From a very young age I was introduced to the cruelty of this world.
They taught me how to lie, so that I wouldn't be deceived.
Taught me how to hurt others, so that I wouldn't be the one in pain.
Taught me how to manipulate, so that I wouldn't be the one to dance in the palm of others.
To make others... Laugh, cry tears of joy, and even make them float to the sky from elation all so that everyone will try to please me as well.
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And after all that,
they then asked me to learn how to force a smile. So that I could hide my feelings behind.
My 'Weaknesses'.
From then on an block of ice formed in place of my heart and a weapon formed from the remnants of who I once was.
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[Info] Bloodline - Avaricious Frozen Heart
+Increased Immunity to cold
+Increased affinity to cold
+Imbued with the blood of the Avaricious Frozen Heart, all ice magic you weild has the ability to absorb the essence of its victims, making it the sturdier and hard to get rid off.
Warning: Frost related bloodlines tend to eat away at its hosts emotions. Making it's host emotionless and even apathetic as a side effect.
There a many that thread the Path of Frost within the vast realities including NOIM. It is advised that you seekout more information before crossing the Fate's Struggle Stage(Level 20). Failure to adapt may lead to Irreversible consequences or even death.
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Ducking down, I grazed the opening of the armor to the side of the soldier in front of me, the wound made by the SpellBlade freezing and forming a violet hue, hardening and slowly expanding inside and outside the body as the ice absorbed both blood and mana, Only stopping as the great sword wielding soldier smashes the ice directly on top of his wound using his mana empowered strength, which then on opened a wound far larger than the initial cut was. Large great sword wielder enraged swung his blade from side to side his body and weapon greatly empowered by mana cutting through both soldiers and players alike his strike aided by mysteries I have no idea about.
The huge long sword user turned back and fort in anger, scaring both players and enemies soldiers alike but I was long gone.
Weaving through opponent after opponent. Slicing once or twice just to apply the passive of my bloodline. Before leaving them to my temporary allies who are now serving as the last line of defense to the teleportation archway.
I roamed the battlefield relentless, trying my best to salvage the hopeless situation. Striking a lethal blow to a soldier whenever I had the chance to. Both my blade and body affected by an overly specialized variant of Mana Body Strengthening called Artic Enhancement, which allows me to innately apply mana with properties of Frost towards everything I touch. The Spellblades in each of my hand both amplifying the mana I imbue as well as help with creating a deeper cut for the passive skill of my bloodline.
Unfortunately it clearly wasn't enough. I had some strong allies, mercenaries and veterans alike, some of them even stronger than me each of them contributing greatly to the battle, but we were far outmatched in this war.
The Great Sword Wielder wasn't the only one that stood out. There were ten... No fifteen soldiers or mages who have more or less the same degree of power. Dwindling our numbers enough for us to fail. And this was just the first wave. We need to at least clear three waves out of five to be able to qualify for citizenship in Asgard.
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Just what the hell is happ-- happening...
I instantly calmed as my bloodline again devoured my emotions. My mind swaying to the stat attributes I gained, utilizing the frozen calm brought about my bloodline allowing me to think properly and decide. Placing my Stat points to a split between Strength, Perception and Origin Affinity to help me be more effective with applying the passive of my bloodline when I...
I paused as chills ran down my spine, even my bloodline failing to devour the desperation I felt. The ice surrounding my heart cracking ever so slightly as I noticed something truly horrifying.
Luck: 19 (Currently negated to negative 70)
How... Wh... Why...
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Cut after cut, after cut. I maimed, stabbed, and when the opportunity arose, had the chance to decapitate someones head. My bloodline devouring my hesitations, its power overworking for some reason, I could feel it straining it's power, careful with even applying the effect to my mana. As if a single pebble of an accident will snowball right into my death.
And I almost did. Not only me. But all of the other players as well. From friendly fire, to accidentally bumping to each other, to tripping from an obstacle, getting tounge tied during spell incantations. Now normally those mistakes are salvageable on their own and is quite common when fighting on unknown terrain or when fighting with people you still don't have a good Read off but every... And I mean Every time one of us makes a mistake it feels like some reality bending pull attracts our enemies pairing players against enemy soldiers with a bad matchup and even allowing them to capitalize on our mistakes by being in the right place and the right time.
Not even an hour passed before the trial started and we've almost lost thirty five or more people. Not to mention the elite enemy soldiers were inching closer and closer towards the to the archway and when that happens even the more experienced guardians we have will fall.
"Oh. Fancy meeting you here little girl."
I heard a familiar voice, as the great sword wielder was suddenly in front of me, already about to finish his swing. With my head and heart cold, I empowered both of my daggers, hastily orbiting mana as fast as I could, my bloodline already freezing both my hands as well as my daggers in order to cushion the upcoming lethal blow.
*bang*
A huge sound roared as the powerful swing met both ice and metal. The mysteries carried by the swing enough to even break through the mana dense shield of ice, only stopping after cleaving through one of my Spell blades and only stopping after cracking the other.
*crack*
I screamed internally as of the desperate block cost me to abnormally bent my wrist before blasting me away towards an the edge of concrete briefly closing my eyes before rolling away as a wall of file rose upon the area which I just happened to be upon.
As I ran away, almost limping, I gripped my hand through my armpit holding my last remaining spell blade as tight as I could before mercilessly pulling away to re-bend my hand back to place.
*Nnn!*
The pain itself caused me to fall down and trip over, but I dragged myself dragged to create more distance knowing that reality bending debuff was already sending another a projected towards me.
*Boom!*
And there it was. A massive block of boulder right where I was supposed to be a few minutes ago. Even leaving me with a huge shard of glass stuck right in my right ankle almost cutting off half of my foot.
*AHHHH!*
I howled in pain, my bloodline panicking only being able to take away my fears but not the pain. It immediately freezed the wound over. The back of my head soothing with cold liquid allowing me to make point blank decisions even with the nagging pain of the now frozen heel along with the shard of glass that cleaved it.
I was able to take a few steps thankful for the multiple explosions serving as a distraction, as well as the small pile of and corpses and scattered weapons and armor, allowing me to grab onto them as a hastily grabbed my way through, my last functioning leg working overtime as the other leg slid along as it slips through the ground. Finally on a reasonable distance from the battle, I was about to let my face fall to the ground in an attempt to camouflage myself when a knee to my chin stop my fall and threw me back up and then to the ground.
"Fancy meeting you again. You looking a little bit worse for wear."
Why! This fucking game. Why why why. There were explosions, boulders hurling, fire wall rising. Houses falling down. And I was even able to move far away from the main objective of those soldiers.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU-..." My bloodline eating away at my emotions stopping me to a pause.
After a brief moment I asked again. Cold, calm, and uncaring.
"How did you end up here?"
"Who knows. I simply felt like roaming here for a bit."
"I see."
"Anyway, Let me put you out of your misery."
I didn't even closed my eyes the cooling liquid enough to take away all feelings and turn them into apathy. Tears fell briefly but they froze even before they fell. I tried to curse but the feeling vanished before I could even form the words. I couldn't even laugh at my very misfortune.
My bloodline froze everything. It was seething with fury. It told me that it wanted more power. It told me that it wanted freeze the bastards whole line of family as well as the whole kingdom that he serves. That we will return to get our revenge as soon as we have another chance to login to NOIM.
But all of that doesn't really matter. For I realized I truly have become unfeeling. Not even misery, nor torture, nor death will be able to do anything about it.
For I simply just... exist.
"Help."
A calm and cold whisper for help was all I could mutter before the blade came at me, not even giving time for my feelings to freeze asunder.
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To be continued.