Status.
Name: Cozmo Fitzfel
Level: 0
HP: 10/10
MP:20/20
Attributes: 10
Bond to companion: Scum – 100% compatibility
I had to hold back a laugh at the pitiful status sheet the system gave level 0’s. Now I was back within my favourite 3 dimensions, and my status had been returned, maybe I could also access the addons stored in my soul
Activate HUD. Activate basic status functions.
HUD.exe
Loading parameters...
That could take a while and I needed to check my surroundings for any threats to myself or my new host.
Load complete.
Status.
Name: Cozmo Fitzfel
Race: Canine Gargoyle 0
Affinity: 0.1% Hellfire, 99.9% Neutral.
Family: Hellguards 0
Level: 0(10) EXP: 0/25
HP: 10/10 +0.05p/s
MP:20/20 +0.1p/s
Attributes: 10
Spiritual Attack: 4(0.1) Spiritual Defence:12(0.1)
Magical Attack: 3(0.1) Magical Defence: 13(0.1)
Physical Attack: 11(0.1) Physical Defence: 17(0.1)
Potential: *20
Active Skills:
[Spawn Egg] [Slash]
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Passive skills:
[Spawn Regeneration] [Flight] [Stoneskin] [Mana Scent]
Bond to companion: Scum – 100% compatibility
Bond type: Summoned Core (*Shared)
Summoned Attributes: 1
Spiritual Attack: 1(0.5) Spiritual Defence:1(0.5)
Magical Attack: 1(0.5) Magical Defence: 1(0.5)
Physical Attack: 1(0.5) Physical Defence: 1(0.5)
Potential: *NA
Active Skills:
[Scratch]
Passive Skills:
[Flight]
I had 2 status? Statusus? Statusi? What ever. The stat weights were truly horrific, but as I looked at them both, a smile couldn’t help forming on my long mouth as the potential gradually dawned on me. A smile that died as I realised the limitations of being a Summoned Core.
I could get resummoned as many times as the kid had mana for. After checking and seeing that my current cost was an entire 1 mana point, or MP, that made me immortal so long as my summoner didn’t die.
With both screens still hovering in my minds eye I quickly noticed the strange EXP, or experience points, requirements for the next level. Level 1 should cost 10 EXP. Not 25. This was another anomaly that was quickly building... wait.
Activate Scratch Pad.
Scratch-Pad.exe
Loading Parameters...
Load Complete. Warning. Soul at maximum capacity.
Already? That was less than I had hoped to be able to access. Worth it however as my mental pen rapidly transcribed my anxiety into controllable bullet points.
How come I just happened to be found by someone with 100% compatibility?
Why is there a hidden prompt in the system that allows a Summoned Core to gain shared access with their summoner?
Why are my stat weights so low?
What happens when 2 skills overlap across systems?
Why’s the EXP requirement so high?
...
Why the fuck is this kid called Scum?
With the questions recorded for later, i procceded to take in my surroundings.
In the midst of a verdant expanse, I found myself enveloped by a sea of towering blades of emerald. I furrowed my brow in perplexity. Either I had been reduced to a diminutive stature, or I had been transported to a realm where everything loomed on a colossal scale. Struggling to discern my surroundings, my vision was so naturally impaired that I could merely discern colossal smudges of vibrant hues. As I levelled up, my vision and other senses would advance, though always trailing far behind the swift development of a typical human. If that wasn't troubling enough, my ability to taste and smell had been irrevocably taken away.
Redirecting my focus to the singular sense that held significance: the aroma of Mana. My reality transformed into a myriad of olfactory vectors. Each fragrance encapsulated parcels of information that my reliable nose would then categorize according to the diverse affinities, their potency, direction, and temporal parameters. The link between myself and the progeny remained potent, a mutual exchange that bore a trace of our, now unified, affinity. Ablaze with inferno. The scent akin to acrid brimstone, yet possessing a perceptible distinction.
“We…” I started. Then immediately stopped. I sounded like a dogs squeak toy. My left eyebrow twitched in its customary acknowledgment of resignation. Mental interface would be better for now.
The magical tie between us concealed an inscrutable range of potential. I was eager to commence investigation of it without delay, as the scientific approach must always be preserved. Nonetheless, this became another concept I had to postpone.
“We appear to be safe. Is this our home?” I mentally sent over in my comfortable bark.
In hopes of transforming the child-shaped entity into an actual person, I flew up. Then I had to reach even higher, hundreds of times my own height, before I reached eye level. Age, gender, ethnicity, anything more to identify than that sadistic label. I was itching to inquire about how someone could be named “Scum” but decided to postpone it. The altitude did not affect my surroundings. Instead of lush vegetation, I now had a sky-blue dome above me, with patches of grass and earth all around. Drawing closer to the child's visage made me immediately regret the decision. Bruised, frightened, marked, and a level of emaciation that would put a skeleton to shame. Perhaps they had recently taken damage to both eyes, or maybe that’s just their natural appearance. The designation correlated with the visual aspect.
The Internal Voice, we do not use their name for fear it would attract their attention, was rapidly asserting its presence. Inhale… hold… and exhale… hold.
“Not home. No home,” the child wheezed. Each word seemed to be a struggle in itself. “Drink here.” And pointed to the thin river as it gently meandered past.