archery skills. I wonder what the man’s Status is like, as it almost seems like he’s their leader.
He opened the golden-eyed man’s Status… and stared.
[Status: ]
Name: Conlan Griffin (Lv. 70)
Class: Hero of Light - Unique
Age: 21y
Race: Human
HP: 8600/8600 {+93/1m}
MP: 5850/5850 {+690/5m}
Stats:
Free Stat Points: 0
STR: 196
CON: 177
AGI: 183
DEX: 130
INT: 121
WIS: 74
[Origin Skill: A Hero’s Blade | Type: Weapon/Elemental
Desc: [Collapsed]
Subskills: [Collapsed]
Awakening: 16% ]
……he had a Unique class. The only individual he had heard of in his information gathering of the realms that had a Unique class was the Citadel of Fate’s Prophetess, the icon of a Supreme Institution. And… it was called ‘Hero’. Just the stats alone were almost more than double any other forerunner here, making him incredibly powerful, and he had one of, if not the rarest class type, that also symbolised something very important. He needed to talk to the man as soon as possible, but he decided to check the man’s Titles, just to be sure there was nothing-
[Title: Regressor | Type: System]
[Rarity: Unique]
His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at something he couldn’t believe was real. The seconds ticked by as he tried to consider all the possible implications of this Title existing, and all the steps he needed to take next. Then, struggling to hide his widening grin, he made his decision. Putting on a calm and confident smile, although he made sure it wasn’t arrogant, he walked up to the man, ‘Conlan Griffin’.
The ’Hero’ seemed to hear his footsteps and turned around to look at him curiously, the girls next to him doing the same. Randall held out his hand to the man.
“Hi. I’m Randall,” he introduced. “I was a bit curious about your weapons, so I thought I might have a chat with you guys.”
The golden-eyed man blinked and then nodded with a smile. He grabbed Randall’s hand to shake. “I’m Conlan. Yeah, having a chat with someone else from Earth sounds nice.” The man turned to gesture to the girls next to him. “And these two are…”
“Catherine, but just call me Cathy,” the redhead piped up.
The smiling woman next to her nodded. “My name’s Liliana.”
Randall shook hands with them both, before asking a question. “So, I noticed that all of your weapons seem to have similar design styles and characteristics. It almost looks like they were made by the same person.”
“Ah, no, they probably weren’t made by the same person,” Conlan replied, gesturing to the weapons. The golden-eyed man smiled. “We got these for becoming members of the Eternal Empire’s Navy.”
Randall made his eyes widen. “The Empire’s Navy? How on earth did you manage to do that within only a few months after the Tutorial?” Then he pretended to hesitate. “Unless… did we get teleported into the Tutorial at different times?”
Conlan Griffin chuckled. “No, I got teleported into the Tutorial in July. I’m pretty sure all of us forerunners got teleported into the Tutorial at the same time.”
Good. He confirmed something I already knew from talking to other forerunners. Then let's discover why he wanted to join the military.
“We demonstrated our abilities to apply for the Distorted Depths region’s Navy Battalion,” the brown-haired man in front of him continued to explain.
Randall hesitated for a brief second. “That’s… one of the most dangerous regions in the Beast Realm?” He took another look at their gear and Statuses.
“It is, yes, but the warships of the Empire give us protection against the monsters there,” Conlan Griffin said. “We get free high-quality weapons, armour, access to the military’s skill libraries and are allowed to eat purified monster meat from powerful monsters.”
Ah, so he’s there to build up strength. He must be planning to leave after a year or two.
“That sounds like much better benefits than what joining the military on Earth would get me,” Randall joked. He decided to see if he was of interest to the ‘Hero’. He pretended to rub his neck awkwardly. “Do you think you might… be able to tell me… how to enter the Distorted Depths’ Navy too?” he asked ‘hesitantly’.
The golden-eyed man seemed to study him for a second. “Depends. Could I know what your class type is?”
He wants to know if I’ll be useful. Here goes nothing.
He scratched his neck. “Uh, I’m actually… a dark mage.”
The man and the two girls in front of him blinked at him in surprise. He gave them a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I know, I don’t look like one, with the blonde hair and all. I’m not a necromancer though,” he said, “But just a dark mage.”
Conlan Griffin went silent, holding his chin as he gave Randall an appraising look. Then he smiled. “I just want to know one more thing. Was asking about our weapons the only reason you approached us?” he asked.
I need to be very careful what I say here.
“Well…” He looked away as if he was looking for eavesdroppers. Then Randall lowered his voice. “I… couldn’t help feel like you’re someone important. It feels a bit weird to call it an ‘instinct’ or something, but…” He shrugged. “I think a connection with you is one of the steps I need to take first here before anything.”
The ‘Hero’s eyes widened as he stared at him for a few seconds, and then he smiled at Randall. He gestured to the weapons. “While the Distorted Depths’ Navy does take mages, if you’re 25 or older, you won’t be able to undergo the elite training camp to become elite members of the Navy. The elite training camp only occurs once a year in October, as well.”
That is… very disappointing. I’m already 25. Then, how can I-
“-but,” Conlan Griffin continued, “That’s not to say you can’t become an Elite Officer by joining the Navy normally. The Distorted Depths’ Battalion recruits year-round.” The golden-eyed man smirked. “Especially talented Officers can become Elite Officers in less than twelve months. Us three are part of White Squall Fortress.”
He’s telling me to prove myself before coming to him if I have plans of joining him. There’s only one decision to make here.
“That is… very useful information. Thank you.” He nodded. He glanced at his counter in his peripheral vision, then looked back at them and smiled. “I’ll have to think carefully about what to do with this knowledge. If you’re lucky then…” He gave them a grin. “Maybe you’ll see me next year.”
Conlan Griffin and the two girls gave him smiles and nods. “Hopefully, if you decide to join, we’ll see you again,” the brown-haired man said.
With that, Randall left the three of them to disappear back into the crowd of nearly a thousand, a new goal in sight. He needed to make new plans, and research more about this ‘Distorted Depths Navy’. He looked down at his fist and clenched it.
If he expects twelve months, then I’ll do it in six.
He stood to the side near a wall, having found a comfortable gap. As the counter in his vision approached three minutes, he prepared to find out what this Forerunner’s Event was all about. He casually inspected the crowd again, until his eyes caught a glimpse of silver, which drew his attention. He blinked when he saw what the origin of the metallic colour was.
A dark-haired woman wearing a mask covering the right side of her face was standing a few paces away from him. She had a long fringe and two short sheaths attached to her belt, potentially holding daggers of some sort. Her left eye was an unusual shade of intense violet, but what was surprising was the silvery winged snake draping its tail across her shoulders, its crested head and white-gold wings raised above the woman’s head.
A magical beast got in here? It must be one of those ‘bonds’. And… wait a second…
Randall stared at her, feeling slightly confused.
I feel like I recognise her from somewhere. Is she a celebrity of some kind? Famous on the datanet somewhere, possibly? I’ll need to think more about this, but I should check what Origin Skill she has for now. It might have something to do with enhancing familiarity and closeness with animals…
He viewed her Status… and frowned.
Lucille Goldcroft… the name feels familiar, but what… is this?
[Status: ]
Name: Lucille Goldcroft (Lvl. 1̷̢̤̑)
Age: 18y
Race: Human
HP: 350/350 {+1/5m}
MP: 0/100 {+1/5m}
Stats:
Free Stat Points: 35
STR: &̸̧̨̖̦̩̖̥̪̅͑7̵̛͍̂̅̽̐̽́̄͠2̸̧̱̲͓̭̎̎̀̀̔̔ SPRT: 7000
CON: _̷͕̫̦̟̖͓̳͈͊̌̋̏͋̍̀͋̃2̸̣̼͗͒̕&̵̢̛͚̘̖͎̣̰̗͊̀̓̎̈́̊́̉̏̅7̴̡̢̻͇͎̼̦̈́ MENT:65
AGI: *̴̦̺̫̳̼̳́̍̈́̆̃̈́̀̔̈́͋̚͝2̶̢̼̬͖̰̭͕̬̥́̄̊̓̓̃̚)̸̛̩̩̃͂̑̀̀̒̓͗̈9̶̪͎̬̤̦̹̟̒͛͊͋͊́́̋͌̏̓͑̕̚ CHAR: 5̶̡̛̼͇̪̩͈̝͉͍̮̠̏͜^̷̨̢̣̰̖̟̮̘͇̀̎̎̎͐̀̀̆͗̇̋͝͠7̶̨̼͍́̈́̽̈́̄̎͆̈́͊̂̽̒̊͝ͅ
DEX: 1̶̛̹͕̬͇̰͖͍́͋̿̋̇̉̄́̉̏͒͛̒̉̈́́́̀́̈́̄̚͘͝ͅ5̷̨̟͕̫̙̖̼̣̯͙̯͇͖̻̦̣̙̼͔̟̩̝̻̘̇͗͆̽͒̀́̿̈́͜!̵̛͍̥̯̙̲̀̒̾̀̌̋̐͑̕͘̚͝͠͠͠3̶̧̢̣͉͙͚̣̝̪̮͍͇̣̮̪̮͈̭̖̳̈́̏͂̉̓͋̌̆̆ CHP: -̴̨͓͔̗̥̤̞̗̠̜͇̦͈̖́̀̂́͐̈́̇́̑̀̎́̉͌̈́̓̉̕͘͠
INT: 3̶̹͇̏̈́̄̄̒͛@̵̳͚̣̀̌̓͋͌̏͒̚2̴̧̬̜̦̤̞͔͊͒̃̌̅̕ͅ9̶̛̣̗̬̱̜̿̀̀̐ HRP: -̴̨͓͔̗̥̤̞̗́̀̂́͐̈́̇́̑̀̎́̉͌̈́̓̉̕͘͠
WIS: N̵̛̙͖̄̉̓̋́̋̅̌̄̔̓͊͋̀͐̿̌̂̐̋͘̚3̴̡̡̡̛͎̠̹̖̰̥̳̘͇̯̾̄̇͊̾̍͛͗͊͑̈́̀̀̚̚͘͠͠$̷̨͚̰̖̜̥̝͈̲̥̆̀̀̐͊̑̎̎̈́̀̅͗̕͘̕͜ͅͅ8̸͕̗̯̫͕͕̪̠̓̾
[Origin Skill: -___- | Type: /null/
* Desc: user.blank/data{^*}->all
* Subskills: ---------------
Awakening: 0 ]
Is my skill malfunctioning? That shouldn’t be it, it says it can’t be blocked, so what am I looking at here? Is she hacking the System somehow? Even the stats I can see are impossible to get at Rank-0, so they must be fake somehow. Does she possibly have an Origin Skill that’s supposed to be capable of blocking out information, when my skill is supposed to be unstoppable, so it’s become glitched like this? But where’s her class?
Randall rubbed his temples and decided to see her Titles, to make sure-
[Title: Regressor | Type: System]
[Rarity: Unique]
He stared blankly at what he was seeing. Then he felt the blood drain from his face. He stole a glance back in the direction of the ‘Hero’, seeing that the Title was still there, and he glanced back and forth between the two to compare, but couldn’t deny the reality he saw in front of him.
There wasn’t only one regressor. There were two.